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The five of them walked calmly and slowly surrounded them, showing a situation of encirclement, and they could not escape. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qing'er frowned at the willow leaves and bent her eyebrows, looking at them fixedly, thinking in her heart, why did she come to find her own trouble, could it be that it was the trouble she broke into a few years ago, or was it her father's opponent?

"We have no grudges or hatreds, so why do we have to force each other?" Qing'er asked in a coquettish voice, as if she was a little timid, and her voice was delicate.

"Hey, the white girl has no grudge against us, but it's strange that you are Bai Xiaotian's daughter!" The big man with a narrow face and eyes sneered, without the slightest intention of pity and cherishing the jade.

"My father is my father, I am me, you have a grudge, why do you want to harm me, a weak woman, aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?!" Qing'er snorted coquettishly, grabbed the short sword on the table with her little hand, and stuck it to her chest, as if she wanted to protect herself one more time, and she was even more delicate.

"Huh...... , so we can't report ourselves!" The man with a narrow face smiled, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and squinted his eyes to glance at everyone in the hall.

The long and narrow eyes were shining, chilling, revealing disdain and ridicule, as if laughing at them for not having the courage to come forward and report the injustice.

"Hmph, shameless bandits!" Qing'er snorted, pursed her lips, and turned her head to look at Song Wenqing: "Aunt Qing, I'm going to trouble you again!"

"Well, be careful!" Song Wenqing nodded, turned his head to look at the five people, his calm temperament changed suddenly, and he burst out violently, as if his sideburns were flying and fluttering.

She slowly stood up, pushed away the chair, picked up the long sword from the table, and looked at the five people lightly: "Seeing that you are all masters, but you do such a thing, it is really embarrassing!"

"Lord Xiang, this little girl, it's very beautiful, and it's also very spicy, only the Lord of Incense can subdue!hehe......" A person next to him said with a smile, flattering the man with a narrow face.

"Brother Zhang has a good eye!" The man with a narrow face laughed, showing a look of approval, his long face full of scars trembled, glowing with excitement, and stared at Song Wenqing greedily: "This chick has good martial arts, it is indeed very spicy, I want to ......"

"Smack!" a crisp sound interrupted their words.

The man with a long and narrow face stretched out his hand to cover his face, his expression changed greatly, and his eyes burst into a cold light, like a cold sword out of its sheath, coldly sweeping around.

The people around him were also inexplicable, only hearing the voice, but not knowing what to do, until they saw him covering his face, they realized that he had been slapped.

His eyes looked forward and his head turned, but he couldn't find any clues, so he could only ask loudly, and shouted in a deep voice: "I don't know which master is coming?!"

His internal strength is profound, and his voice echoes endlessly in the hall, like a bronze bell Da Lu, which shakes the carved beams and buzzes in the wine jar.

Only his voice echoed, but there was no response.

When his eyes stopped on Xiao Yuesheng's face, he didn't stop at all, it seemed that Xiao Yuesheng was not skilled in martial arts, but Wen Yubing with his face covered, he felt unfathomable, but looking at his temperament, he guessed which lady should be, and he was afraid that he was not a person in the martial arts.

He looked cold, put down the hand covering his face, no longer giggled, and when he looked at Song Wenqing and them, he also looked solemn, knowing what was happening today, I was afraid that it would not be smooth sailing.

Cheng Yuanzhen sat next to Xiao Yuesheng, saw the hand in his sleeve move slightly, and vaguely guessed that it might be his hand, but I don't know what kind of secret weapon it was, it was invisible and invisible, and I couldn't help but be vigilant.

"Yo, it's red!" Qing'er saw that the man with the narrow face put down his hand, so she laughed happily, and stared at his face with apricot eyes.

What he said just now made Qing'er's face turn pale with anger, and she couldn't tolerate Aunt Qing being humiliated the most, until she saw him being slapped by someone, she breathed a sigh of relief and screamed happily.

She couldn't be kind, she wouldn't miss the opportunity to rub salt on the other party's wounds, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Shut up!" one of them roared, a man behind a narrow face.

This man is five short, with a round face and half-cut eyebrows, and looks quite funny, and the angry appearance is not intimidating.

"Yo, I'm angry!" Qing'er spat out her fragrant tongue and grimaced.

"The little girl has sharp teeth and lacks discipline, I will teach you for Bai Xiaotian!" The round-faced short man snorted angrily, and walked towards Qing'er with his short legs.

