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Chapter 678 Who is the sword dancer!

Lao Ma snorted twice and said: "What do you want me to think of people who can send people to carry out assassinations and kidnappings?"

Xire Tsering's face turned blue and red, but in the end he held it back and just smiled and said: "Brother, sometimes you have to do things out of necessity."

Lao Ma didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore and said: "Since everyone has opened up, we won't eat anymore."

As he spoke, he stood up.

If there is no good banquet and no good seats, it is better to go back.

Everyone stood up one after another and prepared to leave the living room.

"Wait!"

Siret Tsering suddenly stopped everyone.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him, wondering what he had to say.

Xire Tsering smiled and said: "I have a friend who arrived yesterday. I heard that your cultivation level is very high and I want to see you."

After hearing Siren Tsering's words, everyone immediately understood what was going on.

It was said to be a dinner treat, but in the end it turned into a Hongmen Banquet.

I don’t know who this sword dancer is.

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Let me just say, this meal cannot be eaten so easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man in black clothes standing at the door of the living room.

This man was in his fifties, with a medium build, a crew cut, wearing black clothes, and a calm face.

He was carrying a satchel and thinking, standing there like an ordinary person.

But the kind of aura he exudes makes many people breathless.

He walked in slowly, walked straight to Yang Xiaobao, and looked him up and down.

Yang Xiaobao also looked at him, with a smile on his lips.

The two people stared at each other for a while, and then the man nodded: "They all say you are very powerful, but I still don't believe it. How powerful can a young man be? Looking at your determination today, I somewhat believe it."

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Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "May I ask your name?"

"Call me Lao Hu. The name is not important to you anyway. After all, you are about to die."

When this guy said this, he still looked calm, as if he was telling an ironclad fact.

Yang Xiaobao chuckled and said, "It's not certain who is about to die."

"You should have seen a few corpses in the cave yesterday, right?" said the old man.

Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, you are the one who seriously injured them and drove them into the cave."

"That was more than ten years ago."

Yang Xiaobao understood what this guy meant by saying this.

His cultivation level was very high more than ten years ago, and it is even higher now.

Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said calmly: "In that case, let's learn from each other."

He doesn't want to chat with this kind of person, so just fight him. Why do you talk so much nonsense?

"Okay, okay, I like this kind of cheerful young man."

Lao Hu turned around and looked at Xire Tsering and asked: "Master Xire, do you have a place to fight here?"

Siret Tsering immediately said: "Then let's go to the place they went to last time."

Last time Yang Xiaobao seriously injured a caterpillar on the mountain platform.

Lao Ma and Siret Tsering fought against each other, and both were injured.

Everyone walked to the platform again this time.

But this time, Yang Xiaobao was fighting alone.

This guy named Lao Hu took out a short sword from his satchel and put the satchel on the ground.

Yang Xiaobao stood there, motionless.

The old Hu looked at Yang Xiaobao and asked curiously: "You have no weapons?"

Yang Xiaobao laughed and said, "We don't need weapons to deal with you."

After hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Lao Hu's face became very ugly.

"Boy, I thought I would show mercy to you later because you were young, but now it seems that you are seeking death!"

As he spoke, he waved the dagger in his hand, and a cold light rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.

Although Yang Xiaobao's face looked calm as before, he was still secretly surprised when he saw him sending out a sword energy in an understatement.

He could feel the pressure brought by this sword energy.

The air around him seemed to be compressed, and his breathing became a little uncomfortable.

Yang Xiaobao is like this, let alone the people standing around the platform watching the battle.

No wonder he is so conceited, it turns out his cultivation level is really high.

Unfortunately, he met Yang Xiaobao.

Yang Xiaobao snorted, made palms with both hands, gathered energy in his hands, and shot out an empty palm.

After this empty palm strike, the sword energy disappeared instantly, and his breathing became smoother again.

Lao Hu's expression changed instantly when he saw that Yang Xiaobao actually broke his own palm with every move he made.

At first, he looked contemptuous of Yang Xiaobao, but now his expression became very serious.

"Boy, I still underestimate you!"

As he spoke, he waved the dagger in his hand a few more times.

Several rays of sword energy rushed towards Yang Xiaobao from several directions.

Yang Xiaobao mobilized the energy in his body and cracked them one by one while dodging.

The two people just fought together.

Although they were standing on both sides of the stage, still ten or twenty meters apart, the danger of this fight was much greater than the last one that took place here.

Many people were sweating from the oppression, and some had to sit on the ground, gasping for air.

Lao Hu kept sending out sword energy with his dagger, and seemed to be on the attacking side.

Yang Xiaobao has been trying to neutralize the opponent and seems to be on the defensive side.

Wei Ermei looked at the scene in the field with a worried look.

Because of the pressure brought by the two of them, she began to feel a little unable to hold on.

Looking at her forehead again, cold sweat began to break out slowly, and her body kept shaking.

Seeing her appearance, Wei Jinming, who was standing next to her, immediately stretched out his hand to support him.

Yang Xiaobao and this old Hu were going back and forth, the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and the air was as turbulent as the tide.

Many people who couldn't hold on anymore retreated as far as they could.

Just when everyone was watching the battle nervously, sweating over their own aspects.

Then they heard a bang.

The turbulent air suddenly became calm.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure on them disappeared instantly.

Looking at the two people in the field, Yang Xiaobao was still standing firmly on the stage, as if he had not been hurt at all.

The old Hu took several steps back, staggered, and fell directly onto the stage.

Siret Tsering and his men were shocked and hurried up to help him up.

But this guy screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face became extremely pale.

"Mr. Hu, are you okay?"

Xire Tsering helped him up and asked with concern.

A trace of despair flashed in Lao Hu's eyes. He shook his head, bit his lips tightly, and struggled to stand up.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Xiaobao snorted.

"How about it? Give up?"

He opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood.
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