The short, sharp-faced man said as Nan Jian nodded, as if he understood what he was saying, so the other party felt a burst of joy in his heart, thinking that the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian was willing to make friends with them and would not embarrass them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Lan Xin, who was on the other side of the round table, saw Nanjian's performance, and thought that he had listened to the other party's words and made friends with them. Therefore, she was so angry that she pointed at the eleven people opposite her, and let out a hysterical roar: "You can't make friends with them, they are all a group of demons, they are gluttons in the city of Matou, they eat people without spitting out bones, each of them has the blood of good and innocent people on their hands, they deserve to die, not a single one can be forgiven!"

This roar stems from the long-pent-up anger and humiliation in the heart of a weak woman, and the surging momentum is no less than a flash flood, nor is it gentler than a tsunami.

Suddenly, the eleven people who had worked for the tiger trembled, and their arrogance in the past was gone at this moment. They were terrified, and they all looked at Nan Jian, a purple-clothed swordsman with a sharp sword in front of them, with a high spirit, with panicked eyes, and they hoped that he would not listen to this woman's words.

Nanjian took two steps to the right with his sword in his hand, so that his body stood in the center in front of the eleven people, "What should I do," he asked them, "What should I do if Miss Lan said that you are full of evil and can't make friends with you?"

Every time the eleven people heard him say a word, their hearts trembled once until he had finished speaking, and there was a dead silence on the field, and everyone looked with horror at Nan Jian, the purple-clothed swordsman opposite, and at the girl behind him, who had always been as delicate as a flower, but tonight she had become even more terrifying than a hedgehog, and then they looked at the corpse of her companion who had fallen to the ground, bleeding and solidified, and his body stiffened.

Finally, the thin, pointy-faced man showed a pug-like smile to Nan Jian again, "Nan Daxia, don't listen to her nonsense, she, a cheap woman, is greedy for glory and wealth, and is willing to commit herself to being a concubine to our Liu Zhuang master;

"Yes!" Nan Jian smiled coldly. And turned around and glanced at the nervous Blue Core.

"Blue girl," he continued, "is what you said true, and why do all of them say that what you say is false!"

Anger made Lan Xin's face pale, and fear made her weak body tremble, "Nan Daxia," she said to him with all her might, and she was almost begging him, "How can I say that I alone can say that there are eleven of them, I am not going to be a concubine for Liu Junshan, the demon, it is they who are threatening my parents, they want to kill my parents, do I still have a choice?" She stretched her hands to Nanjian, hoping that he would believe everything she said, and her tears had drowned out her charming eyes and its innocent look. She became pitiful, like a desperate lamb in a cage by a butcher.

Nan Jian couldn't stand it anymore, he exhaled a deep sullen breath from his chest, and looked back at the eleven people who were gradually full of hope for the future - because they thought that there was only one person in the blue core, and what she said was isolated, and it was simply wishful thinking to gain the trust of the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian.

Then the little man with a sharp face began to be unable to suppress the joy in his heart, and he was proud of what he had just done, and he thought to himself: In the future, these ten companions will be grateful for my kindness, and they will have great admiration for me. After all, it was because of his own words that he saved their lives in a crisis. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

As a result, his smile stiffened before it could fully spread on his sharp face. Because, at this time, Nan Jian said a decisive word, "You 'Liu Zhuang Thirteen Guests' are notorious, I have heard of it for a long time, and the reason why I wanted to listen to Miss Lan's opinion just now is to confirm whether what I heard and what I saw was the same!"

"That'...... What Nan Daxia saw just now is different from what you heard before?" The little man with a sharp face still couldn't help but ask.

"Not only is it the same, but what you see is more disgusting and annoying than what you hear!"

No one on the field dared to say a word anymore, and the eleven people were like eleven stuffy gourds, and they didn't dare to say anything anymore. However, there was a round-faced, short-bearded man in a goose-yellow robe and a big axe in his hand, and when he saw that everyone was so lifeless, that no one dared to fart. So he broke away from the middle of the two men standing in front of him, and got out.

As soon as he got out of the crowd, he didn't look for Nanjian to fight, but turned around, facing the ten companions, he first sneered, "You people, you are all pus, empty of martial arts, bullying the kind people in Matou City, you are scrambling; Sure enough, when he scolded him like this, the ten people inside didn't seem to hear it at all, and let him be furious, as if he was scolding others.

Even Nan Jian felt that this person was so strange, but he always looked at them as a bystander, and he was not angry at what he had just turned around. However, after his catharsis like firecrackers, Nan Jian asked him: "You just said that they are useless people, and now what are you going to do?" ”

In the face of his questioning, this round-faced and short-bearded man was not afraid, and actually laughed at him, "You ask me what to do," he stopped laughing and shouted sharply towards the southern sword, "Manly man, even if he dies under the enemy's sword, he will never kneel and beg for mercy!" As soon as these words came out, the ten people actually gave this man a contemptuous smile, as if to say: "Silly hat!"

"Very well," Nanjian took a step back and turned sideways to face him, "Are you going to use the axe in your hand to talk to me now?"

"You guessed it right!" While the other party said this, the big axe in his hand swung sideways, and the sharp axe slashed towards the chest of the southern sword. At that moment, all eyes were wider than the cup, expecting this black-faced and short-bearded man to perform an amazing miracle.

Seeing that the other party swung the board axe, Nan Jian bent his waist back, so that the mountain opening axe in the opponent's hand was flat against his chest; As the opponent's mountain-opening axe swirled over his body, Nanjian's waist stood upright again. The sword in his hand had already followed the wrist of the other party's axe.

At that moment, if the round-faced and short-bearded man didn't let go, or if he let go a little bit later, his hands on the handle of the mountain-opening axe would be cut off by the southern sword. Instinctively, his hands let go of the mountain opening axe at the same time, at this time, Nan Jian picked up the sword and flung it, and with a whoosh, the mountain opening axe in the hand of the round face and short beard actually flew towards the opposite window frame.

Boom! As if the attic had collapsed, the heavy, sharp axe was nailed to the solid wood at the edge of the window frame, and the handle of the axe was still shaking rapidly under the great tremor, just as the ten men in front of him were still trembling with fear. At the same time, the blade of the sword in Nan Jian's hand had already pressed against this man's jaw.

"How is it now?" Nan Jian asked coldly.

"It's just death!" The man with a round face and a short beard did not change his face, and he actually shouted angrily, closed his breath and closed his eyes, waiting for Nanjian to cut the sword.

As a result, Nanjian moved his sword away, which surprised everyone present. "Blue girl!" Nan Jian turned around and asked her, "Did he beat or coerce your parents with this person?"

"Nope. Blue Core shook her head.

"Your name is Li Hu," Nan Jian turned his head, looked at the man with a round face and short beard, and said lightly, "Before coming here, I did some simple investigations, you are the only one among the 'Thirteen Guests of Liu Zhuang' who has no blood debt on your hands, since you have no blood debt, I don't want to waste your precious blood." In the future, please do your good, don't get into the wrong line, follow the wrong help, otherwise I will settle accounts with you!"

When Li Hu heard this, he was deeply moved, opened his eyes, and waved his hand towards Nan Jian: "Thank you Nan Daxia for your life, farewell!" As he spoke, he took a big stride, walked out of the door, and walked downstairs on the stairs.