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The inn is filled with people coming and going.

Although the Ming King of Dongchu, Jun Zeyu, has been in a good position to govern Tiandong in the past decade, the people of all over the world have gradually returned to their hearts. However, since the attitudes of major forces in the world towards foreign races are not clear and unified, most of them are silent except for Fengxue Yincheng and Jiange.

, which led to ordinary people being frightened by the names of foreign races and staying away from them.

In the territory of Dongchu, there is a faint smell of plants and trees being soldiers.

So when a conflict broke out in the inn, many innocent civilians retreated in a panic for a while.

Liu Shisan reacted very quickly.

In fact, the wine cup fragments and hidden weapon caught wind and shadows with extremely fast speed, which made Liu Shisan, who had the cultivation level of the Miaodao Realm, had to concentrate twelve points of energy to deal with it.

He saw the traces of the fragments flying from it, seemingly there were and there were no traces.

He frowned slightly.

Although he was young and was extremely calm against the enemy, Liu Shisan calculated the time accurately and moved his body sideways. The sharp wine cup was slid across the surface, and embedded it on the wooden pillar behind him with extraordinary accuracy.

penetrating!

The junior sister Song Lingyun looked at Liu Shisan in shock, and then showed worries.

The cheeks felt a little cool, just like the snowflakes slid down the cheeks in the cold winter.

Liu Shisan did not reach out to touch it because he knew it was not snowflakes brushing his face, it was blood overflowing from the blood marks.

He was injured, flesh and blood.

Liu Shisan, who secretly clenched his fists, did not dare to be careless. Judging from the hand just now, the middle-aged scholar who seemed to be kind on the floor was probably because he could have the cultivation level of the soul realm, which was beyond his control.

"Why, don't you dare to fight back?" The middle-aged scholar smiled without hesitation and contemptuously. He drank the wine in the glass and continued, "Who said the academy knife was still there? Where is your knife? That's what Luo Changfeng is like

Teach you to be a turtle?”

Liu Shisan's fists skeletons sounded, and he lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Please take care of my junior sister."

Before the voice fell, he jumped out and took the bamboo knife placed horizontally on the table. Liu Shisan's sword appeared at the star position.

"Tianlan!"

...

The middle-aged scholar once practiced in the Liuzimen of the outer courtyard of the academy. Although the seventeen bright mirror platforms in the inner courtyard were not in the same way, they were no longer the witness of the ranking battle of bright mirror platforms.

He had seen Luo Changfeng's sword technique several times.

The Seventeen-way sword technique is known for its strange body shape and footwork technique, and it is inconvenient to the movement of the star position, which makes people unpredictable. However, for the middle-aged scholar, Liu Shisan's sword Tianlan seems to be inconvenient.

The disciple of Liu's name has no other strengths, but he reads the most. Among the books and classics of various schools and schools, middle-aged scholars prefer astronomy and geography.

Whether it is the movement of the star position or the qi and veins of the spiritual acupoints, he is familiar with the lines and trajectories.

The corner of his mouth showed a slight contempt. The middle-aged scholar easily avoided Liu Shisantianlan's sword as if he was a premonition. He also secretly used his palm strength to push the hollow cup in his hand out of the air.

"Sir, be careful."

Junior sister Song Lingyun urgently reminded her.

"Noisy!"

The middle-aged scholar took another bamboo chopstick and bounced it out. The keen Liu Shisan had a fruitless sword. He tapped Tian Lan with his feet and tapped the table again with force. The second sword Qing Ling turned around and slashed it, and then flew.

The cup that came was cut into flat halves by the sharp knife light.

"Quze!"

Liu Shisan made the third sword.

...

The little monk should have wished to appear in front of Song Lingyun at some time.

The bamboo chopstick, as sharp as a dagger, penetrated into the little monk's chest and stabbed straight in.

The young junior sister Song Lingyun did not have such a life-and-death experience? She saw the bamboo chopsticks piercing the little monk's chest and was overly frightened for a moment.

She came to her senses and quickly helped the little monk sit down.

"Little monk, how are you?"

"Sit down quickly."

I wish to sweat coldly.

He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo chopstick, and his heart, which was hanging in his throat, finally calmed down a little.

He held the bag and blocked Song Lingyun's body. There was a bowl of vegetarian food and alms in the bag. The bamboo chopstick just pierced the bowl and stopped.

He moved his bag away from his arms and saw a hole in the Buddha's clothes on his chest.

He looked at Song Lingyun for a lifetime, and then smiled slightly.

...

Liu Shisan used seven blows in a row.

Seven swords were fruitless.

He couldn't help but think deeply.

