Seeing that the old man in blue shirt had no plait girl, he quickly continued: "It is said that this man is unfathomable in martial arts. If the weapon spectrum is rearranged, he will be in the third place. I wonder if it is?"
The old man in blue took a long cigarette and immediately said, "You must have heard of the famous hide the sword Villa."
Braided girl nodded and said, "hide the sword Villa has become increasingly prosperous since the generation of the owner, the Tibetan Dragon Old Man. In recent years, there is a faint trend of catching up with Shaolin, Wudang and other sects."
The old man in blue sighed and said slowly, "Yes, the limelight of hide the sword Villa is really high in recent years, and the kung fu of the master in hide the sword Villa is really hard enough, but even so, although hide the sword Villa was still there seven days ago, it is no longer there."
At this time, the braided girl was puzzled and asked, "What is there but not there?"
The old man in blue replied, "Because the villa is still dead, now hide the sword Villa has turned to death. Fortunately, 527 experts from hide the sword Villa’s Shaozhuang Master You Longsheng Villa are lucky that Zhang Ping’s martial arts are not high. How can he do this?"
The braided girl then asked doubtfully, "Then where is this purple blood demon road Zhang Ping now?"
The old man in blue shook his head and said, "Since Zhang Ping appeared in hide the sword Villa seven days ago, he seems to have vanished from people, and there is no news of him in the Jianghu."
The braided girl muttered at this time and continued: "It turned out that there was no truth at all after talking for a long time!"
The old man in blue shook his head and said, "Why not? It won’t be long before this purple blood demon road will definitely return to the rivers and lakes. "
At this time, the braided girl asked again: "How can you know this? You’re not that purple blood diabolism. "
At this time, the old man in blue snapped his cigarette and said proudly, "Although I am not a purple blood demon, I know someone who can make the purple blood demon appear."
"What person?" Braided girl asked.
The old man in blue squinted, drank a glass of wine and smoked a cigarette before slowly saying, "Have you ever heard of the name Li Xunhuan?"
Braided girl laughed. "Of course I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it the famous Xiao Li who is generous in aiding needy people?"
The old man in blue nodded and said, "Good."
Braided girl added, "I heard that Xiao Li’s flying knife case is not false. Up to now, no one has been able to escape this sentence. I wonder if it is true or not?"
The old man in blue said, "I don’t know that everyone who has seen Li Xunhuan flying knives has died, but now the situation in Li Xunhuan is not good …"
Braided girl asked at this time: "What’s wrong?"
At this time, the old man in blue said, "When Zhang Ping, a demon with purple blood, left the golden silk armor for the first time when he left Xingyun Village, Zhao Zhengyi suddenly got sores and festers all over his body after twelve hours. Even Mr. Mei Er, the seven wonderful people, was helpless. It can be seen that the golden silk armor was extremely toxic when it was quenched and touched."
The braided girl added at this time: "What does all this have to do with Li Xunhuan?"
The old man in blue said slowly: "This purple blood demon road Zhang Ping mysteriously appeared in the Jianghu, but Li Xunhuan didn’t have a friend. He left a rooster outside the gate of hide the sword Mountain Villa after killing the quartet in hide the sword Mountain Villa, which obviously deterred everyone, and everything he came to was very mysterious. Therefore, people in the Jianghu speculated that the purple blood demon road might be a plum blossom thief and Li Xunhuan plum blossom thief was naturally under strict supervision."
Braided girl frowned and said, "What can a rooster scare?"
The old man in blue said with a smile, "Haha, this is called killing a chicken to show the monkey, but the purple blood demon road didn’t expect that it was all work and anger. What would the purple blood demon road do?" Can many experts in Xingyun Villa resist the revenge of Purple Blood Demon Road? If you want to know the funeral, please listen to the decomposition. "
Accompanied by people’s dissatisfaction with the abuse and shouting, Ye and Sun are poised and slowly pack up their things and leave, as if they had just said it was an anecdote rather than ups and downs in the Jianghu.
It has snowed for many days, but today it finally has sunshine, but the sunshine doesn’t shine into this room. Li Xunhuan is not disappointed, because he already knows that there are many places in the world where the sunshine will never be seen, and he is used to disappointment for a long time.
He doesn’t know what Tianqi and Zhao Zhengyi are going to do to him. He doesn’t even bother to think about it. Now Tianqi has taken Shaolin Temple monks to see Qin Xiaoyi’s father, but he has imprisoned him in this damp woodshed. Long Xiaoyun actually didn’t say anything for him.
Li Xunhuan didn’t blame him either.
Long Xiaoyun has his difficulties, too. He has taken root.
Now Li Xunhuan hopes that Zhang Pingmo will come to save him again, because he has found that although Zhang Ping is too good to be a good friend, there are always two ways for Zhang Ping to solve problems: killing and dying.
