“Too weak!”

“Too weak!”

"You are too weak!"

The man who played in the hall has lost five people in a row.

His dark wooden knife was like a death sickle, cutting the dignity of Mamiya's sword.

My senior brother, Tian Saka, was still calm, but I couldn't help but want to take action.

"Master, let me go."

"you go?"

The old restaurant owner blew the beard at the corner of his mouth and cursed: "If you lose again, will my Maguchi turn into a slap in a single sword?"

"What does Master mean?"

"It's better to be my teacher." The old owner loosened his shoulders, waved his sleeves, and smiled with a squinted look: "If I get tired of my stomach in the middle, remember to give me some toilet paper."

"Master, isn't this good?"

"What's wrong?" The old manager of the museum blew his beard and glared, "Is it not normal for me to eat too much oil in the morning for my master to have a stomachache!"

"Only, Master, please leave." I gave it to the old owner of the museum.

……………………………………

The old museum owner Daofeng Xiangu held a scarred wooden sword in his hand.

The steps under his feet were light, but bursts of sand and dust were stirred up for no reason.

In the sandstorm, he was like a sword immortal coming to the world.

"young people."

"I only ask once."

"Do you really want me to take action?"

The old owner swept his naughty look, his eyes were deep, and his voice was like a bell.

Such pressure made the people on the field not dare to breathe for a moment.

However, the man who came to play the club was still indifferent.

It's like he's never afraid.

"Let's take action!"

The man shouted, swung his knife forward, and made a gesture of fighting.

Damn, I really want to fight!

The old owner thought that he was so old, but this young man had no intention of giving in at all.

It's really big or small!

The old museum owner looked around.

Is there anyone else who wants to play? None of the ungrateful wolves can help them block the gun?

However, as he sighed.

Someone really stood up.

"Let's wait!"

You safe?

The one who stood up from the crowd turned out to be Qing Anran!

The old owner was very moved. This was the first time he knew that this guy was so righteous.

After careful consideration, he found that although Qing Anran had not practiced swordsmanship for a long time, his swordsmanship was extremely talented, and he might have found a way to defeat the enemy.

I was overjoyed.

The old restaurant owner thought, although someone was going to make a comeback, the face-saving project still needs to be done.

So, he quickly pretended to be ruthless.

"Anran, I know you are interested in making a stand for me."

"But you haven't been practicing for a long time."

"If you feel forced, you'd better step back. This was originally my battle."

The old owner of the museum thought that since Qing Anran had already stood up, he would never retreat just because of his words.

In this game, he didn't have to fight.

However, the old owner suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with Qing Anran's expression.

This guy seems to be really worried about whether to take action!

Can't you tell me I'm polite?

The old owner was afraid that Qing Anran would really go back like this, so he deliberately reminded him:

"But if you really have this kind of heart, I will no longer refuse."

The old restaurant owner thought to himself, he should understand after reminding him that he should understand.

Unfortunately, Qing Anran didn't understand.

"Teacher Maguchi, how dare I deprive Lian Po of his ambitions? Just retreat safely!"

Don’t retreat!

The old owner shouted helplessly: Come back, come back!

At this moment, he really wanted to slap his two big mouths.

In despair, he realized that Qing Anran had not actually retreated.

Still standing there, looking at the man opposite him coldly.

The old owner sniffed, feeling that Qing Anran was a little confused, and he didn't know what he wanted to do for a moment.

Suddenly, Qing Anran stood with his sword and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Mamiya, look at the sword!"

Immediately, a group of Yin and Yang fish slowly slid out from under his feet.

The long sword dances, and the sword is in a constant state.

"This set of Tai Chi sword was created by immortals from overseas China!"

"The immortal asked me to dream of me and ordered me to pass this sword on to the teacher. I hope the teacher can use it well!"

The sword is drawn back and the sword is turned back, the slashes and hangs, the clouds are broken, and the sword is majestic.

"This is taking care of the moon under the sea!"

"This is the immortal's guide!"

...

"This move is Nezha's exploration of the sea!"

A set of swordsmanship, flowing water.

Qing Anran had already put away his sword and exhaled, but there were still forty-eight afterimages behind him.

Afterimages, immortals.

Qing Anran asked calmly: "Teacher Mamiya, how much do you remember?"

Remember it just a matter of no reason!

Such a long set of sword techniques, I can remember it after watching it!

The old owner felt like he had been hit by a heavy object in his head.

He couldn't understand at all, what exactly was the play that Qing Anran suddenly jumped out and sang.

Is there really a sword immortal who holds his dream, or does he want to kill him...

The old museum owner coughed twice and replied in response: "This sword is not the sword of the ordinary world. I am stupid and can only understand one or two sword intents."

"It's enough!"

Qing Anran threw the sword to him and hid in the crowd.

For a moment, the old restaurant owner was stunned.

I feel like a total stupid one.

Damn, this guy is really playing with me!

The wooden sword had already flew over.
To be continued...