The blue light flashed, and Mr. Mo's sword light shrouded the Fusang swordsman's body, so that the Fusang swordsman could only retreat, unable to parry.

A group of onlookers saw that Mr. Mo had the upper hand, and they couldn't help but clap their hands and shout, and some even shouted in relief: "Master Mo, teach this Fusang man a hard lesson, and let him know that our Central Plains swordsmanship is definitely not comparable to their juggling skills." ”

Huang Rong was lying on the edge of the window, looking at it with a lot of light in her eyes. She turned back to Yue Ziran and said, "I didn't expect this Mr. Mo to still have some ability. ”

Yue Ziran handed her a few peanuts peeled in his hand and said, "This time, you can look away, Mr. Mo is not the opponent of this Fusang swordsman at all. ”

Huang Rong took the peanut and asked curiously, "How can you see it?" She didn't doubt Yue Ziran's eyesight at all.

Yue Ziran leaned on the windowsill and looked down, and said casually: "The thirty-six hands of the Hengshan Sword Sect are wonderful in a quick word; In fact, the most powerful move of this kind of swordsmanship is often his first move, if the first move can't be successful, then decline, three and exhaustion, and after fifty rounds, he will lose the opportunity. “

Looking down, I saw that although Mr. Mo had taken the lead, he had not touched the corner of the Fusang swordsman's clothes from beginning to end. Huang Rong nodded thoughtfully, grabbed another handful of peanuts from her pocket and handed it to Yue Ziran.

Yue Ziran took it naturally, continued to peel it off, and waited for Miss Huang to eat peanuts with relish while watching the play.

The onlookers gradually saw that something was wrong, especially when they noticed that Mr. Mo's breathing was getting heavier and his steps were starting to be messy. Everyone stopped clapping and applauding. stared at the figure of the Fuso swordsman in the field without blinking. so as to find his flaws for Mr. Mo.

Huang Rong ate for a while and said, "My mouth is dry." ”

Yue Ziran glanced at the table and said, "There is no hot tea, you wait a minute, I will ask Xiao Er to make a pot of good tea and send it over." ”

Huang Rong turned her head and glanced at the table, and said in surprise, "Isn't there herbal tea on the table?"

Yue Ziran said angrily: "Have you forgotten what day it is today? Relatives are coming to see you, taboo to order some cold and spicy food, otherwise don't come to me and pretend to be pitiful when the time comes." ”

Miss Huang suddenly grimaced. is sweet in her heart, and now someone has helped her remember these days. She turned her head and continued to look under the window, and saw that Mr. Mo was already exhausted at this time, and he couldn't keep up with the pace of the Fusang swordsman dodging.

I only heard a sneer from the Fusang swordsman, and Lang Sheng said: "The head of the Hengshan Sword Sect is nothing more than that, and the Central Plains Sword Technique is estimated to be like this." With that, his right hand rested on the sword at his waist, and he dodged Mr. Mo's blow with a light side, and then pulled out the sword with a "swish", revealing a cold light. officially launched his own fierce attack on Mr. Mo.

Yue Ziran walked up with a cup of hot tea at this time, and gently blew from time to time to cool the tea. At the same time, he also poked his head out to watch the battle situation downstairs, and saw the Fusang swordsman holding a sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Yo, this Japanese devil has finally made a move." ”

"Japanese devil?" Huang Rong looked at Yue Ziran puzzled and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Well, it's just that Dongying people are a group of ghosts who like to comfort themselves, referred to as masturbation ghosts. Yue Ziran's previous sentence was just a straightforward statement, but it was really difficult to explain to Miss Huang what this meant, so she could only say nonsense.

"Self-comfort?" Miss Huang didn't understand, reached out to take the warmed tea, took a sip and asked, "You said that Mr. Mo can support the Fusang swordsman for a few rounds?"

Yue Ziran looked at the audience, squinted his eyes and said, "I can't support it now." ”

Huang Rong hurriedly looked at the audience, and sure enough, he saw the Fusang swordsman brushing out a few sword flowers, blocking all of Mr. Mo's retreats. It turned out that the Fusang swordsman had been pressing Mr. Mo when the sword was unsheathed, and it had reached the end at this time.

The men and lakes who were staring at the field had already been silent at this time, and their faces were full of loss.

However, the white-bearded man's voice was very harsh at this time, and he said, "How is it? I said that Master Mo is not the opponent of this Fusang swordsman." ”

The others had the intention to argue, but they opened their mouths slightly, but now they could not find any reason to refute.

However, the others said worriedly: "Everyone's eyes are bright, this Fusang man is very fucking unreasonable, the first few sword masters, including Master Zhuo, were all killed by this kid with a sword after being defeated." ”

"Are we his opponents? I heard that he was originally killed by the siege of the Yizi Hui Sword Gate, not to mention that there was still Qiu Qianren of the Iron Palm Peak standing behind him. A group of charlatans talked one after another.

While they were struggling with this issue, the competition on the field officially came to an end.

The Fusang swordsman's sword was like lightning, and he quickly shook off a sword flower, which was even faster than Mr. Mo's previous fastest first move, which claimed that one sword could stab nine geese.

Mr. Mo's footsteps staggered, and he was already out of breath, so he couldn't dodge, only to feel that there was a flower in front of him, and all the movements on the field fell silent.

All he saw was a slender, slightly curved sword resting around his neck.

Everyone stepped forward in unison and shouted, "What are you doing? ”

The Fusang swordsman looked around and said with a smile: "Hengshan Sword Sect? Joke, who of you is not convinced?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and when the Fusang swordsman's gaze moved over, they couldn't help but bow their heads.

The Fusang swordsman laughed out loud and said, "Jiangnan martial arts swordsmanship is nothing more than that, it's all a bunch of waste. No one can beat me with a hundred moves, but I came by boat to cross the sea by storm, and I wanted to ask for advice on the Central Plains martial arts swordsmanship to make myself grow a little. ”

Someone couldn't see his arrogance and said, "You let Master Mo go first." ”

The Fusang swordsman said disdainfully: "It's easy to let him go, as long as someone comes over and defeats me." ”

The Jianghu guests present looked embarrassed when they heard this, and none of them were the slightest bit sure that they would be able to defeat this arrogant Fuso swordsman.

In fact, according to the previous code of conduct of the Fuso swordsman, those swordsmen who are not worthy of the name must be killed with one sword.

The reason why he changed his normal behavior today, said these mocking words, and showed an arrogant posture, was just hoping to anger Yue Ziran, who was standing on the edge of the window on the second floor at this time, and peeking down, so that he could have a showdown with him.

Although he only saw Yue Ziran's careless sword when he entered the restaurant, he understood with the swordsman's sense of smell that Yue Ziran's swordsmanship was very powerful.

"It's not easy to beat him. The men in the rivers and lakes heard a disdainful voice coming from above their heads, and hurriedly raised their heads to look at Yue Ziran.

Yue Ziran peeled peanuts for Huang Rong and said lightly: "It's just a reckless man in the poor countryside." White Jean, you go and defeat him. ”

Bai Rang, who was already standing outside the door of the restaurant, leaning against the door frame to watch the fight, suddenly stood up straight, and arched his hand in response: "Yes, Master." With the sword in hand, he slowly walked down the steps of the restaurant, and walked into the venue along the road that the Jianghu guest gave way with a surprised gaze.

"Let Mr. Mo go. Bai Rang said lightly, trying his best to imitate Yue Ziran's disdainful tone of a master.

The Fusang swordsman raised his eyebrows, glanced up at Yue Ziran, and then lowered his head and said to Bai Rang: "You are not my opponent, let your master come." ”

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