"See the move!" Meng Shangliu flew away with a very fast attack.

The shadows of the sword overlap, changes a lot, the true energy is attached, and murderous intent is everywhere.

Each move attacked the key points, and the cold air gradually swept over.

Chen Bufan held the long sword in his hand, but he had not used it. He wanted to see how capable he was and how profound his attainments were in the short sword.

"Your apprentice is good, obviously Lao Meng is not an opponent." One person nodded and praised.

"That's right, my mother's disciples are not one of them." The second master's wife said arrogantly.

"You are still hungry when you say you are fat. Chen Bufan's achievements are naturally unrelated to you three, but they still make a lot of money on their own efforts."

"And also have an innate talent."

"That's right! At most, you three lead people. Have you ever heard a word? It's called Master leading the door, and practicing is for one person."

Why does it sound so sour? It doesn't taste right.

"A bunch of old guys, are you envious, jealous, are you? OK, it's all my Xiaofan's outstanding ability, so it's okay if we don't have any relationship with each other, right?"

The third master's wife refused to let her down, "No matter how it is, my disciple will be successful. Unlike some people, I don't even have a decent inheritor in my life, and I will bring all my skills into the coffin sooner or later."

“!!!”

He is cruel, he is very upright in one sentence, without any temper.

After Meng Shangliu used ten moves, Chen Bufan was not in the mood to watch.

Four words summary: But that’s it.

The sword technique is exquisite and the user's skills are not weak, but he still cannot reach Chen Bufan's eyes.

Now his horizons are broad, and he looks at the higher sky. It is not the ultimate perfection. If he cannot reach the highest height, he will not be taken seriously.

It can also be called inconsistent.

"Senior, I'm going to start fighting back." Chen Bufan reminded.

Meng Shangliu became even more angry when he heard this.

What does it mean?

Co-authored the performance that I just performed alone?

Am I alone juggling?

That's actually it.

Chen Bufan made a move at will, and his sword energy was storming.

"Ding!" One sword and one sword collided together.

"Click!", simple and crisp.

The short knife shattered and became several pieces.

Before Meng Shangliu could react, the long sword was placed on his neck.

As long as he moves, he can be reincarnated and reborn.

All the process was in a flash, in a flash.

"You lost again."

One word is very vivid.

"My short knife." Meng Shangliu felt very distressed.

This weapon has been with him for nearly half a lifetime, and once it is destroyed, it is fake not to hurt.

The black iron is made of very hard and is considered to be a good weapon that can be passed down for generations, but it was gently touched by the Xuanyuan Sword and made several segments.

"Senior, I blame me for not stopping for a while and breaking your weapons. I will pay you a reward in a few days." Chen Bufan was very particular and did his job well.

"Boy, I have a deep affection for this short knife. Even if I change it, no matter how good the quality is, I don't care." Meng Shangliu blushed.

"That's not my fault. You always insist on competing, so I'll passively respond." Chen Bufan put away the Xuanyuan Sword and took it away on the other party's neck.

"Boy, I still don't accept it."

"What do you want?" Chen Bufan raised his eyebrows.

"This time, the weapons are not good and fall into your hands. If I force me to admit defeat, I will be unwilling to accept it."

Meng Shangliu twisted his head, "Let me change my weapon. If I lose again this time, no matter what the reason, I will admit it and convince me."

"In the future, you will ask me to go east, never go west, and you will obey your command in one sentence."

"I, Meng Shangliu, keep my word."

"Okay!" Chen Bufan agreed again.

"Everyone, who would like to borrow old men's weapons to use?"

"Is the sword possible?"

"I can't use a sword."

"Then use mine, give it!" A fat man in his fifties threw the long knife in his hand over.

Meng Shangliu took it with the opportunity and played a sword, which was very beautiful.

"Senior, are you ready?" Chen Bufan asked politely.

"alright!"

"Then I'll do it?"

Why does it feel like an affair? I sneaked into the next neighbor's house: I'm coming.

"Come on!" Meng Shangliu shouted loudly and attacked him actively.

"The Immortal Sword Asks the Sky!" Chen Bufan did not use his Moji and directly did his ultimate move.

"Create the world!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions, air waves rolled, and a figure flew backwards.

"Plop!" It fell quite solidly.

"Cough cough cough." Meng Shangliu lay on the ground, coughing continuously.

"Senior, let's come again." Chen Bufan urged.

Intentionally.

Absolutely intentional.

"I won't come, I admit defeat."

"How could it be that I admit defeat? The senior is a master of hermits. He was also a famous figure in the martial arts world in his early years. He has a name and a surname. Everyone knows it. How could he be defeated by one move? He must have been neglected." Chen Bufan said with certainty.

"Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds."

"No, I'm really convinced." Meng Shangliu waved his hand.

"Impossible, seniors must give in to juniors."

"Boy, you did it on purpose, right?"

"What does it mean?" Chen Bufan pretended to be confused.

"I'm convinced, you're still put on the shelves. I suspect you want to beat me up in the name of a martial arts competition." Meng Shangliu was really scared.

"The key is that I am afraid that the seniors will be convinced orally."

"I completely admit defeat, but the same thing is true. If you have anything, just say a word. I will follow the order."

"Okay." Chen Bufan put away the Xuanyuan Sword, "Tomorrow you go guard the front city gate."

"Okay, no problem." Meng Shangliu responded.

If you admit that you are betting, a real man will spit on his mouth and say whatever he says.

Just look at the city gate, it’s no big deal.

"Let's go back and continue drinking."

"good!"

Now I was so happy, and there was no other stubborn person.

If you don’t show some strength, no one will convince you.

This is reality.

It's nothing, why do you let others listen to you?

A group of people returned to the table and drank until late at night, probably after midnight.
To be continued...