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- Seeing Zhou Zizhi's struggling expression, Xiao Fengyu's face was calm, but she secretly smiled in her heart, as if she was watching a good show. Although she was gentle and kind, she had the same bad nature as everyone else in Guanlan Villa, and she also liked to watch shows.
"Although I don't dare to claim that this passing sword is invincible, it is comparable to Qingwei Sword or Maple Leaf Sword. Don't refuse, Young Master Zhou!" Seeing the expression on Zhou Zizhi's handsome face constantly changing, Xiaofeng said Added a fire.
As long as you are in the martial arts world, your desire for martial arts is greater than anything else. As long as you have a superb skill, practice successfully, and become famous in the martial arts world, money, beauty, and fame will all follow naturally. Will become a master of people.
Although the Wind Chaser Swordsman is known as one of the four young swordsmen, his real martial arts skills are not top-notch. When he encounters senior masters, he has no choice but to wait for death.
Nowadays, when it comes to swordsmanship in the martial arts world, only Nan Maple Leaf and Bei Qingwei are respected in the world. Ye Zhong, the leader of Maple Leaf Sword Sect, is slightly inferior to Qingwei Divine Sword, but they are so different that they are both unreachable existences in the martial arts world. It is the dream of people in the martial arts world.
Countless people envy their disciples, but the disciples of both sects are carefully selected, and there are only a few who can get through.
" If this passing water sword technique can be similar to the Qingwei Divine Sword, it can be said to be a rare and rare skill in the martial arts world. If you practice it with concentration, you may not be able to stand side by side with the North and South Swords, but you can easily become a first-class master.
For a moment, all kinds of thoughts were tumbling in Zhou Zizhi's mind, and the wonderful future seemed to be right in front of her eyes.
"Young Master Zhou, take it." Xiaofeng saw that his expression was changing, sometimes excited, sometimes determined. After a long time, he was still undecided, so he couldn't help but urge, and the silk book in Yu's hand was handed forward.
Hearing Xiaofeng¡¯s voice as gentle as the sound of nature, Zhou Zizhi, who was having a lot of thoughts, couldn¡¯t help but clear her mind, her handsome face couldn¡¯t help but blush, and she felt deeply regretful for her gaffe.
"Thank you, Mrs. Feng. I deserve it!" Seeing Xiaofeng's smiling bright eyes, Zhou Zizhi felt an inexplicable surge of anger from the bottom of her heart and said this inexplicably.
"Could it be that Young Master Zhou thinks this swordsmanship is clumsy?" Xiaofeng exclaimed, frowning slightly and looking at him with eyes full of autumn water.
Zhou Zizhi shook her head, her hidden arrogance was completely aroused by her, and she felt extremely stuffy in her heart. She couldn't help but smile coldly, and then she felt abrupt again, her heart softened, she regained her expression, and said calmly: "No merit, no merit" Zhou is not worthy of receiving this salary I hope Madam will forgive me if I have disturbed you in the past few days I will take my leave!"
After saying that, Zhou Zizhi performed her always proud Qinggong and disappeared from Xiaofeng's eyes in the blink of an eye, with a resolute look on her face, as if she had made up her mind to never see this fairy Su Xin again.
" Xiaofeng's actions really hurt his heart and tarnished his feelings for her, as if he was coveting her secrets!
" However, his actions did not disappoint Xiaofeng. Being able to resist the temptation of martial arts secrets can be regarded as a person who values ??friendship, which is rare.
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"Rong'er, take a rest!"
The bedroom shrouded in milky white pearls was quiet and warm. Guo Jing, who was half lying on the bed, put down the book in his hand and said to his wife sitting in front of the Xuan desk.
"Brother Jing, how can I have the time to rest?!" Huang Rong, who was wearing a goose-yellow shirt, shook her head and turned around, with a wry smile on her bright face.
A tiny aphthous sore had appeared next to her lips, which were as red as a girl's. Even with the help of the sacred wood sword, her sudden burst of anger was still visible.
"This Guanlan can really keep his composure!" Guo Jing's thick-browed face revealed a wry smile and shook his head.
The white hair on his temples has returned to black. At first glance, he looks no different from Guo Jing more than ten years ago, but the calmness in his eyes and brows is more reassuring.
"Just be afraid, he really stood by and watched this time!" Huang Rong's face was full of worry, she rubbed her brows with her fingers and spoke in a low tone.
"Rong'er, you are confused because you are concerned. Although Guanlan likes to be lazy, he will never do anything to save you He is making you anxious, but don't be fooled by him!" Guo Jing hurriedly waved his hands. Reading, the face with thick eyebrows and big eyes is still relaxed.
