"That's not good. ”

The white-shirted king Manxiu squinted at Ruan Zhen, who was cold in the face and fierce in his eyes, and was eager to cut off the head on his neck, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a natural look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

I saw that his right foot stepped out half a foot in front of him, and he held the sheath in his right hand so that the tip of the sheath was against his waist, so that the Qinghe sword in the sheath was sandwiched with himself by a quarter of a crescent. This seems to be a simple move, but in fact it is a hidden mystery - this quarter of a crescent horn is not wide, it is said that it is not narrow, and it can be used to control the flying sword when entering and raising the sheath to face the enemy when retreating, which can be described as a classic use of the soldier's changeable situation.

Ruan Zhen, who noticed his small movement, also raised the black blade in his hand slightly, and changed from the previous rushing posture that was about to stab sharply to a mid-position that could split, stab, and flirt, and once again closed his left palm on his waist, and gathered his breath and concentrated. While Qi Yi began to quietly condense the fortune in his body, he said to the white shirt, "Not good?

Wang Manxiu smiled when he heard this, and did not rush to answer, but first swept his eyes with the corner of his eye, and knocked down the martial artists who were already angry by Ruan Zhen's words, and pinched the degree of their anger at the moment. After making sure that no one else would make a rash move, Bai Shirt came back to his senses, raised his chin at the lacquer shirt's chest, and smiled unhurriedly, "Everything in the world is vast, Xiao Sheng doesn't dare to say it all." But in Xiaosheng's view, at this moment, the vermilion flower worn by the son's neckline can be described as 'good'. ”

Ruan Zhen paused slightly, glanced down at the vermilion flower on his chest, and then raised his head to look at the Duanli red makeup about twenty steps away, but suddenly sneered, looked back at the white shirt and sneered, "Then do you know that the color of my vermilion flower is the color of blood?"

When the voice fell, he suddenly saw Bai Yi frowning, pursing his lips and saying no more.

The two of them had a-for-tat confrontation, you came and went, but I could hear that the five big and three rough martial artists in the audience were in a fog, looking at each other, and a confused look of 'what are these two people talking about' appeared on their faces. However, although the people in the audience didn't understand it very well, the purple robe, who was on the stage and could clearly see the changes in the expressions of the two when they spoke, understood it, and couldn't help but gasp.

What the white-shirted king Manxiu said roughly means that although I don't want to argue with you about whether the murder and arson in heaven and earth are all bad, but today is the time of the wedding banquet of the young lady of the Qin family, and it is really inappropriate for you, as a suitor, to take people's lives at such a turn, I am sorry for the red flower on your chest, and I am even more sorry for the young lady of the Qin family. Therefore, please stop here, and everyone will step down.

And what Ruan Zhen said was talking about heh! You say that I don't like this red flower, but have you ever known that this red flower was actually snatched by me from some unlucky suitor! I came to this martial arts ring today, not to ask for a kiss, but to take someone's life! If you continue to stop me like this, then you have to take a good look at what kind of red this red flower is!

When the two of them said this, Wang Manxiu also frowned, understanding that the person in front of him was here to cause trouble today, and there was no possibility of stopping.

He turned his head sideways and quickly glanced at the purple robe behind him—Sima Xiande understood, and immediately retreated, turned over and jumped out of the ring, and retreated into the crowd.

Seeing the purple robe end, the white dress and red makeup on the side were all relieved and relieved, only the lacquer clothes smacked their lips, and their hearts were full of annoyance and shame that made the cooked ducks run away.

Wang Manxiu turned his head, stared at Ruan Zhen, took a long breath, and quickly condensed the deed in his body.

However, he actually didn't want to make a move.

It's not because he can't win the lacquered clothes in front of him if he can open with the 'Three Saints of a Hundred Years', nor is it because he is afraid of trouble when he trekked all the way from Pingshui Town to Mengyue City, and it is not because of some rules such as 'those who don't wear saffron can't go on stage'.

Wang Manxiu didn't want to make a move, just because there was a wound on his chest about half a finger width and two fingers long.

Although Miss Lingyue had used her strange occult magic to temporarily heal his wound this morning, this healing was temporary, not completely healed. At this moment, when Wang Manxiu began to condense the deed luck in his body, and the internal and external breath began to flow rapidly through the meridians and his whole body, he could feel the burning pain of the wound on his chest again.

To make a simple analogy, his body now resembles a bellows with holes. Condensing the deed is like the wooden handle when operating the bellows, and the internal and external breath is like the wind - as soon as the handle is pushed and pulled, the wind is pressed into the bag, and one by one they are squeezing their heads to run out of the hole, which makes the bellows painful.

But what can be done? If the Xuanmen who don't have a spiritual eye want to use the Qi Gate, they all have to flow like this and come step by step—this Pingshui white cloth is naturally no exception.

After enduring the pain and condensing about five or six points of deeds, Wang Manxiu's white shirt began to agitate. He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the lacquered clothes who were also surrounded by turbulent breath, flicked his sleeves and clenched his fists, and said lightly, "If this is the case, then just ask the son to step down." ”

Ruan Zhen moved his left foot forward half an inch, his right hand twisted a slight angle, raised his eyes and replied, "Then you can give it a try." ”

After that, the two of them looked at each other.

There was silence in the courtyard of the Qin family for a moment, and everyone was in a hurry.

Only on the corner of the gold-encrusted Ruiwen tile eaves of the mansion, the bird with a uniform body, bright color, and a small white feather in front of its chest suddenly fluttered its fat wings and leaped above the ring.

A finch crows.

Two places of dust.

Three cold rays rippled in the heart.

The visitors from all directions were shocked.

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