To say that Xu Fengnian is not afraid at all, it is self-deception.

But Xu Fengnian believed in intuition. The old Kui, who had been trapped at the bottom of the lake for more than ten years, would not be unable to get along with him. At least he had been having strange dealings for so many years. Xu Fengnian threw down countless chicken legs and barbecue. He dived down every now and then in the spring and summer to make a familiar face. He was considered a bit of a friendship.

Xu Fengnian never mentioned this matter to his father and father. I believe both father and son know it well. At most, Xu Fengnian had the gratitude for saving his life. Even if he released the Hukui beast out of the cage, if he was angry by Xu Dazhuguo, he would be beaten. Moreover, Xu Fengnian was also curious about the talented and powerful people in the Beiliang Palace, and wanted to know if an old Kui, who could breathe for more than ten years, was a master of the top ten masters in the world.

Xu Fengnian pretended to be calm and said, "Old Huang, do you know what I am going to do? What should I do with me? Can you swim in the water? Don't drown!"

The old servant smiled shyly and didn't say anything. He seemed to feel his bag heavy, and shook his small body and lifted the wooden box a few inches.

When he arrived at the center of the lake, Xu Fengnian pulled out the purple spring thunder, which was far less gorgeous than Xiongdong. He took a deep breath, and threw the tip of the knife downwards.

After a while, there was no movement.

Xu Fengnian almost cursed, thinking that it would be a bamboo basket to get water again, and he had to jump down and get a knife by himself?

Lao Huang moved slowly and came to the bow of the boat, without moving at all.

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Old Huang, don't pretend to be a master with me. I don't know how tall you are?

Old Huang turned around and smiled.

Xu Fengnian glared and said, "What are you laughing at? It's so great without front teeth?!"

In an instant.

The lake water is more terrifying than ever before, and that situation is simply earth-shaking.

Xu Fengnian, who was hiding in the boat, had his first thought to call Lao Huang Feng and whine tightly. Then of course, he asked his father to come down to clean up the mess.

His Royal Highness, the prince who can even sweep thousands of troops, can't be foolish in competing with Lao Kui.

But soon Xu Fengnian noticed the strangeness of the black-topped boat. The storm on the lake was terrifying. But the old groom who had been traveling for three years and had oiled his feet when he encountered danger. The shaking boat body instantly became solid and motionless.

Lao Huang turned his head and grinned, reached out and gestured at a height of about the same height as Xu Fengnian. It probably means that I am such a tall master. Xu Fengnian couldn't laugh or cry. Well, you old Huang, you still have some leisure time now. Don't be beaten by Lao Kui in the future to find teeth, but you didn't have front teeth.

A gray figure jumped from the corridor on the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion, landed on one foot, and bounced it bit by bit, and then rushed into the lake with a light and graceful figure.

Xu Fengnian subconsciously raised his hand and realized that there was no cucumber in his hand to chew. He was a little regretful that the show was coming.

Tingchao Pavilion, the arsenal of the people in the world, has five guards in the pavilion. They climb up and down the pavilion when they are young and sometimes even find a corner to pee when they are anxious. Xu Fengnian has become familiar with him since he is young, and he calls him at his uncle and grandpa with diligent voices.

At this time, the guardian of the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion was a master of Taoism, a founder of the nine doumi Taoism, one of the three major Taoist monarchs. According to his master Li Yishan, he was proficient in Qimen Dunjia and was truly from the second-grade Tongxuan power. He was willing to enter the cabinet as a slave and servant just to listen to a volume of the lonely version of "San Tongqi" in Chao Pavilion. When Xu Fengnian was a child, he felt tired and asked the old man to carry it on his back.

Jiu Dou Mi Lao Taoist priest wore a gray wide-sleeved Taoist robe. After bounced into the lake, the dragonfly squirted the water and rushed forward with a roll of sleeves, rolled up two water columns, and shot straight into the center of the lake.

Xu Fengnian felt much more at ease when he saw that Xiao Zhou would not be overturned, and said in amazement: "It turns out that Grandpa Wei is so tough. If he had known that he would have taken him with him when he went out for a trip, he would not have been beaten to death."

