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- Chapter 255 Bet
Xiao Yuesheng glanced towards the steps. This man was condescending, his handsome face was kind, and he didn't seem to be hostile at all.
He sneered in his heart and glanced around. There seemed to be only one person in this empty hall, but there were dozens of masters lurking in ambush.
Jiang Nanyun has profound skills, and she also noticed the ambushing masters. She looked at her master with a hint of surprise in her bright eyes. She did not expect that there were so many masters in the East China Sea Sect.
It seems that the strength of Donghai Sect is not inferior to that of Songshan Sect. With so many masters sitting in charge, no wonder they dare to mess with themselves.
"I'm being presumptuous here. Master Wang Fan should not be offended." Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and said gently, without showing any hostility.
"In any case, if Master Xiao can come, it's not too late for our sect to welcome him!" Fan Xutong, the head of the Donghai Sect, laughed and walked down the steps to greet him.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and sat down on the chair next to him. Jiang Nanyun stood close behind him, blinking his bright eyes and looking at Fan Xutong with a smile.
A young disciple brought the tea cup, lowered his eyebrows, put down the tea cup, and stepped back, appearing respectful and polite.
"For someone as noble as Xiao Daxia to be able to come to this humble residence, he must have something to teach him. There's no harm in speaking up!" Fan Xutong stroked his beautiful beard and said with a slight smile.
There was a sense of arrogance in his tone. It was obvious that he was speaking politely, but in his heart he did not take Xiao Yuesheng seriously.
Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s expression remained unchanged, he just took a sip of hot tea and smiled faintly.
Jiang Nanyun put down the tea cup and said with a sweet smile: "Master Fan, our visit this time has opened our eyes. No wonder the Fan family in Donghai is famous all over the world. There is indeed something special about it."
"Haha, Gang Leader Jiang is ridiculous. Compared to the Qingping Gang, the small Donghai Sect is nothing!" Fan Xutong chuckled, stroking his beard, but there was a look of pride in his eyes.
Jiangnan Yun smiled sweetly. Although she was covered with white gauze, it could not hide her beautiful face. Even like Fan Xutong, she couldn't help but feel a little moved.
The two of them exchanged some polite compliments. Jiang Nanyun suddenly got angry, smiled sweetly, and said: "A while ago, my uncle Pan was assassinated. He was seriously injured and almost lost his life. This made my master extremely angry!"
"Uncle Pan?" Fan Xutong put down the tea cup and looked startled.
"The leader of the Changsha Gang is my uncle." Jiang Nanyun's bright eyes stared at him with a smile on his face, and said eloquently.
"I see, I am so ignorant!" Fan Xutong was stunned, nodded and said: "Changsha Gang is one of the three major gangs in Lin'an City. I didn't expect that Gang Leader Pan turned out to be Gang Leader Jiang's uncle. It's really disrespectful, disrespectful!"
Jiangnan Yunming stared at him closely, trying to see whether what he said was true or false, but this Fan Xutong had a calm expression. Although he was joking, his eyes were always calm without any fluctuation.
This is a difficult guy to deal with, Jiang Nanyun came to this conclusion in his heart, but he felt excited and eager to try.
She is now so skilled in martial arts that she has few opponents. When she is hostile to others, she can knock them down easily. At the beginning, she was very excited, but as time went on, she became boring and lost interest.
"Master Fan, your East China Sea sect has never been in contact with the Central Plains martial arts. The swordsmanship of the East China Sea sect is mysterious and unpredictable in the eyes of the Central Plains martial arts." Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, his smile became even brighter, and his face was as bright as ice and snow.
"Haha, blah blah blah our Donghai Sect is a reclusive sect and has sect rules. Disciples in the sect are not allowed to travel to the Central Plains." Fan Xutong waved his hand and laughed.
"But I don't know when the disciples of the East China Sea Sect will be allowed to enter the Central Plains?" Jiang Nanyun asked curiously.
