The middle-aged man slowly walked out of the shade of the tree, holding the hilt of the sword with the hilt facing down and shaking it from side to side. He looked less like a swordsman and more like a naughty child holding a rattle. When he appeared in front of everyone, Ma Xuan, Pipa
The faces of the girl, Smiley Face, Zhou Shi, the hairpin-haired man, and Ya'er, the devil's sect, all changed.
The man did not look at these top masters who were famous in the world, but smiled at the young man who should be a member of the same profession: "Think too much, you don't have such a big face, and the world here has been here for a hundred years.
Only Ding Ying is qualified. You..."
He stretched out his free hand and shook his fingers, "Not yet."
In full view of everyone, the man thrust his long sword into the ground, put his palm against the hilt of the sword, and said with a lazy smile to the two groups of people: "Don't be in a daze, you continue. If you really can't kill them, I will take action again."
.Don’t worry, I will use my sword today only to target that boy, and I guarantee that I won’t accidentally hurt you.”
Ma Xuan spat blood-streaked saliva and said with a wanton smile: "I never thought there would be a chance for Lu Jianxian to win the battle. This trip to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom was not in vain. No matter what the outcome is, in the future, whenever we talk about this war, there will always be people talking about it.
But 'Ma Xuan' can give it a try!"
Ma Xuan bent over slightly and saw a tattoo of a mountain tiger spreading from his shoulders to his arms. The momentum was astonishing.
Not only that, there is a tattoo on the high bulge of the back that looks like a portrait of a door god. A man with a green robe and a long beard is holding a long knife. He has his eyes closed and is leaning on the knife. He exudes a strong and cold arrogance, which is more powerful than that of a door god.
It is even more shocking to see a tiger descending from the mountain with your shoulders up.
The smiling face squatting on the wall smiled even more, twisting a grass root pulled from somewhere between his fingers and chewing it gently.
Hairpin Man Zhou Shi explained softly to Ya'er beside him: "Apparently Ma Xuan also had some adventures and got some scattered opportunities. My father said that this is called the art of inviting gods. During the Jiazi pact three hundred years ago, someone
Just rely on this to massacre all directions outside the fortress, chasing two thousand prairie knights and killing them all."
Seeing the gloomy look in the Pipa woman's eyes, the burly man in an increasingly imposing manner chuckled and said, "How dare you wade into this muddy water without any new skills. Do you really think I care about that little gold?"
The woman said coldly: "I'm only here for the gold. This money is clean."
Ma Xuan sarcastically said: "What the hell, are you really attracted to that poor scholar? There are some shameless scholars. If they learn about your past deeds, they will regret it and even scold you.
Are you worse than a prostitute? I have not wronged you. From head to toe, is there any part of your body that is clean? Get out of here now. When you get married to that poor scholar, I will definitely reward you with five hundred taels of gold. Just treat it as whoring.
Funded."
Zhou Shi said with a smile: "I keep saying we are concubines, but it turns out we are really sincere."
The woman with a pipa in her arms and an artificial finger showed a trace of hesitation.
Smiley face suddenly said: "Getting married? Before I came here, I had a chat with a scholar named Jiang. We had a good conversation and talked about many interesting stories about the world, including some of the past of Concubine Pipa. The scholar asked about
I was stupid because of my reading. I just said how could there be such a shameless and dissolute woman in the world. In the end, I didn't even think that Concubine Pipa was my bed partner. Alas, since I am a fool, I want to have this marriage.
, it can still be done.”
The woman looked sad, then became resolute.
Chen Pingan has been watching and listening attentively without any anxiety.
Not only was he on the street and trapped in a tight siege, but also in the house where he lived, Feijian Fifteen seemed to be trapped in a situation of being imprisoned by the tic character again.
The careless sword-wielding man was the third "short-distance" martial artist Chen Ping'an saw. The two before him were the old man wearing a silver lotus crown and Fan Guan'er. However, the man in front of him was more skilled in martial arts than Fan Guan'er.
His cultivation level is much higher. From the current point of view, the gap between him and the old man named Ding is not too big.
But Ma Xuan has the ability to keep the bottom of the box, so the world is obviously not as shallow as imagined.
The situation would be better if the sword-raising gourd contained fifteen square inches of objects instead of the first one, but the matter was at this point, and it was useless to think too much.
A veritable enemy from both sides.
Zhou Shi smiled and said, "Miss Ya'er, you're done."
The woman wearing wooden clogs said helplessly: "Grandpa Shi has spoken, how can I dare to be lazy, but you must remember to save me."
The Hairpin Man nodded and said: "Destroying a flower with a dangerous hand is the most tragic thing in the world. I, Zhou Shi, will never let Miss Ya'er down."
The stiff-faced smiling man lost his temper and stood up. After stretching his muscles, he rubbed his cheeks with his hands and showed a sincere smile that was no longer rigid. "I want to weigh the weight of the banished immortal with my own hands."
