"At least much better than you." Aunt Shan laughed.
The old beggar Bi Wu smiled proudly and said: "If I meet the old beggar from now on, I will ask her for advice and see if she is better or I am better..."
Aunt Shan snorted and sneered, "I'm afraid you don't dare."
"Why don't I dare to be a beggar?" Bi Wu asked angrily, raising his eyebrows.
Aunt Shan said proudly: "Because she is your sister-in-law. Hahaha, she will die. Do you think you can do the following? If the powerful killing god knows about this, I wonder if he will crawl out from under the Nine Springs to send you away.
A few slaps..."
Bi Wu suddenly became furious and cursed: "You fart..."
At this time, a middle-aged Hanako walked over from the group of Hanakos with an urgent expression. He saw the middle-aged Hanako anxiously pulling Bi Wu's torn sleeves, leaning into Bi Wu's ear and whispering a few words.
The old beggar Bi Wu's complexion changed greatly when he heard this. He couldn't help but look at the middle-aged beggar and said in a voiceless voice: "Didn't you say that the master only accepted a person named Situ Meng?"
Aunt Shan smiled coldly and said: "She is Shangguan Xiaowan's senior sister, but her mental skills are far inferior to that of Shangguan girl. She is a femme fatale."
The old beggar Bi Wu suddenly heard the meaning of Aunt Shan's words and couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this? What do you mean by femme fatale! You are insulting the reputation of the beggar gang."
"Master Bi, it's best not to ask at the moment. As time goes by, you will naturally know." Liu Qianwen was worried that Aunt Shan would say more, so she hurriedly interrupted him.
While they were talking, the middle-aged Huazi muttered something in Bi Wu's ear again, which made Nangong Haotian frown for a moment. They were two big friends.
No one knew what Nangong Haotian was thinking, but the old beggar Bi Wu nodded knowingly, looked at Liu Qianwen, and asked: "May I ask Miss Liu, do you know the clothes, weapons and appearance of the Shangguan girl?"
"About eighteen or nineteen years old, generous, beautiful, bright and heroic, wielding a sword, wearing bright red clothes, and the sword is made of red silk..." Liu Qianwen said modestly.
Suddenly, among the several martial arts masters who came from Dananzhuang, someone cried out in surprise and lost his voice: "Didn't the woman who jumped out of the fire cave just now wear red clothes and use a sword, and what was hung on the sword was a red silk tassel?
?”
After saying this, many people agreed.
"Yes, that's right, maybe it's that Shangguan girl!"
"I also think it is possible. She is really a femme fatale. Such a beautiful girl can be so bad. Oh, what a pity! What a pity!"
"Uh - how do you know she is a beautiful girl? Have you ever seen her? Didn't that person just say that she was an ugly girl with scars all over her face?"
"I don't know. Didn't that person named Nangong Haotian just say that she was very beautiful? So I thought so. She is really a femme fatale!"
Everyone fell to the ground!
…
Nangong Haotian's anxiety gradually calmed down, which in itself had many doubts. If that woman was really Shangguan Xiaowan, why did she have so many black, purple and blue scars on her face?
As his thoughts moved, Nangong Haotian heard someone say: "This Miss Liu said she was beautiful and generous, but what Master Zhang saw was that her face was full of scars!"
Nangong Haotian quickly calmed down and found the frowning Master Lin Dazhuang looking at Master Zhang and solemnly asked: "Master Zhang, are you sure you saw it right?"
I saw the martial artist Zhang saying with great certainty: "Reporting to the owner of the village, my subordinates are absolutely right. The girl in red came down to the ground and hurriedly pulled down the floating black scarf!"
Nangong Haotian's sword eyebrows were furrowed, full of questions. Just as he was about to ask something, he suddenly saw Master Faming with a solemn expression, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked towards the silver-robed swordsman with a sword in his hand and an angry look on his face.
Master Faming walked up to the silver-robed swordsman and bowed slightly, which would have detracted from his status as an eminent monk. He could not whisper, so he had to lower his voice and ask softly: "Master Wang, isn't that girl you met also very ugly?
The clothes she wore, her last name..."
"Master, please forgive me for offending me..." But before he finished speaking, Yin Shijian barely leaned forward, interrupted Master Faming's words, and said, "I don't want to be a person who breaks his promise!"
Master Faming smiled wryly and nodded, clasped his hands together to choose a Dharma name, and said humbly: "Amitabha, it's not in the way. If you have any troubles, just don't mention it."
"I actually promised that girl to keep it a secret for her. Master Wanwang will forgive me." The silver-shirted swordsman smiled apologetically and said a little embarrassedly. He didn't want to offend Master Fa Ming. After all, Shaolin is a major martial arts sect, and it is the same name as Wudang.
The Taishan Beidou.