Although he is five short, when he walks, he is holding his head high, his momentum is magnificent, and he is quite masculine.

Qing'er wanted to fight, but was pulled by Jiang Suning, Qing'er struggled, couldn't break free, and couldn't help but be anxious: "Sister Jiang!"

"Sister Qing'er, don't be reckless, you are not his opponent. Jiang Suning said softly, her little hand tightly gripping Qing'er's sleeve.

"Who said that?!See if I don't beat him to make him cry dad and call mother!" Qing'er pouted her lips, full of disbelief, and glared at the round-faced man who was slowly approaching with hatred.

Song Wenqing was already in front of her, looking at the visitor calmly.

Most of the people around are uneven, but the grievances of Wulin are not as simple as what they see, and if they don't understand what they see, it is really taboo to meddle rashly, so they will wait and see.

Cheng Yuanzhen has been paying careful attention to Wen Yubing's expression, and she didn't dare to look directly with her eyes, so she glanced at her with her spare eyes, and saw her eyebrows frowning slightly, and stood up suddenly, hugged Song Wenqing, and said loudly: "Use a knife to kill chickens, and help the girl cook!"

He is very smart, he knows that Qing'er and Song Wenqing are Xiao Yuesheng and them together, sooner or later Xiao Yuesheng will make a move, rather than this, it is better to make a move first and sell a favor.

Song Wenqing was slightly surprised, took a step back, glanced at him slightly, and then glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, seeing his faint smile and imperceptible jaw, he nodded involuntarily, retreated to the table, and gave way to Cheng Yuanzhen.

The surrounding people buzzed and whispered again, and the people were quite excited, and they were finally able to appreciate the style of the three-ring sword with their own eyes!

The round-faced man had already walked to him, six feet away from Cheng Yuanzhen, half of his eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, he pressed the Pu knife on his waist, and asked coldly: "Who are you, why bother with meddlers?!"

"When the road is uneven, there are always people stepping on it!" Cheng Yuanzhen's jade-like handsome face tensed, his starry eyes bloomed, and Lang shouted: "In the next Cheng Yuanzhen, learn the tricks!"

"Cheng Yuanzhen......" The round-faced man frowned even tighter, and groaned for a while, as if he was about to remember, but he forgot about it again.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, slowly pulled out the Pu knife, and shouted in a deep voice: "At a young age, I don't know the sinister nature of martial arts, and the scholars are uneven, so I will teach you a lesson today!"

The man with a long and narrow face lowered his head and groaned, raised his head sharply, and hurriedly said: "Brother Song, be careful, he is the three-ring sword Cheng Yuanzhen!"

"Three-ring sword?!" The round-faced man was slightly stunned, his face suddenly became solemn, and the cold light flashed Pu Dao suddenly became heavy.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the name of the three-ring sword have been spread all over the world for a while, and as members of the gang, they have paid great attention to these rising stars, not to mention anything else, just that he can pick the Black Wind Village, which is amazing.

"It turned out to be the Three-Ring Sword, this is a grudge between our gang and Bai Xiaotian, why do you need to wade into this troubled water?!" The round-faced man looked solemn, no longer condescending just now.

"Hehe, I just can't see you bullying women!" Cheng Yuanzhen smiled brightly, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold air was cold.

The round-faced man saw that he was iron-hearted, and his heart was also arrogant, and he had a heart for a while, this young master, and snorted coldly: "Okay, good!

"Look at the move!" Cheng Yuanzhen didn't say much, his face sank, his body moved, he stepped on the three-ring step, and the tip of the sword drew an arc, sprinkling a string of clear shadows, sweeping towards the person opposite.

The round-faced man Pu Dao stood up, swung slightly, and took a step under his feet, with a small range of movements, which was quite consistent with his five-short figure.

"When" the sound of gold and iron sounded, crisp and melodious, lingering in the hall, people's eyes widened, not blinking, lest they miss a move.

Cheng Yuanzhen felt the pressure from the long sword, and her heart was dark, she didn't expect this person's skill to be so powerful, and it aroused the latent blood, and the sword light flickered and became brighter.

He indulged in his swordsmanship, the tip of the sword arced, and his body walked diagonally, which made the round-faced man extremely awkward, and he used all his strength, but he only had the power to parry, and it was difficult to fight back.