Although her face was covered by white gauze, her bright eyes seemed to be able to speak. When she saw her eyes, she seemed to see the expression on her jade face clearly.
Fan Xutong thought for a while and said: "Unless someone from the Elders Council allows it, only disciples who have been expelled from the Donghai Sect can enter the Central Plains Martial Arts."
"If the Donghai Sect is expelled, will martial arts be abolished?" Jiang Nanyun asked hurriedly.
Xiao Yuesheng stood aside, silent, as if he didn't exist, drinking tea leisurely, listening to the two people talking, as if the person in charge was Jiang Nanyun.
Fan Xutong¡¯s expression darkened, and he said slowly, with a serious look on his face: ¡°If the Donghai Sect is expelled, the martial arts of the East China Sea Sect will be abolished, and the sword will be withdrawn.
He is handsome and handsome, with an elegant demeanor, but his downcast face is majestic and heavy, with an overwhelming pressure, which is the demeanor formed by someone who has been in a position of power for a long time.
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Nanyun nodded and smiled sweetly: "No wonder, no wonder! "
"Why, what can Gang Leader Jiang have to say?" Fan Xutong asked slowly with a calm face. Gradually, his face recovered and he smiled a little.
"The person who assassinated Master Pan used the swordsmanship of the Donghai Sect. It seems that he was an expelled disciple of the Donghai Sect?" Jiang Nanyun's smile was light and windy, erratic.
"What?!" Fan Xutong's expression suddenly changed, his sword eyebrows raised, and he said in a deep voice: "The martial arts of the East China Sea School?!"
Jiang Nanyun¡¯s smile became even fainter, half-smiling but not smiling, and said: ¡°Although the swordsmanship of the East China Sea School is mysterious and unpredictable, it is also very unique and cannot be imitated by outsiders.¡±
"Not bad!" Fan Xutong nodded confidently.
The martial arts of the Donghai School are controlled by the Donghai School's unique mental method. The different mental methods are used to control the Donghai School's sword moves. The sword marks left by the Donghai School are completely different from those of the Donghai School and are difficult to imitate.
"Uncle Pan's sword wound was indeed left by the East China Sea Sword Sect. Master and I came here today just to ask who it could be." Jiangnan Yunming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he stared at Fan Xutong, and his smile disappeared. not see.
Fan Xutong immediately frowned, showing a look of embarrassment.
"Why, Master Fan, can't you detect it?" Jiangnan Yundai frowned slightly and asked lightly.
Fan Xutong shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I, the Donghai Sect, have always expelled many disciples from the sect. Even if they are investigated, I'm afraid it will be of no use."
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Jiang Nan Yunming¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was long, melodious, and indescribably sultry.
But Fan Xutong never felt this way. He only felt a cold air rising from his back, rushing straight into the jade pillow and reaching Baihui.
With awe in his heart, Fan Xutong never thought that this Jiang Nanyun was so powerful and could make him feel chilled just by his momentum.
For a moment, the hall became quiet, and the drop of a needle could be heard. Jiang Nanyun smiled slightly, and the breathing of the masters ambushing around him became clearer.
Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly and drank tea, seemingly not caring about anything but drinking tea, with warm eyes and a calm and leisurely look.
Jiang Nanyun didn't speak, and the waves were flowing in his bright eyes, as if the clear lake water was being stirred by the breeze. Fan Xutong also closed his mouth and said nothing, just drinking tea, as silent as a horse.
After a while, Jiang Nanyun raised his head and saw that Fan Xutong had no intention of speaking. He was annoyed in his heart, but he pursed his lips and smiled and said calmly: "Master Fan, the swordsmanship of the East China Sea is unique and outstanding. This little girl has been famous for a long time, but she has never been able to see her. We¡¯re here today, why don¡¯t we learn from each other?!¡±
Fan Xutong narrowed his eyes, like two sharp blades, staring at Jiang Nanyun, as if he wanted to see into her heart.
