Lao Ma snorted twice and said, "What do you want me to think about the person who can send people to assassinate or kidnapping?"
Nishire Tserin's face turned red, but in the end he still held back, just smiled and said, "Senior brother, sometimes, it's a forced one to do things."
Lao Ma didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore and said, "Since everyone is talking, I won't eat it."
He stood up as he said that.
It is better to go back if there is no good banquet or a good banquet.
Everyone stood up one after another and prepared to leave the living room.
"Slow down!"
Xire Tsering suddenly stopped everyone.
Everyone stopped and turned to look at him, not knowing what he had to say.
Xire Tserin smiled and said, "I have a friend who came yesterday. I heard that your cultivation is very high and you want to see it."
When everyone heard what Nire Tserin said, they immediately understood what was going on.
It was said that it was a dinner party, but it turned into a Hongmen Banquet.
I don’t know who the sword dancer is.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I just said that this meal cannot be eaten so easily."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man in black standing at the door of the reception room.
This man is in his fifties, medium figure, flat head, wearing a black dress, and a calm face.
He thought, standing there like an ordinary person with a shoulder bag on his back.
But the aura emitted from him made 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 of them looked at each other for a while before the person nodded: "They all said you are very powerful, but I don't believe it yet. How powerful can a young man be? Today, I believe it a little
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Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "May I ask about your surname?"
"Call me Lao Hu, anyway, the name is very unimportant to you, after all, you are a dying person."
When this guy said this, he still looked calm, as if he was talking about a certain fact.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Who is about to die is not certain."
"You were in the cave yesterday, so you probably saw a few corpses?" said the old Hu.
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 happened more than ten years ago."
Yang Xiaobao understood what this guy meant.
His cultivation level was very high more than ten years ago, but now he is even higher.
Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said lightly: "Since that's the case, let's talk."
He doesn't want to rap with such people, just fight, why do he talk so much nonsense?
"Okay, okay, I just like this kind of refreshing young man."
Lao Hu turned around and looked at Xire Tseren and asked, "Head of Xire family, do you have a place to fight here?"
Niretsiren immediately said, "Then go to the place they were last time."
Last time, Yang Xiaobao was on a platform on the mountain and seriously injured the caterpillar.
Lao Ma and Xire Tsering fought, but both were injured.
Everyone has come to that platform again this time.
But this time it was Yang Xiaobao fighting with the other party alone.
This guy named Lao Hu took out a short sword from his shoulder bag and placed it on the ground.
Yang Xiaobao stood there, motionless.
The old Hu looked at Yang Xiaobao and asked curiously: "Do you don't have weapons?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "You don't need weapons to deal with you."
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Lao Hu's face became very ugly.
"Boy, I want to see you young and show mercy to your men later. Now it seems that you are looking for death!"
As he said that, he waved the short sword in his hand, a cold light rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.
Although Yang Xiaobao's face was calm as before, he was still secretly surprised to see him emit 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.
This is true for Yang Xiaobao, let alone those who stand around the platform to watch the battle.
No wonder he is so conceited. It turns out that his cultivation is really high.
Unfortunately, he met Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, put his hands on his palms, and energy gathered in his hands, and made an empty palm.
After the empty palm was shot out, the sword energy disappeared instantly and the breathing became smoother.
When Lao Hu saw Yang Xiaobao breaking his palm in every move, his face changed instantly.
At first, he looked like he was contemptuous of Yang Xiaobao, but now his expression became very serious.
"Boy, I still underestimate you!"
As he spoke, the dagger in his hand waved several times in a row.
Several sword energy rushed towards Yang Xiaobao from several directions.
Yang Xiaobao mobilized the energy in his body and cracked it one by one while dodging.
The two of them fought together like this.
Although they stood on both sides of the platform, and were still 10 or 20 meters away, the danger of this fight was much bigger than the last time I was held here.
Many people were sweating profusely under the oppression, and some had to sit on the ground and gasp.
Lao Hu has been using his short sword to emit sword energy, as if he is on the side that has been attacking.
Yang Xiaobao has been resolving the other party, and seems to be in a position to defend the side.
Wei Ermei looked at the scene in the scene with a worried look on her face.
Because of the pressure brought by the two, she could not hold on.
Looking at her forehead again, cold sweat began to slowly emerge, and her body kept shaking.
Seeing her appearance, Wei Jinming, who was standing beside her, immediately reached out to support him.
Yang Xiaobao and this old Hu went back and forth, making the sky dark and the air surging like a tide.
Many people who can't hold on, retreat as far as they can.
Just as everyone was watching the battle nervously and was worried about their respective aspects.
They heard a bang.
The turbulent air became calm in an instant.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure on their bodies disappeared in an instant.
Looking at the two people in the field, Yang Xiaobao was still standing steadily on the stage, as if he had not suffered any harm.
And the old Hu took several steps back, his body staggered and fell directly to the stage.
Nire Tsering and his men were both shocked and hurried up to help him up.
But this guy let out a mouthful of blood.
His face turned unusually 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 is it? Give up?"
He opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood. This chapter has been completed!