The so-called rules on Luoyang Road are those tricks that have only become popular recently that are obviously stupid no matter how you look at it.

He took pictures of paper between the blade blindfolded or spread his hands into the oil pan to catch copper coins. Although many officials from the Xiyuan Imperial Army and the Northern Wei Office enjoyed this boring duel to prove their courage and means, and almost every day he could see such idiots being carried to the Taoist altar of Taiping Road to take talismans for emergency rescue. However, Jiang Shushi really didn't expect that a person in the yamen made such a ridiculous suggestion to him so seriously.

The person who proposed raised his head and looked at the sky, and said in a tone of reciting the sacrificial ritual: "A hundred and eight thousand miles west of my Han Dynasty, there is an island country to the extreme west of the Kingdom of Anxu. In order to decide on the major affairs of the country, they inserted a sword into a stone and agreed with each other who would pull out the sword, and then listen to the man's will."

After retelling the legend of King Arthur that had not appeared yet, Wei Ye turned his wrist and the hilt of his sword was facing the ground, and Tao Qianjin suddenly unsheathed.

Unlike the swords that are preferred by ordinary scholars, Tao Qianjin does not have the delicate round carvings such as the Chi on the ordinary sword. The simple and gentle yin-line carving style has a slight simplicity. This is not a literary sword for decoration, but a genuine martial sword, and the outshelf is awesome and evil spirit. Unfortunately, the way to outshelf is really wrong. Wei Ye poured out the sheath on the sheath, like pouring beans, with the blade facing up and the hilt facing down.

After being untied from the bamboo sheath, Tao Qianjin's weight suddenly increased and hit the ground hard. With a loud bang, the hilt of the sword had been mostly buried in the soil, leaving only the sword body outside, straight to the sky, buzzing. The sword was held in the bamboo sheath. Although the material was special, it had changed from a spiritual ancient wood to a different kind of treasure of heaven and earth. It had a siliceous wood-like appearance of wood-like gold. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a peach wood sword with a special texture. However, this time, Tao Qianjin was unsheathed and there was a sharp roar of breaking the wind, and the landing was even more like a boulevard iron spine stabbing the Qin King, which shocked everyone on the scene.

The young man who was the new leader of Tongheli Taoist Temple in Taiping Dao held the green steel stick in his hand, and couldn't help but look at Wei Ye thoughtfully for several times.

This sword that was beyond the expectations of the young disciples of Taiping Dao, Jiang Zhengshi, Xuan Liu, Northern Wei and the people who were willing to stay by this altar, with the extremely unreasonable weight, played the most shocking appearance that someone sitting on the branch of the old locust.

Seeing the straight and simple wooden sword inserted into the ground with a straight and simple pattern, Jiang An and Jiang Guling, the current Beibu Weishi Rongke, immediately made the most direct judgment of an old man who had climbed onto a tree branch to practice the extremely domineering and heavy hidden weapon technique, or this scholar who looked a little sour and bandit-like, practiced the most dull and powerful external kung fu. Jiang An and his wife had been slapping for half a lifetime, never thought that this scholar who was unreliable, who had such a good skill, had such a skill to show his skills to defend the platform?

Wei Ye couldn't hear the old Jianghu's voice. He weighed the bamboo sheath in his hand, and with interest, he lowered his head to the eyes of the Taoist master of Tongheli: "Friends with a magnificent temper in Taiping Dao, just like the story just now, let's make a bet."

At this time, the days were already west, and the white clouds were walking towards the golden and red fire clouds. Under the rays of the sunset, let alone the steel bars of the Northern Weiman and the steel stick in the hand of the Taiping Dao disciple who looked a little stone-free and unsteady, were wrapped in a thick orange-yellow halo. Even Tao Qianjin had hidden the original color in the sunset. Wei Ye looked at Tao Qianjin with a sharp blade facing the sky and spoke in a tone of watching the show: "If you use such a heavy weapon, you should have the strength to do it. I wonder if you can use it or not to use my sword? If you can't, let it go and don't resist the law violently, will it be?"

This is a provocation, a slap in the face, and this is forcing Taiping Road to start a war with the Northern Quarter in advance.

