Chaos Star was unreasonable, so Que Shaofan laughed at himself, picked up his bamboo stick, and struck him in the head. Anyone who could be so arrogant here was not a fool. He Buping raised his knife to block, and fought equally well with him.
The Yanyue Sword in He Buping's hand is imitated from the acquired sacred treasure of Dingtian Palace - the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Que Shaofan's eyes were fixed, "It is said that Ding Tianzun once wielded the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and the Spring and Autumn Swordsmanship, which are peerless. I wonder how much you descendants have learned."
He Buping was furious. When the Dingtian Palace was destroyed, all the disciples who inherited the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique were dead, and countless treasures were missing. The surviving disciples only created a martial art that looked like a god based on their memories. He was not
Are you making fun of yourself?!
"Die!" Thousands of swords swirled away with the force of a tornado and the surrounding stalls and buildings were torn apart. Que Shaofan curled his lips and held out the bamboo stick in his hand, easily breaking up the terrifying offensive.
He Buping was horrified, and he slashed across the shoulder and back with his winning hand, bringing the majestic momentum of this sword technique to the extreme.
However, Que Shaofan looked slender and looked like a wandering man, but he was really a ruthless and cruel master. She used a bamboo stick to overwhelm the mountains and pushed He Buping's momentum to the limit.
Arrived in the cracks in the ground.
Within a few moves, He Buping's heart went cold. His sword technique was originally about quick cuts, suppressing and killing the opponent with absolute momentum and power, but now the situation was completely reversed!
Que Shaofan saw a trace of cowardice in him, and swept the bamboo stick across the air. The sound of breaking through the air was intercepted by the Yanyue knife. He retreated, threw his shoulders, crossed his back, and chopped!
At first glance, He Buping seemed familiar with his moves, and his body had already automatically blocked with the knife in both hands, but he didn't expect that the force coming from the bamboo stick was dozens of times greater than before. His arms sank, and he stabilized the general's lower body.
Que Shaofan's offensive wasn't over yet. He picked up the opponent's weapon with a flick of his bamboo stick, then swept it across, directly smashing He Buping into the restaurant on the street, causing the diners inside to run out in shock.
He Buping had several ribs broken by the blow, but the blood was also drawn out. With a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he sucked the Yanyue knife back into his hand.
He was aroused to death, and Que Shaofan was not one who knew how to hit the spot, "If you lose, just lie down!"
The bamboo stick danced with flowers and knocked the person back to the ground.
"I won't lose!" He Buping became determined, jumped up, and wielded the moon sword like a tiger.
With the outcome already clear, Zhan Changfeng gradually shifted his gaze to the surrounding onlookers, then withdrew his gaze after a while, looking for someone to really look for the needle in the haystack.
However, after having been around for so long, she also knew that the brokers in the inn were indeed strong in buying and selling news, but sometimes they could also deceive people. Generally speaking, she could try to find some breakthroughs from them.
"Fellow Taoist." A fat, white, bearded monk suddenly approached her and whispered, "Can you come to the side to talk?"
Zhan Changfeng paused slightly and walked into the deserted alley on the side, "What do you want?"
"X, Cheng You, to be honest, X has been paying attention to fellow Taoist for a long time and is very convinced of his strength." Cheng You observed Zhan Changfeng's expression and saw that she didn't say much, so he continued, "I
I am forming a team with three others to explore treasures in an ancient tomb that has not yet been discovered, and I want Taoist friends to join me."
"I won't touch the tomb." Zhan Changfeng replied and left, but was stopped by Cheng again. Cheng didn't care whether she was making excuses or really tabooed the tomb, and said quickly, "fellow Taoist, think about it again. Strictly speaking, it's
It's not a tomb, it's similar to a heritage site left over from ancient times. It exists only for talent selection. I won't reveal more. If you are interested, go to a new block at noon tomorrow. There is a crooked neck tree in front of the door.