"Alas! I, the leader of the gang, am really too shameless to show off to others for what I have done!" Huang Rong sighed with some self-pity. In the past, the Beggar Clan was only supported by Hong Qigong. Apart from the leader, there was no other expert except Huang Rong. Although her martial arts skills are not low, they are far from outstanding, and as a woman, in this society where men are superior to women, she is inherently deficient in prestige.
After Huang Rong took office, although she tried her best to train them, she had no choice but to find that very few of the disciples of the Beggar Clan had good qualifications. Besides, most of those with good qualifications would not join the ranks of beggars and would eventually train them to become masters.?It¡¯s even rarer.
This time, most of the masters from each branch have been transferred up to practice the Eight Ding Formation created by Xiao Yuesheng. Each branch has eight people, which has exhausted the masters of the Beggar Clan, so it is difficult to deal with these sneak attackers.
But the martial arts of today's people, even with the presence of these eight people, is probably of no avail. With such martial arts, it is really impossible to prevent a sneak attack.
This time, all the disciples of the Beggar Clan who are practicing the Eight Ding Formation will be sent back to the Clan. I hope they can use the Eight Ding Formation they have practiced
"Stop thinking nonsense. Even Qi Gong praised you for doing well These people are not strong enemies. They can only succeed for a while. Otherwise, how could they be so sneaky that they dare not see people?!" Guo Jing hurriedly spoke. comfort.
In the past two days, Huang Rong's mood was always in a state of anxiety. The beggars' helplessness made her uneasy. The beggars' stall was too big, the enemies were hidden in the dark, and there were no experts available. It was really difficult. It made her furious.
"Alas! I hope the Eight Ding Formation will not disappoint anyone!" Huang Rong sighed deeply, stood up Yingying, and decided to rest early, recuperate, and come up with a plan to take revenge.
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Huang Rong rested, but the four major branches of the Beggar Clan did not dare to relax at all.
There are not many masters in the Beggar Clan, but if you look at the entire martial arts world, if they were concentrated in the branch, they would not be within the reach of ordinary gangs.
Although there are no top masters or second-rate masters, there are still a few in each branch. They personally act as secret sentries and take turns to be on duty to guard against another sneak attack by people hiding in the dark.
The moon in the sky was mostly covered by a large group of dark clouds, the stars were twinkling, and the entire sky was extremely beautiful. This was a night suitable for sneak attacks and night battles.
Ding Yuanchao, as a four-bag disciple of the Beggar Clan, is already a leader of the younger generation and a brilliant talent of the Beggar Clan. He is fortunate to go to Xiangyang City with the other seven companions on behalf of the Chengdu Branch to practice the mysterious Eight Ding Formation together.
As soon as they had achieved some success in their practice, news came that the Beggar Clan was in trouble and they were asked to return to their respective helms to defend themselves against foreign enemies.
In this cold night, Ding Yuanchao was wearing a thick gray cotton robe, his whole body wrapped tightly, airtight, buried in a pile of weeds, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was dead.
This haystack is located under a large locust tree opposite the Chengdu branch of the Beggar Clan, so it attracts no attention. Ding Yuanchao is lying in the haystack without anyone noticing.
The entrance to the Chengdu branch is located in the southwest corner of Chengdu. From the outside, it looks no different from the neighboring houses. Unless you know the truth, you might not think that this dilapidated house is actually the famous beggar's house. Help steer the ship.
However, the locust tree in front of the door is quite tall, and its branches almost reach into the yard of the branch.
From the outside, it is impossible to see a person buried in the haystack. He is motionless, but in his heart, he is constantly thinking about who this person is and how he wants to make trouble with the Beggar Gang.
He had also heard the legend about his uncle having great supernatural powers and being able to bring people back to life. He was not as suspicious as others after hearing this. In Guo Mansion, he met brothers Sun Qiufeng and Sun Qiuyu, and saw their unfathomable martial arts. , only to realize how shallow I was before.
But these two senior brothers are only the disciples of their uncle. When they mentioned their master, their expressions were as if they were seeing gods, and they sighed that it was beyond the imagination of human beings.
Since my uncle has the ability to resurrect, as a member of the Beggar Clan, he has unprecedented confidence. Even if he dies, if he can be rescued by his uncle, what is there to fear? !
"It's just that the Beggar Gang was bullied to come to the door, but it was unbearable. This tone must be fought back. It's just that these bastards don't come. If they dare to come to the door again, they will never come back!"