In the long river of history, many war fuses are not so eye-catching. The romantic affair of beautiful shepherd boys abducting other people's daughter-in-laws accomplished the Trojan War, the biggest scene in Greek mythology. The toilet that a groom took away by a groom still killed a hundred years of corpse and blood. From this perspective, the role of the peerless beauty Queen Helen and an old toilet can be almost equal. If the incident of Emperor Ling of Han and Emperor Ling in the Book of the Later Han Dynasty was written a hundred years later, and the fact that this stupid gambling battle led to a great uprising that swept across Jiuzhou in the Taiping Road in Luoyang was too disgraceful.

Jiang Guling glared at the masterly clerk sitting on the tree branch with a sour look at the masterly clerk sitting upright on the tree branch, thinking to himself, who are you cheating? It turns out that if this kid can't stand the excitement, he really plays a scene of killing the official and throwing into the green forest. Can you escape like this? Ninety-nine out of ten percent of the world's affairs are broken by you, who are so arrogant, and I don't know what the temperament of the bastard boy in Taipingdao is. If he troubles this kid first, it would be fine...

Jiang Zhengshi's voice obviously did not reach the heart of the barbarian. He looked up at the Qingshan Scholar with a plain smile on his face. The head of Taiping Daotongheli spoke, which sounded a little happy:

"Then let me listen to you, just do it. But if I can take over your toy sword, you will fight me later."

Shocked by such bold statements, Jiang Zhengshi and Wei Shuli looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces clearly stated, "Where did the geniuses of Taiping Road find such a fool?"

The two systems were unable to criticize Taipingdao's organizational construction. The short-haired barbarian bent down and held the hilt of the wooden sword, and shouted softly:

"Let's wait!"

“Take a slow start!”

He shouted "Take it slow". Wei Ye, who was originally lying on the old locust tree, held the bamboo sheath in his hand with one hand. He turned his body and rolled half of the ground and half crawled down from the tree branch. This technique was really not so clever, nor was there any beauty at all. However, as he fell, the bamboo sheath that had been holding in Wei Ye's hand was thrown down hard by him.

Even if his martial arts are not good, Wei Ye is still very accurate in throwing things. This is evidenced by an unlucky wolf demon on the mountain. When the man got down from the tree and the sheath was used, he exerted force on the waist of the barbarian boy. He suddenly lifted the seemingly heavy wooden sword upwards. The bamboo sheath, which was hidden in the yellowish meaning of the old bamboo, was wrapped in the paint, fell down at the right time.

The sword is sheathed.

He grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, and looked at the young man with a natural sense of rudeness and was slightly surprised. His eyes lit up, but the sword stood still, letting one hand reach over and pressed it on the scabbard.

"It's not like throwing dice and shouting at it, you don't have the same way of playing."

With this indescribable complaint, the Qing-shirt clerk who had already bullied the barbarian boy took a step towards the other party who was close to him.

He stepped on the square foot between the barbarian's feet. Wei Ye maintained the posture of holding the scabbard with his left hand. He had one side of his body and his right palm was like a knife, cutting straight at the wrist of the other party holding the sword.

This is really an extremely exciting and crazy way to capture the way. If such a good fist and palm skill is bullied in front of him with such a fierce and rapid rhythm, no matter who it is, he should be defeated very quickly under the continuous blows of the tendons, bones, and throat locks in the next series of grappling skills.

However, the subsequent development was completely beyond the expectations of the old people. The barbarian boy who had originally grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and was slightly inflexible, suddenly let go of his right hand.

He held the heavy sword firmly with one hand, but his fist straight up to Wei Ye's palm.

The middle finger of his clenched fist slightly raked and hit Wei Ye's palm knife hard.

The fist and palm were about to part with the touch, accompanied by the inhalation sound of Wei Ye Yin's inhalation with the feeling of pain.

"Great strength."

"no."

In a few simple sentences, Wei Ye pulled his palm, raised his knee, and all the strength condensed from his back waist was straight to the vital point of the barbarian's lower plate along his left leg.

Unfortunately, the other party's martial arts are much more familiar than that of an amateur player. This trick of pulling the vaginal legs backwards because of the other party's bounced legs at the same time, and directly knocked the Qingshi's clerk out.

