Ximen Xiaoyi was also furious, and said: "I can't even beat a little white face, I really lose the face of my Qingcheng faction." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Ge Laozi, what are you talking about? Do you believe it or not, Lao Tzu abolished you. Ximen Xiaoren was already strong and competitive, and he didn't want others to help, but now he was even more angry, and suddenly pulled out his long sword and pointed at Ximen Xiaoyi is scolding.

"Hahaha...... I didn't expect it to be so fun to play monkeys!" At this time, Zheng Haoran laughed.

"Senior brother, don't quarrel, that little white face is scolding us for being monkeys!" Although Ximen Xiaoli's martial arts are not as good as the two senior brothers, his personality is much calmer than them.

"I didn't expect Your Excellency to have such insight, the future is really not measured by the line! Admire! Admire!" Zheng Haoran's voice just fell, causing everyone to laugh.

"Brother, did you use this idiom wrongly? Shouldn't it call the future limitless?" hehe......" Chai Zongjin himself couldn't help laughing.

Originally, the two were still fighting among themselves, but now they are really the same enemy, but I saw that Ximen Xiaoren was another set of "Wind Palm" one move and one style to make the general.

Readers and friends will definitely ask, why doesn't he use his own kung fu? First, because this set of palm techniques is really extraordinary, and he usually disassembles it with his junior and disciples, and no one can beat it. The second is to show off in front of Murong Mei, he wants to use their Hengshan kung fu to defeat Zheng Haoran.

Ximen Xiaoren thought that he was slapped by the other party just now because he didn't use real kung fu, and this time he must get back face. Although Ximen Takahito has a lot of experience on the spot, he has little experience in real fighting. Although he is known as the head of the Five Heroes of Qingcheng, he has never fought against a real first-class master.

After only fighting more than ten moves, Ximen Xiaoren's arrogance gradually frustrated, and he felt that Zheng Haoran's hands were very tough. Zheng Haoran had already seen the other party's thoughts, dismantled it in his hands, and still angered the other party in his mouth, and said: "Little monkey, the more I look at you, the less you are an opponent, we don't have to fight, as long as you give me that beauty, I will let you go, okay?"

Ximen Xiaoren's heart became more and more angry, and when he squinted at Murong Mei, Zheng Haoran aimed at Ximen Xiaoren's nose and punched him heavily, and the other party immediately took three steps back, his nose bleeded, and his clothes were full of blood. Zheng Haoran's palm was getting faster and faster, and suddenly there was a slap, and another slap hit Ximen Xiaoren's left cheek, and this time the shot was very heavy.

Ximen Xiaoren was furious and shouted: "Shameless turtle son, you actually attacked Lao Tzu!" Zheng Haoran saw that the other party punched the palace straight in, and immediately used the word "unloading", stretched out his left hand to block the grid, and unloaded his fist, but this Ximen Xiaoren didn't know why his arm strength was suddenly extremely strong, and this unloading was not unloaded, and the punch hit the chest.

Zheng Haoran's body shook and said in his heart: "Although the other party is only the peak of a second-rate master, there is such explosive power under anger, and the five heroes of Qingcheng really can't be underestimated." ”

Zheng Haoran was punched just now, and at that moment, the dark luck "Kunlun Divine Skill" rushed over with an arrow step. When Ximen Xiaoren was secretly happy, the neckline was already grabbed by Zheng Haoran's left hand. Zheng Haoran's arm strength sank, lifted Ximen Xiaoren's upper body and bent it, followed his right arm across the back of Ximen Xiaoren's neck, learned the other party's Sichuan dialect, and said: "Turtle son, do you accept it?"

Ximen Xiaoyi was shocked and wanted to rush over to save him, but Zheng Haoran used both feet and hit the other party's chest. Seeing that the two senior brothers were defeated, Ximen Xiaoli lifted his long sword, poked at Zheng Haoran's heart, and shouted: "Let it go, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword......"

Zheng Haoran's left foot kicked back, kicking the long sword several feet out, and his right foot kicked back in a row, kicking Ximen Xiaoli seven or eight times in a row, and he couldn't get up for half a day. Ximen Xiaozhi and Ximen Xiaoxin scolded: "Turtle King bastard, little white face, you are about to let our senior brother go." "Scolded, took a step back, scolded eight or nine sentences in a row, and took eight or nine steps back.

Zheng Haoran smiled and said, "You scold, you come here!" The arm strengthened, and pressed Ximen Xiaoren's head straight down, the lower the pressure, the lower the forehead almost wanted to touch the ground. Ximen Xiaoren punched him in the lower abdomen with a backhand, but he was always a few inches behind, and he couldn't hit it, but he felt a strange pain in his neck, as if he wanted to break, and the Venus in front of him was popping up, and the buzzing sound in his ears was loud.

He grabbed and beat with both hands, and suddenly touched a hard object on his leg, in a hurry, he didn't think about it, he pulled it out casually, sent it forward, and inserted it into Zheng Haoran's lower abdomen. Zheng Haoran shouted, let go of his hands, took two steps back, and a terrifying look appeared on his face, only to see that there was already an extra dagger on his lower abdomen, which reached the handle.

His face was facing west, and the setting sun shone on the golden handle of the dagger. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't, and he reached out to pull the dagger, but he didn't dare. Chai Zongjin and Feng were so frightened that their hearts seemed to jump out of their mouths, and they hurriedly ran over to help Zheng Haoran.

"Brother, childe......" The two exclaimed while covering Zheng Haoran's wounds, only to see blood flowing out of their fingers, and the two were at a loss.