In terms of cultivation level, he felt that he was not as good as the middle-aged scholar. However, the thirteen sword techniques he had learned were strange and unpredictable, and there were few opponents among his contemporaries, but why could this person see the angle and direction of each sword he used to shoot? It seemed to be in him

Before taking the knife, there is a way to deal with the convenience!

Liu Shisan's thoughts and enlightenment.

This middle-aged scholar is a student of the academy, and it is not uncommon for him to have seen his master use a knife.

With a sudden inspiration, Liu Shisan slashed out the eighth slash.

"Yaoguang."

Cut down with one knife.

As expected, the middle-aged scholar still cleverly avoided with contempt. What is surprising is that the contempt on the middle-aged scholar's face turned gloomy when Liu Shisan fell to his sword.

Because he suddenly realized that the direction he was dodging was at the point where the knife fell.

Liu Shisan fell.

A blue sword light swept across his crown and hat, and the middle-aged scholar fell into his crown and his hair danced randomly.

He staggered back a few steps with his hair loose, his eyes staring at Liu Shisan with a vicious look.

He had obviously dodged.

He clearly remembered the line between the movement of the star position and the qi veins of the spiritual acupoints in his heart.

But why are you still being stabbed?

The middle-aged scholar suddenly realized.

This knife is not Yaoguang! It is Fengfu!

"I know that the realm of the soul is extraordinary. It turns out that I am a nerd who relies on rote memorization to record the movement of the star position and the qi veins of the spiritual acupoints."

Liu Shisan returned it with a look of contempt.

He shouted, Yaoguang bluffing and disturbed the enemy's heart, but secretly made the Feng Mansion just a small test, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged scholar would really fall into a trap.

"For you, the Thirteen-way sword is enough!"

Liu Shisan rose up again.

Kill three times in a row.

"Fengfu."

"Yuheng."

"Shenque."

...

The people in the inn were already scattered, and the rest were mostly people with cultivation, and they were considerate of the two people fighting on the upper floor with a mentality of watching the excitement.

These included two friends who were with the middle-aged scholar, and the storyteller who was quite knowledgeable and unsightly on the third floor.

The junior sister Song Lingyun was dazzled in the lobby downstairs.

The little monk was willing to do so and watched the two people who were fighting back and forth nervously.

Liu Shisan used the Thirteen-way sword techniques again. There was no order, no layout, and as he pleased.

At first, the middle-aged scholar was confused and was stabbed.

Several knife marks were torn from the long gown, and blood was faintly overflowing from the knife marks, making the scholar who was originally well-mannered in this article look embarrassed and attracted the ridicule of two companions.

"Copyright Brother Wen's Yuanshen Realm can't deal with a young man in the Miaodao Realm who is just starting out?"

"If you want to help the punch, just speak."

“…”

The middle-aged scholar known as copywriting was completely angered.

At first, he just held a humiliating mentality to relieve his hatred for Luo Changfeng's implosion of the academy. But humiliation is humiliating, if it is really in the hands of younger generations, wouldn't it be a laughing joke if it spreads out?

Looking at the few knife marks on his body, the breath of the soul realm was released without reservation, and a layer of protective qi formed around his body.

Liu Shisan's sword light slashed down.

The sword light carrying the Three Pure Aura slashed on the Gangqi, as if it had fallen into the river and sea. It only caused a slight ripples and was quietly resolved.

Liu Shisan was quite unwilling to accept it, and five consecutive slashes were slashed, but he came to the same ending.

"Is this the real strength of the Yuanshen realm?"

Liu Shisan frowned.

The middle-aged scholar moved to his face in an instant, slapped it out with a palm, and Liu Shisan spit out blood like a kite with broken string falling from the building, smashing the table and chairs to pieces.

"Master Brother."

The junior sister Song Lingyun and the young monk Dangyuan hurried forward and helped the seriously injured Liu Shisan up.

"court death!"

The middle-aged scholar collected all his energy and showed murderous intent.

He walked down from the upper floor and approached the three of them step by step.

"Brother copywriter stay."

The voice of his companions came from the upstairs again. The middle-aged scholar stopped and looked up, but saw the two companions shook their heads in slightest.

The middle-aged scholar squinted his eyes.

Here, in Hangu Pass, it is only half a day away from Fengxue Silver City, so it is hard to guarantee that the elusive Yan Lingwei would not appear. If he really killed Luo Changfeng's disciples in front of these people...

The middle-aged scholar who still had concerns stolen his murderous intent.

"Go back and tell the cowardly city lord that if he still remembers that he is a disciple of Sichuan, he should have carried a butcher knife and killed the eight hundred sects all the way to fight against the twelve stars of Jingtian! You can teach the world how to see,

Is Ta Luo Changfeng the lord of Fengxueyin City or the successor of the Academy's Taoist Sect!"