But although he struggled, he still looked leisurely, his steps were very small, and the simple knife was either grid or block, vertical or horizontal, as if a chain was blocking in front of him, splashing water and not entering.

"That's amazing!" Qing'er stuck out her tongue.

Jiang Suning watched intently, heard her sigh, turned her head and smiled, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, but saw that he was whispering with Wen Yubing, Yingying's eyes flashed, and she hurriedly turned her head.

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"It should be someone from the Changfeng Gang. Xiao Yuesheng lowered her voice and said in Wen Yubing's ear.

Their heads were pressed together, as if no one was around.

Xiao Yuesheng was too lazy to pay attention to others, but Wen Yubing was often like this, and for a while, he didn't react in front of the public.

Most of the people in the hall were focused on Cheng Yuanzhen and them, and they rarely paid attention to this side, and occasionally some people couldn't help but sneak a glance at Wen Yubing, seeing this situation, they were extremely indignant in their hearts, and when they looked at Xiao Yuesheng, their eyes shot a murderous gaze.

"Is it the Changfeng Gang?" Wen Yubing frowned slightly, glanced at the other side, withdrew her gaze, and turned her head to look directly at Xiao Yuesheng: "Don't make a move, lest you kill again!"

Her eyes are clear, like a spring in autumn, swaying slightly in the sun, and people can't help but fall into it.

"I'm afraid this Cheng Gongzi won't be able to parry. Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly, close to Wen Yubing, looking directly at her, and could smell the faint fragrance of her.

"I'll handle it!" Wen Yubing glared at him, his eyes flickering, like a breeze sweeping through a cold lake, the waves flickering.

"Okay. Xiao Yuesheng nodded helplessly.

The two of them parted at this time, and several people opposite Wen Yubing were staring at Xiao Yuesheng angrily, their eyes were about to breathe fire, as if they wanted to eat him, and suddenly they realized that their cheeks were dizzy.

Fortunately, she wore a thin white veil that covered her face, so that outsiders could not see her, which saved her embarrassment.

She couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yuesheng, it was impossible for him not to notice the gaze of others, but he was still the same, very hateful!

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The man with a narrow face stared at the battle between the two in the field, and when he saw that his subordinates had lost the upper hand, his heart was about to move.

Cheng Yuanzhen's long sword is like electricity, the momentum is compelling, his sword moves are very deceptive, it seems to be slow, but it is extremely fast.

The three-ring sword move is like a huge wave of angry waves, wave after wave, the front tide has not receded, the back wave has arrived, the round-faced man has been completely suppressed, and there is no power to fight back, so he can only resist hard.

The man with a long and narrow face no longer hesitated, waved his long sword, stepped out, stepped into the circle, picked up the long sword, and leaned against Cheng Yuanzhen's long sword, his face full of scars twitched, and he said: "The three-ring sword really deserves its name!"

"It's a good time!" Cheng Yuanzhen's spirit perked up, and the sword light skyrocketed again, encircling the man with a narrow face in it.

"Shame, shame!" Qing'er scraped her face with her little fingers and exclaimed in a coquettish voice.

The muscles on the man's face with a narrow face braked again, and he cherished his feathers, but this time the stakes were very high, and he could not afford to lose money, and he could not care about face.

Since this is the case, it is better to completely put aside his face with the surname Suo, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone go together, life and death do not matter!"

"Obey!" The other three shouted, drew their swords one after another, stepped into the circle, and besieged Cheng Yuanzhen together.

"Grandma's, fight more and fight less, so shameless!" Someone in the hall looked angry and shouted and scolded, it was the big man who drank a lot.

"That's it, so many people, it's impossible to win!" Someone took the lead, and people were already indignant, and some people echoed it.

But no one took the lead in making a move, people are still waiting, they don't want to get into trouble, and the grievances of the rivers and lakes are in danger of being in danger at every turn, so they must not be careful.

Cheng Yuanzhen was besieged by five people, they were all masters, and with tacit understanding, his offensive could not completely suppress the five people, and could only switch from offense to defense.

The three-ring sword is aggressive, but it is much inferior to the defensive position, and under the joint efforts of the five masters, he can still keep it without showing a drop of defeat.

Wen Yubing couldn't bear to see it, her body flickered, and people only saw a white shadow flashing, and then five figures flew up and landed on the floor a foot away.

(To be continued)