Aunt Shan was eager to know if the masked woman in red was Shangguan Xiaowan. When she saw that the swordsman in silver still refused to tell him who the ugly woman was, she became furious and shouted: "Silver
Swordsman in shirt, I tell you again, unless you kill me, if you don't tell who that ugly woman is tonight, you will never leave this place alive."
Nangong Haotian also looked at the Silver Fir Swordsman with a frown. If he really didn't want to say it out loud and had to let him leave here, it wouldn't matter even if he used that move.
The silver-shirted swordsman was already filled with anger. At this time, he stretched out his sword arm and made a clearing stance. As everyone retreated, he looked at Aunt Shan and said angrily: "As long as you defeat the sword in my hand, I will tell you
you."
Aunt Shan couldn't help but stare angrily, suppressing the anger in her heart, waiting for the moment when Nangong Haotian killed him. Thinking about it, he felt very excited, and he wished he could see the body of the Yinshan Swordsman fall in front of him right away.
"The battle between us is not over yet. If you want to defeat Aunt Shan, you must defeat me first!" Nangong Haotian took half a step forward. If these people hadn't been procrastinating and lazily, the battle might have been over. It was really
Too much nonsense.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!" Although the silver-shirted swordsman shouted loudly and powerfully, he was already wary of Nangong Haotian in his heart. He shouted loudly, gathered his strength and swung his sword with concentration to attack.
When Master Faming saw Yinshan Swordsman's sword style, he shouted anxiously: "Limited to fifty moves!"
"Fifty moves are fifty moves, but to kill you Silver Fir Swordsman, one move is enough!" Nangong Haotian murmured in his heart, and the movements in his hand were not slow. The Netherworld Dragon Slayer Sword danced a sword flower and came forward.
There was a clanking sound made by two swords striking each other.
The Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Silver Fir Swordsman's sword have different attributes. Every time, a lot of mist will be generated, covering the battle in the field, and even the figures can't be seen.
Just listen to the roar of the dragon, the buzzing sound, the flames flying, the silver blossoms shooting out, carrying the slightest sword whistling and strong wind, the surrounding fog sometimes turns into a silver snake, sometimes into a fire dragon.
Master Faming on the side bowed his upper body slightly, holding a Zen staff across his hand. He watched the flash of sword light with keen eyes. He was silently planning the moves for the two people fighting in the field. When the fifty moves arrived, he would
Will take action to stop the fight between the two.
Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan were secretly anxious and sweat dripped from their temples.
They knew that the person Nangong Haotian was fighting against was not an ordinary person, but the first master of swordsmanship in the martial arts world nowadays. If he were not careful, he would be immediately covered in blood. It was a pity that they could not see the scene, otherwise it would definitely be...
A great battle.
There were nearly two hundred monks, Taoists and laymen around. Although they saw Master Faming, Taoist Master Jingde and others retreating, they moved forward in order to see more clearly.
At this time, everyone held their breath and stared at the arena intently, because they were afraid that in the blink of an eye, they would miss the strange move of a bloody light bursting and the head falling to the ground.
The figure flew around and the moves were delivered like lightning!!!
Nangong Haotian's cold eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he was able to dodge the sword in the hands of the Yinshan Swordsman at the smallest distance every time, and at the same time hit him with the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword in an extremely weird direction.
The silver fir swordsman wanted to vomit blood. This feeling of missing a hit made him uncomfortable, but he had no other choice. He began to hope that the fifty moves would be over soon, so that he would no longer be like this.
"Ding ding ding——" Nangong Haotian used a few more tricky moves, almost injuring the Silver Fir Swordsman. However, the Silver Fir Swordsman's name was not in vain, and he was able to save the day every time.
"Hmph!" Nangong Haotian snorted coldly, and with a sword flower in his hand, the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword, with a flick of his wrist and a flick of the sword, actually hit the wrist of the silver fir swordsman.
"Drink——" The silver fir swordsman shouted angrily, turned sideways, leaned slightly with the silver sword in his hand, and went straight to the tip of the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword.
"Ding——" When the two swords met, time, space, and breathing all stopped at this moment. The surrounding fog was forced to disperse by the momentum of the sword, revealing Nangong Haotian and Yin Shan Swordsman standing still.
.
Everyone only heard a soft sound, and then the two people stood still. They were a little confused for a moment. What on earth was going on? Is there a winner? I could hear their breathing.
Suddenly I saw Master Faming paying attention in the field, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted: "The fifty moves have arrived."
When Master Faming shouted this, the atmosphere was suddenly destroyed. Nangong Haotian glanced at the starry eyes, snorted coldly, stretched out the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, and the power of chaos rushed out, hitting the silver fir swordsman along the blade.
.
"Let go!" Yinshan Swordsman shouted angrily, and at the same time, the powerful zhenqi flowing through his body surged forward, and the sword moves between the two turned into a competition of internal strength.