When Lao Huang heard the words of His Royal Highness, he turned his head and looked resentful, and the expression on his old face was so bitter.

Xu Fengnian didn't want to let Lao Huang, who had been working hard for three years, be sad and said with a smile: "No matter how powerful Grandpa Wei is, he is not as considerate as Lao Huang, you are so considerate about digging bird nests to suck fish. There are often experts in this world, but Lao Huang is the only one who can weave straw sandals!"

The old servant smiled gently with a gentle smile, which made Xu Fengnian get goosebumps and said quickly: "Don't miss it when watching the show."

Both the master and the servant looked into the lake.

Two black chains broke through the water, like dragons going out to the sea, full of momentum.

At the end of the chain, two handleless knives were pulled, one with a clear edge as snow, and the other with a bright red as blood. In the words of the prince, it was very handsome and stunning. It was obvious that it was a master's style. Xu Fengnian just didn't have a large stack of silver notes on hand, otherwise he would have shouted "It's a reward!"

The two swords broke the two water dragons swung by Jiu Dou Mi Laodao and shattered them on the spot!

The body of Xiong Kui, who was ten feet tall, rushed out of the lake. Without the constraints of the copper balls on his feet at the bottom of the lake, the white-haired old man who emerged from the sky burst into laughter and almost pierced Xu Fengnian's eardrums.

With a swing of the chain, a huge scarlet sword slashed at the old Taoist priest, with its domineering sword force, cutting through the sky, carrying the sound of howling wind.

The old Taoist surnamed Wei shouted lightly, stepped on water with one foot, causing thousands of waves, and shot at the long knife obliquely.

The waves were cut in half, and the giant sword was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. The old Taoist priest shook his sleeves and tried to stop the almost only cold sword in his life.

But it was futile.

The wide cuffs of Taoist robe shattered instantly.

One move will fail.

The figure flew backwards and fell into the lake, not knowing life and death.

It turns out that the old Kui from Huzhong also brought a crazy talented man to the knife.

Both the faces of the White Fox are both hands, one is storm and snow, and the other is ripping waves. I wonder which one is more powerful?

Xu Fengnian, with a blurred look, said: "Isn't this old man invincible in the world? I had known that the masters were all so powerful, so I listened to Xu Xiao's advice and practiced martial arts well."

Old Huang turned his head lonely and shook his head and smiled silly, "It's not invincible, it's not invincible."

Xu Fengnian looked at it attentively, and he saw that Lao Kui's hands were tied into bones, and they were connected together instead of ordinary entanglements and bindings. This was too terrifying. Who would be so ill of martial arts and conceits that they were all integrated with the sword? If someone controlled the sword, wouldn't it be extremely unlucky and painful?

Lao Kui, who had double locks and two swords, jumped into a pavilion and waved it gently. The pavilion that consumed a lot of silver collapsed and almost turned into powder. Lao Kui laughed at the sky, his white hair was floating in distant, as if he was a god.

The remaining four guards of the Chau Pavilion came out together, forming horns to each other, standing in a distance, each with a solemn expression.

On the top of Qingliang Mountain in the royal palace, Xu Xiao, the country of Dazhu, sat on a wooden bench, looking out at the mountainside and lake, and was invisible. He held a red mud teapot from a famous craftsman in his hand, which was filled with green ant wine. Beside him was his adopted son Yuan Zuozong, and "Zuo Xiong" narrowed his eyes.

Xu Xiao chuckled and said, "How many moves can he block?"

On the battlefield, Yuan Zuozong, who killed people with silver guns and killed flags, said softly: "Enjoyed father, Zuo Xiong wants to give it a try."

Dazhuguo shook his head and said, "Forget it, someone will deal with this monster below and will not hurt Feng Nian."

On the corridor on the second floor of Tingchao Pavilion, he was wearing a white robe and stopped in front of the railing, and a edifice of embroidered winter knife at his waist. He looked for a moment, buckled his fingers on the knife ring, pushed the embroidered winter one inch, retracted the embroidered winter into the sheath, rubbed it back and forth, and then turned back to the building.