When Murong Mei saw this scene, she couldn't bear it, but she was pulled by Murong Song and Murong Zhu. Unexpectedly, Murong Mei suddenly shook off the two of them, got up and walked towards Zheng Haoran. Everyone looked at Murong Mei in shock, the five heroes of Qingcheng were full of jealousy, but Murong Song and Murong Zhu shook their heads helplessly.

I saw her walk in front of Zheng Haoran, slowly squatted down, grabbed the handle of the dagger with her right hand, and pulled it out hard, and the blood flowed when she landed. I saw that she didn't mess up at all, first stroked the golden medicine, and then tore a piece from her shirt and used it to bandage the wound, and the technique was extremely skillful.

Zheng Haoran was in a daze, and saw a beautiful girl walking over slowly. Her delicate long black hair, draped over her shoulders, slightly feminine, sometimes loosely counting the long hair, showing a different style, making people love and pity for the new life, the white skin is like a freshly peeled egg, the big eyes flash as if they can speak, the small red lips and the white of the skin are more distinct, a pair of small dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a shallow smile, dimples loom on the cheeks, like a fairy descending to earth.

"Brother, son, how do you feel?" Chai Zongjin and Feng looked at Zheng Haoran's wound and asked in a low voice.

"I'm fine!" Zheng Haoran looked at the two of them, then stared at Murong Mei again, and said, "Many... Thank you, girl... Help...", before he could finish speaking, he fainted.

Chai Zongjin saw Zheng Haoran faint, and asked in a panic: "Girl, what's wrong with my brother? Will he be okay? You must save him?"

Murong Mei said: "Don't worry, Childe, your brother just lost too much blood, and it will be fine to recuperate for half a month." ”

Chai Zongjin said stupidly: "Thank you, girl!" Worried about Zheng Haoran's injury just now, Chai Zongjin didn't look at Murong Mei carefully, at this time, he only felt that she was not as beautiful as a fairy, and she was kind-hearted.

"Little woman farewell!" Murong Mei fell in love with Zheng Haoran at first sight, and when she saw the man in front of her looking at her like this, she was unhappy, and turned her head and walked towards a few senior brothers.

Murong Song looked at Murong Mei who came over and said, "Senior sister shouldn't be nosy!" The five heroes of Qingcheng also nodded again and again.

Murong Mei looked at the five heroes of Qingcheng, her face was full of disdain, and she said to Murong Song and Murong Zhu: "Senior brother, let's go back to the mountain!

"Senior Brother Murong, Senior Sister Mei, wait for us!"

Everyone returned to the Qingcheng faction, and it was already dark. Murong Mei's heart was slightly wider, but Murong Song, Murong Zhu and the Qingcheng Five Heroes were nervous. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the head of the Qingcheng faction, the pale daoist, sitting on the left, closing his eyes and meditating, and the inexplicable master of the Hengshan faction sitting on the right, also silent.

The crowd looked uncertain and shouted, "Meet the master, meet the inexplicable uncle, meet the master, meet the pale uncle!"

The pale Daoist looked very happy, and asked, "Go to the bottom of the mountain to greet your senior uncle, Master Compassion, have you received it?"

Ximen Xiaoren, as the senior brother, stepped forward and said, "No." ”

The pale Taoist raised his hand to whisk the dust, suddenly hit him on the shoulder, and shouted, "Return the move!"

Ximen Xiaoren knew that the master often took the test of his own kung fu unexpectedly, such as on weekdays, he had already greeted him, but at this moment he was uncertain, and only said that the matter of the wine shop had been known to the master, and he was to beat himself with a dust, so he didn't dare to avoid it, and shouted: "Master!"

The pale Daoist's dust was about to hit Ximen Xiaoren's shoulder, and he couldn't make a stiff gesture three inches away from his clothes, and asked, "What's the matter? If you encounter a strong enemy on the rivers and lakes, and the response is so slow, is your shoulder still there?"

Ximen Xiaoren said: "Yes!" His left shoulder sank, he turned around, went around the master's back, pulled out his long sword, and stabbed at the master's vest.

The pale Taoist nodded and said, "This is it." The backhand swept away with a dusty sweep and returned the move. Ximen Xiaoren cheered up and blocked with a horizontal sword.

After the master and apprentice dismantled more than 20 moves, the pale Taoist swept out of the dust, and gently swept on Ximen Xiaoren's right shoulder, Ximen Xiaoren couldn't parry, only felt that his right arm was sore, and the long sword fell to the ground.

The pale Daoist smiled and said, "Very good, very good, you are the senior disciple of my Qingcheng Sect, and you should set a good example for your junior disciples." In the past month, I have made progress every day, and today I have four more moves! As a teacher, I am not feeling well during this time, and you have to help with the affairs of the martial arts conference. ”

The Pale Daoist returned to his seat and said to the inexplicable master, "Senior brother, are you here or am I coming here?"

The inexplicable master said: "Let's say it senior brother!"

Pale Daodao: "In that case, then let me say it!"

Qingcheng Wuxia and Hengshan Sanyou, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know. The pale Taoist continued: "Today is good news for the teacher, your master and ancestor accepted two disciples ten years ago, that is, your uncle, and they have already gone down the mountain. This martial arts conference is held in our Qingcheng faction, and I hope your uncle can come to participate!"

Everyone was stunned after hearing this, and said in their hearts: "The ancestor is a master, no matter which uncle and uncle are the heads of a faction, and they are all Taishan Beidou in the martial arts." I don't know who has this opportunity to worship under the ancestor. ”

Murong Song stepped forward and said, "Dare to ask Uncle Shi, what are the surnames of the two uncles, and how old are they?"

The pale Taoist continued: "These teachers are not clear, so you need to check it yourself. However, the teacher promised here that no matter who invites you two uncles, you can go to the library for a month. ”