Broken Sword's eyes opened, looking at the water splashed on Shi Zai's body, and said impatiently: "Won't you know how to do it yourself?

Shi Zai and the others were stunned.

Chen Yuanyuan opened his mouth and smiled: "It's okay, this is the ......" But the broken sword never waited for Chen Yuanyuan to finish speaking, and said: "What are you still doing in a daze? I don't know how to wipe it?"

Chen Yuanyuan sneered in his heart and stopped talking.

The people sat in their seats by the window, the dishes were ready, and even the jug of wine was served—although they were not allowed to drink alcohol during the patrol, the atmosphere was still dull, and everyone ate their own and did not speak again.

Ma San is a clever person, how can you not see that there is something dirty in this?

This Chen Yuanyuan ignored the stinky face of the broken sword, turned his head to look at the people coming and going under the window, and didn't want to see the group of swordsmen from the Shu Sword Gate again.

Chen Yuanyuan tried his best to memorize their appearance in his mind, with Ma San's previous explanation.

Suddenly, Chen Yuanyuan's brows were a Zou.

Sure enough, the place with a lot of people is the rivers and lakes.

There are many rights and wrongs.

Ma San said earlier that few people dared to provoke this group of killing gods.

But little doesn't mean nothing.

It's just that the probability is small.

But it was such a small probability event, and Chen Yuanyuan encountered it today.

A young man walked across the street.

said that he was young, but in fact he was still older than Chen Yuanyuan, about twenty years old, childish and untied, and he was also dressed in linen, but he had a white silk wrapped around his waist, and the sword on his back looked like those who killed gods.

It's just that there is a wine gourd hooked around his waist, and there is annoyance between his eyebrows and eyes.

He walked fifty paces away from the group, stretched out his hand, and stood in front of them.

Seeing this scene, the broken sword stood up and climbed on the window to observe carefully.

Chen Yuanyuan also quietly observed behind.

The young man opened his arms, and the meaning was very clear, this road was not passable.

Therefore, the leading Sword Sect disciple stopped, raised his head, and raised his hat slightly.

The young man's face was very serious, and he did not regress at all because of the other party's identity and reputation.

"You have followed you here from Shu for thousands of miles, and you still don't give up?" said the leading Sword Sect disciple.

The young man raised his head and said, "One day the Sword Sect doesn't recognize my sword intent, I won't give up for a day. ”

"Your sword intent has caused the sect to not even recognize your master...... What about being persistent with this?" The leading disciple of the Sword Sect showed unimaginable patience towards this person.

But it seems that the young man does not appreciate it.

He was still persistent, nailed firmly to the middle of the road.

"I know that Senior Brother you are the first disciple of the Sword Sect, today, I only dare to ask for a sword, and if I lose a sword, I will die, but as long as I win a trick by luck, I hope that Senior Brother will correct my master and me. The young man said stubbornly.

The first disciple of the Sword Sect looked at him very seriously.

The young man also looked at him, not giving way.

The head disciple of the Sword Sect finally smiled and said, "You are very good. "I don't know if it's good ambition or patience, or boldness.

He pointed to one of his team and said, "He's with you." ”

The young man blushed and said, "Senior brother, do you think I'm not worthy of fighting you?"

He has his pride.

The head disciple of the Sword Sect shook his head, everyone couldn't see his facial expression clearly, but all the senior brothers actually heard a smile in his voice.

Incredible, incredible.

Rao thought it was incredible with their tenacity, when was the last time I saw my senior brother laughing? three years ago? ten years ago?

Then, the head disciple of the Sword Sect explained very kindly and said, "I practice the Murder Sword. When you get out of the sheath and see blood, either you die or I die. ”

"It's a pity that you or I die," he seemed to say as if something very normal, "there are too many boring people in this world—it's a pity to finally meet one and die." ”

"Now your opponent, who was born at the age of fourteen, practiced the basic swordsmanship all day long, and occasionally watched the sunrise one day and felt it, comprehended the sword momentum, and was given a name by the master, and the name is called Sizhao. ”

"Summoning. The young man smiled and said, "Good name." ”

The head of the Sword Sect retreated, and the swordsman named Sizhao walked up.

It was a thin man, and the skeleton was not large.

The young man saluted and said, "Sword Sect, Yang Ting." ”

Before Si Zhao could speak, the broken sword upstairs whispered contemptuously: "Who is my Dao, it turns out to be an outcast of the Sword Sect." ”

Before Chen Yuanyuan could think of a sentence of death in his heart, a sword light struck.

Chen Yuanyuan had seen the scholar's secret weapon, but that secret weapon did not have the speed of one thousandth of the training.

Chen Yuanyuan watched Ye Xiong make a move, slashing down with a knife, and he was boundless, but he lacked the gentlemanly spirit of this sword light.

Chen Yuanyuan has seen the lightning in the sky, the swordfish in the water, and the dazzling aurora.

But now that he saw this sword light, Chen Yuanyuan felt that the lightning did not have the strength of this sword light, the swordfish did not have the smoothness of this sword, and the aurora did not have the dazzling of this sword.

This sword makes people feel that this is a sword.

It's a feeling that's hard to say, some people use a sword, you think, ah, this sword is so fast, ah, this sword looks so quaint, ah, this sword can definitely kill people.

However, this sword does not make people think about it much.

This is a sword, this is a sword handed out.

Pure feeling.

This sword, beyond the scope of the potential, faintly entered the sense of meaning.

This sword, even the scholars under the total victory can't resist it, let alone a martial artist with such an eight-rank as Broken Sword?

There was a shrill grinding sound.

Chen Yuanyuan and the others all closed their eyes.

For a moment, it was as if a beacon had been lit.

closed slowly, like a group of Ma San, and their eyes were full of tears in an instant.

Chen Yuanyuan opened his eyes.

Broken Sword is still alive.

Because the person who took out the sword was not the first disciple of the Sword Sect who was going to divide life and death as soon as he made a move, but the one who had been hanging at the back of the line and glanced at the broken sword on the street in front.

The sword he held in his hand did not strike.

It's a blunt sword.

But it was this blunt sword that had beaten the sword in the broken sword's hand to slag—the broken sword was broken into several pieces, and lay quietly on the ground.

The face of the broken sword was as white as a ghost.

The swordsman opened his mouth, hoarse as if he hadn't opened it in years.

"Even if that person is an outcast, it's not something you can take lightly. ”

"What are you compared to the Sword Sect?"

"Compared to Yang Ting, what are you?"

"You're just a noisy bug. ”

"Don't talk about it in the future. ”

Hearing this, Broken Sword's face was like a chameleon, constantly turning from purple to red, from red to blue.