Not only that, even Li Yishan, the largest Qingke Aide in the palace, walked out of the dark room, and watched the strange scenery that was rare in ten years with his hands behind his back. It seemed that the sun was dazzling. He raised his hand to cover it and said to himself: "Sword Jiuhuang, Chu Kuangnu, have to demolish countless pavilions again?"

The old Kui ignored the guards' slaves at all. He looked at the world and saw that there were few opponents who could be valued by him. He just roared: "Then Huang Laojiu, come out and die!"

Xu Fengnian said in shock: "Huang Laojiu? Lao Huang, are you calling you? Don't tell me that you have a grudge with this old man!"

Lao Huang reached out and pulled off the ragged cloth strip, revealing the long striped red sandalwood box that made Xu Fengnian feel scared. He turned his head and smiled, but he still had no front teeth. Every time he saw this scene, Xu Fengnian would always wonder if the old servant was drinking yellow wine, would he be able to leak the wine into his mouth even if the remaining teeth were closed tightly.

Lao Kui obviously saw the old groom standing on the bow of the boat, with white hair dancing and ferocious face.

When Xu Fengnian was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, Old Huang stretched out a yellow hand, stroked the wooden box, but still didn't forget to turn around and smile, raised his neck and made a cold gesture of pouring wine into his mouth, and said, "Young Master, that?"

Xu Fengnian smiled angrily and said, "Look at your virtue! You are a little bit of a master's demeanor? You really won by being beaten by your shit. Please drink a hundred jar of Longyan Dried Wine."

The groom, who was called "Huang Laojiu" by Lao Kui and Li Yishan, smiled slightly. At that moment, Xu Fengnian's eyes seemed to be shaken. Lao Huang was no longer stupid or stupid. Instead, it was a meaning that was indescribable. He felt that the old servant who was still as motionless as a mountain was even more awesome than the old Kui with a sword.

Listening to the three large plaques of Chao Pavilion, there is a "Qi Chong Bullfighting" that refers to the supreme sword energy that is actually purely illusory in classics. Xu Fengnian thought that if this old Huang really knows how to play swords, it would be worthy of people to be one big white and two big white until one thousand big white.

The thief is selling a kidnapping.

Without seeing how Lao Huang acted, the wooden box trembled like a dragon, buzzing, not harsh, but shocking.

Xu Fengnian was stunned. Is Lao Huang really a master who has been stealing and being knocked by a hoe with him for three years?

"Sword Yi."

Lao Huang, who silently recited the words "Still" and took a step forward gently on the bow of the boat. The black-topped boat where Xu Fengnian was retreated toward the shore, extremely stable. A small boat floated lightly and slid, drawing ripples.

Xu Fengnian looked at the old and thin figure in the distance, walking on the waves.

The red sandalwood box opened toward one end and rushed out a long sword.

Dazhuguo, who stood up on the top of the mountain, and Li Yishan in Tingchao Pavilion said at the same time: "Sword Yi, Dragon and Snake."

The old man with sword smiled unrestrainedly: "Okay, okay, Huang Laojiu, wait for you for so many years, Grandpa, I will break your Nine Swords today, and let you carry one less sword!"

The layman Xu Fengnian was so upset that he wanted to kill someone.

Because even though he knew that it was the peak duel of the top masters in the world, in his opinion, it was just one sword to one sword, and he couldn't see any tricks, and it was even far less exciting than the first duel between the two swords and Grandpa Wei.

The only thing I can see is that another sword flew out of the Red Sandal Sword Box.

Xu Fengnian didn't know the best moves, and he couldn't escape the four words "return to nature".

Dazhuguo forgot to drink, held the wine glass and sighed: "Sword 2."

Li Yishan slowly spit out two words in the Tingchao Pavilion: "The Lotus with the Tail."

The two of them obviously had a very tacit understanding on the mountain.

One sword turns into two swords, two swords turn into three swords.

"Sword Three."

"Three pounds."

The three swords were already full of sword lights, covering the world.

The old man with two swords and the old man with three swords.

He is simply a demigod and half-immortal.

Xu Fengnian sat on the boat and smiled foolishly: "It's all the best technical jobs to be rewarded!"
Chapter completed!