He thought in his heart, it seems that Jiang Nanyun finally got the idea and showed his claws, huh, he wants to run wild here in the East China Sea Sect, but he doesn't even look at the place!
He was angry in his heart and stopped being polite. He raised his head and smiled lightly and said: "The martial arts of Gang Leader Jiang have been well-known among me for a long time. I have never been able to see it in person. I deeply regret it. Today coincides with the meeting. It would be great to be able to compare with each other!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and said with a smile: "Please¡ª¡ª, let's go to the back!"
He stood up, strode away from the chair on the steps, stepped down, left the hall, and came outside.
Jiangnan Yunming narrowed his eyes and glanced at the master. Seeing that he was smiling but not smiling, he felt confident and got up and followed him out.
They walked out and came to a small square behind the building.
The location of this small square is quite secretive. You can see it clearly from upstairs, but you can't see it from other places around it.
When they arrived, there were six or seven people practicing Kung Fu on the field, mostly people in their forties or fifties, and two gray-haired old men.
When these people are practicing, their movements are slow, unlike those below who are vigorous and vigorous, with restrained energy. They look slow and leisurely, without any power, which is despising.
Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun were not like this. They looked at these people and could hear their breathing, long and even breathing. It was obvious that they had deep internal strength and exquisite martial arts.
Seeing Fan Xutong and Xiao Yuesheng approaching, they all stopped and looked here.
"Master, these two look very lively!" A gray-haired old man came over, looked at Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun, and said with a smile.
He is so thin that it looks like a strong wind can blow him away. He has a clear face and a certain air of immortality. Standing there, he has a majestic air, as steady as a pine and as standing as a bell.
Fan Xutong said respectfully: "Third uncle, this is the Jinghong Yijian Master Xiao Daxia, and this one is Gang Leader Jiang, Daxia Xiao's disciple!"
"A shocking sword?!" The old man was stunned and started to strike more carefully.Xiao Yuesheng's slender eyes were slightly narrowed, shining with wisdom.
"So it turns out that you are the one who shocked the world with your sword? You are really young" The old man stroked his beard and smiled, clasped his fists, and said with a smile to Xiao Yuesheng: "Haha, I am so lucky to be able to see such an outstanding person in person!"
"You're welcome, sir." Xiao Yuesheng returned the greeting with clasped fists, smiled slightly, nodded and said, "It's a waste of fame, it's not worth mentioning!"
The two were polite, and the old man turned around and asked Fan Xutong: "Master, why are you bringing two distinguished guests here?"
"Third uncle, Gang Leader Jiang wants to discuss things with me." Fan Xutong smiled bitterly, glanced at Jiang Nanyun, shook his head and sighed: "I am really worried that I will lose the face of our Donghai Sect."
"Well, I have also heard about Gang Leader Jiang's martial arts, and they are extremely powerful" The old man nodded, his clear eyes wandering back and forth on Jiang Nanyun.
"My father-in-law gave me the award, but my little girl's martial arts skills are not as good as those of my master. I'm really ashamed!" Jiang Nanyun smiled sweetly and pursed her lips.
"Oh¡ª¡ª?!" The old man opened his eyes and chuckled: "So, old man, I am a little bit itchy."
He turned to Xiao Yuesheng and said, "Master Xiao, how about we fight?"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "Let's wait and see what Nanyun and the others do."
Although he smiled, he refused without politeness. Although the old man had profound skills, in front of him, he was like a child to an adult, with no ability to fight back.
"Haha, it seems that this old man is not worthy of taking action against Xiao Daxia?!" The old man stroked his beard and smiled, but he looked unconcerned.
"Master Fan, come on, come on, I can't wait any longer!" Jiang Nanyun said softly, relieving the master. He knew that the master was concerned about his age and was embarrassed to speak too stiffly.
"Okay, please¡ª¡ª!" Fan Xutong nodded, took two steps forward, came to the field, pressed his hand on the sword, and slowly pulled it out.