While he was thinking wildly, his ears covered in his cotton hat suddenly trembled. His body remained motionless, and all his energy and energy were completely concentrated on his hearing.
The sound of six clothes flying in the night sky was extremely faint. Fortunately, it was a winter night, and there was no interference from the chirping of insects, so Ding Yuanchao, who had excellent hearing, could hear it all.
Ding Yuanchao is born with extraordinary talent, and the more his hearing is than ordinary people, even the helmsman with much deeper internal skills than him will be willing to be inferior.
His right hand hidden in the haystack moved slightly, and he pulled hard on the silk thread wrapped around his finger. A branch of the big locust tree above his head moved quietly.
Two slight "pop" sounds were heard, one in the helm and the other in the house opposite. The sound was slight and would not attract people's attention.
In this moment, the six figures had already arrived in front of the helmsman.
Ding Yuanchao tried his best to relax his whole body, his mind became empty, and his breath became thinner and lighter.Feathers are extremely difficult to detect.
He kept his eyes closed, just using his ears instead of eyes, listening to the movement outside, waiting for the opportunity to start.
"Wait a minute!" A hoarse, dry voice came from the six people standing in front of the gate.
"What's the matter, brother?"
"Something's wrong,it's too quiet!" There was hesitation in the hoarse, dry voice.
"Brother, even if these beggars know about it, are we still afraid of them?" Although the voice was low, it revealed strong self-confidence, almost arrogant.
"Be careful!" The hoarse voice revealed a seriousness that could not be refused.
Immediately, someone bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, threw it in, and there was a crisp "pop" sound, and there was no more movement.
He bent down again, picked up a stone again, and threw it into the courtyard, but there was still no movement.
¡°Look, it¡¯s a false alarm!¡±
"Stop talking nonsense, go in, and fight quickly!" A hoarse voice scolded him, and he floated up, silently climbing over the courtyard wall, and fell into the Beggar Clan's helm.
Then two more people floated up and then fell into the yard. When they landed, the remaining three people flew up again and landed next to them in a clear order to prevent hidden arrows.
¡°Who¡ª¡ª?!¡± A deep voice suddenly sounded. When the six of them had just landed, eight figures sprang out from all directions, and their bodies were like lightning, surrounding the six of them.
Although the moonlight was dim, their skills were still enough to see each other clearly.
These eight figures all have patched cotton robes, but they are all young. Ding Yuanchao is one of them. They are dressed in simple clothes, which cannot conceal their majestic bearing. However, their waists are not covered with lace. Not a dog club, but a long knife.
And the six people who came to attack at night all had their faces covered with black cloth, and only their eyes were shining, like the cold light of a sharp blade.
"I don't know how many of you came here at night. What are you doing?" The disciple who was standing among the eight members of the Beggar Clan asked coldly, with a strong voice. He was the one who just shouted for death.
Although he had already guessed that they were the real masters, he was young, mature and prudent in his actions, so he did not act rashly, but went ahead to find out the purpose of their visit.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that there are still some talents in the beggar's den!" The shortest one among the six people laughed, and his accent was quite strange. When the eight members of the beggar gang heard this, they I know I am not a local person.
"Who are you and why are you here?!" The four-bag disciple of the Beggar Clan who was standing in the leadership position asked steadily without getting angry or anxious.
"Hehe, we are here just to take a few of your lives!" He spoke with an expression that did not take them seriously.
"Do it!" Following a deep shout, the Beggar Clan disciples standing in eight directions suddenly moved to strike first.
"Qiang¡ª¡ª" Amid the roar of the dragon, eight rays of cold light flashed out. The long knives on their waists were all unsheathed, and they pounced directly on the six people who were arrogant and arrogant in their eyes.
Although those six people sounded arrogant and had arrogant eyes, they were all experienced masters. When they saw the actions of these eight people, they knew that this was a formation. Naturally, they could not be allowed to form a formation calmly and show off their physical skills. As fast as lightning, he flew out of the surrounding eight of them.
These eight people did not stop them. The eight cold knives were put together in one place, and with a slight blow, leveraging each other's strength, the Eight Ding Formation was fully activated, and the breath and internal power of the eight people were connected in one place.
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"Formation!" A hoarse and dry voice sounded, and the six masked people suddenly flashed. They did not rush towards the Beggar Clan disciples opposite, but lined up from front to back, with their arms on the vests of the people in front. , connected into one.
Not only the eight people from the Beggar Clan understand the formation, but these six masters also know it. They have keen eyesight and have realized the power of the formation set up by the eight people on the opposite side. Naturally, they do not dare to be careless and use the Lingxi magic skill that they have secretly cultivated. out.
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