Let’s discuss it in detail in detail.”
"We are all Spirit Seal cultivators, and the few people who are already in the Ghost Exploration Team are also famous. You come to understand the situation first, and we will discuss whether it can be done or not."
Cheng Youqun finished speaking, and without waiting for her to reply, he handed her over and left.
He disappeared into the crowd and appeared in a private room of a restaurant a moment later. There was an old man with disheveled hair and rags. He was chewing on a big cake and wearing a pink coat made of peach blossoms. He was smoking a dry cigarette.
"At least the message has been delivered. It's up to them whether they come or not." He drank a bottle of water, his white belly burst out of his clothes, and he slumped comfortably in the chair, "Just to be on the safe side.
, let’s find another person, that one is also good at juggling bamboo sticks.”
An ethereal and charming voice came from the side of White Bones, "Zhang Wu went to make contact."
"That's good, it saves me running around."
Zhan Changfeng's consciousness followed him to the restaurant without leaving a trace, but was blocked by a special ban on the private room.
She twirled the moon god on her finger, turned around and transformed into a certain spiritual seal monk, and entered the inn.
"Zou Zhou, come over and have a chat."
Zou Zoumeng heard a strange monk calling his name and thought he was introduced by an acquaintance, so he followed her aside obediently.
"I just got news from a friend that one of my enemies has also come in in the past two years. I want you to help me find him. Can you do it?"
"Do you have a name or portrait?"
"He wields a sword and his name is Zhao Xuan, but we don't rule out the possibility that he could change his name and look like someone else."
"that's all?"
"that's all."
Zou Porridge made a bitter face, "Brother, you are too abstract."
"Have you left any portraits of every spiritual seal monk who enters this place?"
"If so, how could we keep that kind of thing? Let's do this, brother, I'll work hard and find it first, but the price..."
"It's easy to discuss." Zhan Changfeng threw him a storage bag, "This is the deposit. If you find it, I will double it. If you really can't find it, please help me give the information of all the new monks in the past two years.
I."
Zou Zou’s eyes were round, and he seemed to be a knowledgeable person. He even knew that they had recorded everyone’s portraits, but this could not be admitted, and he tacitly said, “It will take a month at most, and I won’t be able to find him.”
I will give you an answer, and you can come back to me in a month."
"Okay, it's up to you."
Zhan Changfeng expected that he would not bear fruit for himself so quickly, so he went to the Crooked Neck Tree at noon the next day. There was a vermilion door next to it, and it seemed to have sensed her arrival and opened it on its own.
"Hahaha, Fellow Taoist is here, let's talk in the house." Cheng You stood in the yard and led her into the house, "Let me introduce to you, this is the bone girl Yu Shu, the one who looks like picking up rags
It’s the crazy old man.”
The crazy old man was still munching on the pancake.
Baigu called Yu Shu and blew out a circle of smoke, "Nice to meet you."
Zhan Changfeng nodded in greeting, and Cheng interrupted cheerfully, "Fellow Taoist, if you want to give your real name, just give it your real name. If you want to give a false name, give it a false name. We can just give you the first name."
After all he had said, what else could Zhan Changfeng say? He said expressionlessly, "If you don't mind, you can call me Mr. Feng. I have made a living by teaching others in recent years."
Yu Shu let out a string of ethereal laughter and walked towards Zhan Changfengyi, her peach blossom clothes fluttering as if in a dream, "Sir's lightning skills are very powerful, will he be very fierce when he teaches students~"
Zhan Changfeng gently brushed away the white bone claws that he was about to touch, and said with an elegant smile, "Yes."
"Okay." Yu Shu withdrew her aching slender hand and stopped provoking her. He was able to beat her thousand-year-old bones to pain, and was indifferent to the peach blossom miasma that made people want to die. It was indeed very fierce.
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Cheng asked at the right time, "How are you thinking about it, fellow Taoist? Why don't you sit down and talk in detail?"