It was accompanied by an unwilling sigh, and it was filled with three parts of Wu Zixu's depressing spirit passing through Shaoguan, and it was so sad that it was not ashamed.

The Qing-shirt clerk, who was both martial arts and swordsman, lost in three moves, lost and then failed.

Substitute Jiang An, the newly appointed city-like officer of the Northern Weiya Office, was reluctant to replace his temporary teammate who was not as good as the Goose.

The pig-like teammate, who has no other use except to drag his legs, is now leaning all his focus on the old locust tree, with a look of ashamed "I'm sorry to the Han court" on his face, and he did not forget to warn him:

"Be careful of this sword!"

Of course, it's not to be careful about the sword skills of the barbarian boy. If Wei Ye's sword skills are barely able to rank at G level, this guy who only knows how to mess around with brute force will have to fall out of the alphabet when he makes the sword skills rating.

But if Tao Qianjin is out of the sheath again, it is in the hands of this boy who likes to play heavy weapons with the weight of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, the bright silver hammer of the plum blossom, and the Dugu Qiubai Xuan Iron Heavy Sword...

It was a great deal about the murder of Texas. The extra-large logging chainsaw with just been put on oil and the blade was shining with blue light. The fierce soldiers were out of the sheath to enjoy the blood sacrifice. The Northern lieutenant office lost troops and lost generals, and the Taoist altar was bloody... Oh my, it was really shocking just to think about it.

So this sentence is really not for Jiang Zhengshi. This city-like craftsman who is skilled in swordsmanship ultimately does not understand the mystery of magic, nor can he see the danger hidden in Tao Qianjin. This sound is really for those who are really interested.

Just now, Tao Qianjin was unsheathed and returned to the sheath, all in the hands of the barbarian boy. Even if someone was not clear about his mind, he knew the mystery hidden in the sword. Wei Ye's shout happened to remind him.

With only a moment of pause, the barbarian boy who was still holding Tao Qianjin in his left hand pressed the hilt of the sword and suddenly pulled back!

He closed his palms not because Jiang Jieshi used his left hand to pull the sword, nor because Jiang Guling held the knife in his right hand. Instead, the man who looked extremely fierce abandoned the hilt of the sword and pressed the scabbard, and hit the right fist like a heavy hitting the city vertebrae, directly hitting the tail of the bamboo sheath!

The punch was extremely fierce, making its master jump in his heart. The word "be careful and easy" was not enough to say, Tao Qianjin had already unsheathed again. The sword body refined by the spiritual ancient peach wood was straight and firm. With the strength of the barbarian boy, he walked out a sword path that was as straight as this fist. It was like a rushing to the city and rushing to the car with enough force, straight out of the bamboo sheath, and with the head of the sword as its head, the target was choosing Jiang Guling's chest.

When the wooden sword was unsheathed, he brought out a dull roaring wind. Jiang Guling realized that he had definitely hit the god and left the word "六子". He thought that the barbarian boy in front of him was just a talented character with a strong strength of a barbarian bull. However, his skill in exerting force through the power of the hand was beyond ordinary warriors. Even in the army, he was definitely a hero of the level of the vanguard school official. No matter how much knowledge he saw, he did not expect that a little disciple of Taiping Road who was unknown to be so fierce!

A young man with a fiery temperament as hot as a flame does not look exaggerated as a bodybuilding figure as a rock, but this cannonball-like punch has a truly righteous and powerful smell.

It's not bluffing, it's really powerful.

Half leaned against the old locust tree, Wei Ye, who could really see the danger of this punch and sword, gently twitched, raised his right hand behind him, pressed his ring finger with his thumb, bent his little finger to his palm, but the index finger and middle finger stood like a sword, slashing downward with a faint emptiness.

The danger that can be seen is not considered dangerous, only the danger that cannot be seen is the real sinister danger. The young magician who understands this truth half-squinted his eyes, looked at the most beautiful and dazzling scene of the chaotic clouds and burning clouds and golden reds before sunset, and accurately grasped the best opportunity to take action.
Chapter completed!