Lu Fang gave a shout and reminded with a smile: "With the war coming soon, do you still want to think about what is there and what is not? A Tong Qingqing who is hiding here and there, a Feng Qingbai who is moving forward in an indomitable way, and a confused you, in fact, it doesn't matter.
Everyone has their own way of living, but you are the worst unlucky. I know that you have been deliberately hiding your strength, and be careful to play with fire and burn yourself."
Ma Xuan has already worked hard and raised his momentum to the highest point in his martial arts career, and there is no reason to hold back anymore.
The resentment and nostalgia for the pipa woman may not be fake, but taking the opportunity to build up momentum and give it a try is even more true.
The tiger descending from the mountain was like a living thing, its body trembling, and then it brought bursts of golden light on Ma Xuan's shoulders and arms, so that when Ma Xuan clenched his fist with his left hand, golden light seeped out between his fingers.
He took one step forward and was instantly in front of Chen Ping'an. He punched out and the sound of wind and thunder filled the air.
Chen Ping'an did not retreat but advanced, tilted his head, bent down half-way, and leaned against his shoulder. At the same time, he pressed his right hand on the opponent's knee and pushed him away. Ma Xuan was thrown seven or eight feet away on the spot and staggered several steps.
, every step made a pothole on the street, and then he stopped.
With the sound of the pipa, two bright silk threads arced from both sides of Ma Xuan, heading straight for Chen Ping'an.
Ma Xuan stepped forward suddenly and charged forward again.
Chen Pingan's body disappeared in a flash, escaping the assassination of Qin Xian. In addition to being extremely agile, he also seemed to be suddenly dragged forward by something, so fast that it was unreasonable.
Lu Fang's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: "Ma Xuan, pay attention in front of you."
Ma Xuan stopped so suddenly that two ravines were plowed out on the street. He stepped heavily on the street and blocked it with his arms in front of him.
Sure enough, an incredible punch hit his arm. Ma Xuan shouted angrily, and the sword-wielding general with a long beard and green robe painted on the back suddenly opened his eyes.
"Go to hell!" Ma Xuan just leaned back slightly, stepped forward with one foot, raised his arm and punched out, the whole arm filled with golden light, drawing a golden fan in the air.
In Smiley's eyes, all he could see was the snow-white robe, one hand holding Ma Xuan's fist, pressing it down gently, his figure rising from the ground, directly over Ma Xuan's head, and hitting Ma Xuan with one foot.
On the back of Xuan's head, he jumped towards the woman who was hiding behind and making a sneaky move. Seeing the bad opportunity, the pipa woman quickly rolled her fingers on the pipa strings, intertwining a green spider web between the two.
Chen Ping'an suddenly frowned, changed direction in an instant, abandoned Pipa Girl, and flew directly to the left.
It's that eerie smiling face.
Not to mention Lu Fang.
Among the two groups of people who have appeared so far, Chen Pingan is the most taboo about this weirdo.
The smiling face said with a smile: "They say you pick a weak persimmon, but you are the best."
He opened his arms and fell straight forward.
The next moment, the smiling figure disappeared instantly.
Chen Pingan turned around in the air, stretched out his hand to grab the smiling face that appeared behind him for no reason, and silently kicked Chen Pingan in the back of the head.
Chen Ping'an unexpectedly caught everything.
It's simply a shrunken sign.
The smiling face once again appeared elusively from behind. This time his body was curled up, his arms spread out, and his fists struck Chen Ping'an's temples.
Chen Ping'an was about to take action.
Lu Fang's words happened to be one step ahead, and he spoke openly to Xiaolianer, "Be careful, he is about to exert his strength."
Smiley'er hesitated for a moment, then voluntarily gave up the golden opportunity to smash Chen Pingan's head with both fists, and instantly stood on the bluestone street.
Chen Pingan almost swapped places with Smiley Face. The latter came to the street, and Chen Pingan stood on the wall.
Glancing at the sword-wielding man who had ruined his good deeds twice, he asked, "Why don't you just do it?"
Lu Fang patted the hilt of his sword lightly with his palm, and said cheerfully: "If you gang up with so many people to beat up a junior, your reputation will be bad if word spreads."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
The inside of the sword-raising gourd was lifeless, as if the wine bottle that had been opened had been blocked, and there was no longer any scent.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was no movement, and the emotional connection with Chen Pingan was severed.
Not only that, the golden wine robe on his body has also lost its effectiveness.
However, losing the talisman of Jin Li means that Chen Pingan has lost the capital to ignore the weapons. However, there is only one advantage, that is, without the restraint of Jin Li, the magic robe that circulates spiritual energy, Chen Pingan is like taking off his body.
With Old Man Yang's original Qi Talisman, his hands and feet no longer have invisible restraints, and his punches will only be faster.
He disappeared on the first day of the lunar month and was trapped on the 15th day of the lunar month. Jin Li lost all his magic weapons and magical powers.
In exchange for a hearty punch.
When punching, it is important to retract and release freely.
To be continued...