Jiang Nanyun waved his hand and said with a sweet smile: "Master Fan, just this kind of competition is too boring. How about adding a little more bets?"
"I wonder what Gang Leader Jiang has in mind?!" Fan Xutong nodded and asked.
?????????? But he was secretly wary that those who come are not good and those who are good will not come. When Jiang Nanyun and Xiao Yihan came to the Donghai Sect, they actually came to ask questions, but they did not directly break their faces.
"If this little girl is lucky enough to succeed in one and a half moves, the Donghai Sect will have to find the murderer of my uncle Pan." Jiangnan Yun said with a smile.
"This" Fan Xutong frowned, looking embarrassed.
"What, is it possible that Master Fan thinks he can't beat me?" Jiangnan Yun asked with a smile, her eyes as bright as water, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
Even though Fan Xutong was determined, he couldn't help but feel upset when he was caught by her watery gaze, and hummed: "You'll know the difference only after you've seen it!"
"It's a waste of time, I won't do it!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and said with a smile, showing a bit of arrogance, which was even more touching.
"Okay! I promise!" Fan Xutong gritted his teeth and nodded slowly.
"Master!" The old man frowned, shouted softly, swayed, came to Fan Xutong, and whispered: "Master, how can you agree to this?!"
"Don't worry, Third Uncle, how can I not be able to defeat a mere Jiangnan Yun?!" Fan Xutong shook his head and smiled, saying proudly.
The words of the two people fell into the ears of master and disciple Xiao Yuesheng. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They did not expect Fan Xutong to be so confident.
The old man pulled Fan Xutong aside and walked to the side. Xiao Yuesheng was already dozens of feet away. At the other end of the square, it was estimated that the two of them could not hear him, so he whispered: "Master, if you do this, wouldn't you be beaten?" Zhao, do we know the person who assassinated Pan Hou?!"
"They have no clue. Even if they make a wild guess, there's nothing we can do about it!" Fan Xutong shook his head, smiled, and said disapprovingly.
"What if they don't need a handle and act unscrupulously?" The old man stamped his feet and sighed, and shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Third uncle, don't worry. If she really wins, we will keep them!" Fan Xutong smiled coldly, turned to glance at Xiao Yuesheng and the two, and said lightly: "Xiao Yihan's swordsmanship must be unparalleled. ."
"Well, that's it, I'm relieved." The old man nodded slowly, with a gleam in his eyes that was cold and cold.
The voices of the two people's conversation reached the ears of master and disciple Xiao Yuesheng without missing a beat. They looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Master, it's true that people can't be judged by their appearance!" Jiang Nanyun said in a low voice, using the technique of transmitting sound into secrets. He could only see her lips moving slightly, but her voice could not be heard. in the ears.
"Then you don't have to be polite."??. "Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly and said warmly using the art of transmitting sounds into secrets: "It seems that the Donghai Sect is indeed not a good place! "
"Understood!" Jiang Nanyun nodded heavily and said softly.
Over there, Fan Xutong finished talking to the old man, walked over, clasped his fists and said: "If I lose, I will naturally gather the power of the East China Sea Sect to find the murderer of Gang Leader Pan!"
"Okay, that's the best!" Jiangnan Yunran smiled, took two steps forward, approached Fan Xutong, and said with a smile: "Master Fan, it's settled then, please draw your sword!"
Fan Xutong took two steps back and kept a distance from Jiang Nanyun, because he knew that her Qinggong skills were extremely high and he did not dare to get too close. He said in a deep voice: "Please¡ª¡ª!"
As he spoke, the long sword was slowly unsheathed. The cold light, like flowing light, slowly spread across his chest. He said in a deep voice: "Gang Leader Jiang, look at the sword!"
After saying that, a sword suddenly thrust out, as fast as lightning, and the angle was very weird, which made people look extremely awkward. It seemed that the sword should not be drawn from here.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and smiled, looking at the lightning-like sword, he didn't panic until the tip of the sword reached in front of him, then he raised the hilt and the sword body. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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