The ground was very wet, and Li Xunhuan kept coughing. He hoped to have a glass of wine, but at the moment even a glass of wine has become an unattainable expectation. If it were changed, others would be afraid of it and could not help crying.
But Li Xunhuan smiled. He thought things were really interesting. This place belongs to him. Everything belongs to him. Now he is being treated as a thief, being in the woodshed like a dog. Who would have thought that?
The door suddenly opened. Can’t Zhao Zhengyi wait even a moment to kill him now? But Li Xunhuan immediately knew that it wasn’t Zhao Zhengyi-he smelled a bouquet of wine and then saw a glass of wine in one hand reaching in from the crack of the door. This hand was very small and his wrist showed a red sleeve. Li Xunhuan said, "Xiao Yun, is that you?"
The glass shrank back, and Hong Haier came in smiling, holding the glass in his hands and sniffing it with a smile. "I know you must really want to drink now, don’t you?"
Li Xunhuan smiled, but he didn’t come to answer at this time. Suddenly, a pair of eyes stared at the distance of the room and burst into a complicated look. Then he shook his head and said to himself, "Here he comes …" To be continued.
Chapter two hundred and forty Contemporary first swordsman
Once Liyuan, now Xingyunzhuang, after a gust of wind leaves in the afternoon, whirled outside the scarlet gate.
Since Long Xiaoyun entered Xingyunzhuang, this manor has never flourished like today. In the afternoon hall, an ancient monk with a strange face and a swordsman with a cold face in white sat in the first place.
The landlord in Long Xiaoyun sat on the side of the two men, and then in turn sat several Jianghu figures such as Gongsun Moyun and Tianqi, the old monks of Shaolin Temple.
At this time, the old monk said slowly, "It’s a shame that the old woman and several younger brothers have discussed many methods in recent days, but they are still familiar with the strategy."
At this time, Long Xiaoyun said: "Master Xinhu has seriously attacked this purple blood demon. It is admirable that the master has come all the way here to take charge of the long-standing plum blossom thief Xiaoyun."
Just then, the cold-faced white swordsman suddenly said, "I’m so fierce and murderous …"
The words sound just fell and all the people in Xingyunzhuang suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable chill in the whole body, and the pores seemed to have exploded.
Master Xin Hu suddenly got up and announced a Buddhist name, then walked out without saying a word, while the rest of the old monks followed suit and walked out.
Xing Yun Zhuang’s charming sunshine can’t warm the cold wind, and the biting cold still pervades this small street.
Master Xin Hu and others just walked out of the purlin when they saw two scarlet doors and several pieces flew in.
A purple figure in the dust slowly came in, step by step slowly and firmly.
At this time, Master Xinhu said, "The benefactor of Amitabha is so murderous."
At this time, Zhang Ping smiled coldly and said with an expression: "It seems that seeing the chicken in hide the sword Mountain Villa when it was still time didn’t bring enough warning to you monkeys. Cut the crap and who was the first to come and die."
At this time, the white swordsman suddenly said coldly to Zhang Ping, "Did you kill my disciple?"
Zhang Ping glanced at each other at this time and then said, "Tianshan Snow Eagle, since you are known as the first sword in contemporary times, you must have some accomplishments in swordsmanship. You Longsheng was really killed by me. If you want revenge, just do it."
Snow Eagle said slowly at this time: "Do you know that the ranking of the weapon spectrum would be very different if the old man had stopped shooting?"
Zhang Ping also said slowly at this time: "Do you know that the weapon score is not to identify the level of martial arts, but to disturb this quiet Wulin?"
Snow Eagle frowned and said, "Are you a swordsman?"
Zhang Ping slightly raised his head and replied, "Yes andno."
Snow Eagle narrowed her eyes and asked, "Where’s your sword?"
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "My heart is a sword. Where is your sword?"
Snow Eagle laughed and said, "The sword is in hand."
Then Snow Eagle suddenly strode towards Zhang Ping, and his steps were not fast. However, every step was able to cross a distance of seven feet, not much and not little. Every step of Snow Eagle seemed to be a lot younger. His spirit, strength and * * seemed to have returned to his youth together, and when the last sword struck, it must be rock-breaking.
At this time, Zhang Pingshen was weird, and there was a burst of barking like a toad. Then Zhang Pingshen’s hands and face skin became more and more white and miserable. At this time, the cold wind had been blocked by the tall courtyard wall, but Zhang Pingshen’s robes kept hunting like the wind automatically.
The distance is not much, not little, not little, and the original momentum is terrible. At this time, they suddenly became quiet as if they were two most ordinary people.
Quiet silence
A naughty cold wind bypassed the courtyard wall and sneaked in with joy, rolling up a dust and a few fallen leaves.
"Hey …"
The sword has come out before the man arrives