Just as the doorman was about to go out with a bag of silver bills, Nan Jian happened to come down from the stairs and bleed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He stood in front of this doorman, pointed at him with his evil sword, and said, "Say, where is that dog thing Qin Jubo?"

"I don't know!" he said with trepidation.

"Very good!" Nan Jian said coldly, "Then you can also die." As he spoke, he was about to swing the sword down.

"Daxia spares his life, I say, I say!" So, he took Nanjian to the room where he was talking to the owner Qin Jubo just now, and went to the back of the door and pulled the rope. However, the rope did not seem to work well today, and a quarter of an hour later, the owner of the house had not yet entered through the door.

"How dare you lie to me!" Nan Jian said, and put the sword of evil on his neck again.

"Heroes spare their lives, heroes spare their lives!" the doorman immediately begged for mercy in fear. At this moment, the heavy bag of silver in his hand still did not let go. He said, "I really didn't lie to you, Nan Daxia! But, I've been pulling the rope for so long, why hasn't he come yet!"

Nan Jian looked at this room, and the door of this room was already open at this moment. There was a large window inside, and there were some things like seating and tea sets, and there was no other way.

"Then which door did you walk in from when you usually saw him!" Nan Jian asked him coldly.

"Well, it's the wall on the other side!" he said, pointing to the wall on the other side and Nanjian, "Normally, if I pull the rope, in less than a quarter of an hour, the wall will split up and become a doorway, and then the owner will come out of the door!"

"Is it true!" Nanjian pointed his sword at him again, "You're not lying?"

"Nan Daxia, I really didn't lie to you!" the doorman pleaded, "You see I'm the one who is leaving, how can I lie to you!" he held up the bag of silver he was twisting in his hand to prove his determination to leave.

So, Nan Jian walked towards the opposite wall with the sword of punishment, and he knocked on the wall with the hilt of his sword, and sure enough, there was a hollow sound. Therefore, he swung his sword and slashed the wall, but the wall turned out to be a layer of planks on the outside, which shattered when he slashed it. He immediately removed all the planks, revealing an iron door inside. And next to this iron gate, there is a beast's head swallowing ring, Nanjian pulled this swallowing ring, and this iron door made a series of rolling sounds! In the sound, the iron door automatically turned open!

And his door, if it is not opened according to the normal procedures, a row of bows and crossbows and dark arrows will be touched inside, and it will come towards the door. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Nanjian immediately flashed to the left and dodged the rain of arrows. However, the doorman standing behind him was not so lucky, and he was immediately shot by random arrows and fell to the ground.

Nan Jian looked at it, and he was also very helpless, "The things you are carrying in your hand are too heavy, how can you run!" said that he had already entered the iron gate.

Qin Jubo, a generation of boxing champions, has no doubts about the safety of the secret room he is in, and he also believes that the power of money cannot be defeated by any kind of powerful martial arts. He was now calculating that by the time he walked out of the secret room, his palatial manor would return to its former peaceful and beautiful appearance.

He was drinking tea, and a beautiful woman was making tea for him! He was a man who knew how to enjoy himself, and he had arranged the tea table and the bed in his bedroom, as well as all the furnishings in it, in imitation of the customs of the rich in ancient times, in a simple and elegant manner.

He drinks tea, like his standards for women, and is extremely picky. He asked the tea master to use the winter snow of Laba three years ago as the water source for making tea, because he had heard that the snow of Laba was included in the Buddha's light and holy wish, and that three years of cellaring would have the effect of purifying the heart and strengthening the body. As a result, he has been drinking this kind of tea, which also makes his body and mind feel refreshed and passionate.

However, his requirements for the tea maid are also very harsh. He wanted to marry for three years but was infertile, and a woman with a strong body and a plump body made tea for him. In his opinion, such a woman knows how to live and knows more about taste, and it is inevitable that when such a woman is making tea and cooking, her words and demeanor are naturally a refreshing and delicious tea!

Now he had drunk three rounds of hot tea in his room, and had spoken many, many things to the woman who made the tea, and his habit was like that, when he had had enough tea, and when he felt that he had talked a little too much!

Of course, there are many things that can be done with hands, in addition to taking off a woman's clothes, you can also practice boxing; he is a boxing king, and of course he understands the importance of writing words and practicing boxing. There is a reason why his fists can be called the king of boxing by the world. He would never be like other martial artists, sweating and panting in the practice room!

When he practiced boxing, he relied entirely on his own pair of fists to repeatedly compare, figure out and practice repeatedly. As soon as he felt some signs of sweating on his body, he would immediately stop his practice. After that, he walked around the room, and after the qi and blood were evenly adjusted, he sat down to drink tea and continue to chat with the tea master!

And at this time, of course, the tea master knows how to praise and praise him. "Master's boxing skills are getting more and more powerful!" she said, "It looks even more beautiful and charming than any dance in the world." ”

"Ha, ha, ha, yes!" he said, "how fascinating." ”

"It's so charming that I don't want to go back tonight!" said the tea master, and his smile was more elegant than any flower in the world.

At this moment, there was a sound from the secret door on the opposite side, and it opened automatically! Qin Jubo, the boxing king, was shocked, "Who is here!" he exclaimed.

"I'm coming!" opened the door, and saw a tall and thin young man, dressed in a purple robe, with a stubble on his cheeks, and the long sword he had always carried on his back was now in his hand. Moreover, the sharp blade is still dripping with blood! This proves that his sword has just killed people!

"How do you know the passage of this secret room!" boxing champion Qin Jubo exclaimed in surprise. And the tea master had no choice but to retreat to the opposite corner with great fear.

Nan Jian smiled coldly, "If you can come in, of course I can come in!" he said, "Now, do you have any other ways to deal with me!"

So, boxing champion Qin Jubo stood up, "Now, there is no need to prepare anything!" he said, "It is enough to have my iron fists!" As he spoke, he had already raised his fists, which were known as the world's boxing champions, in his chest. (To be continued.) )