Maybe I couldn't stand the self-righteous noise of the outsiders. The young man rolled his eyes hard. He wore a Guangling sword wrapped in green silk, imitating the third-generation Xu family sword in Beiliang. The sharpness was lost to the first-generation Xu sword, and the lightness was lost to the second-generation. Relatively speaking, the third-generation Xu sword was the most common. However, experts in military tactics knew that there was no best sword in the world, and only the sword that was most suitable for the soldiers of our family. Just like the military source in the northwest of the dynasty, they were often tall and long, and had outstanding strength. Guangling Road was inferior. This is a natural disadvantage. No matter whether it is good or bad, whether it is good or bad, the skill of raising soldiers, at least the skill of raising soldiers is indeed.

He is the best among the vassal kings. Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned this fat pig was, he would not be shameless to compete with Beiliang for the title of the world's number one elite soldier. Guangling Road has the newest armored war horse of the Liyang Dynasty, and the latest Guangling sword was quietly released. However, it has not been put on a large scale. The young man hung his arms is a new sword that has not been made public. The name will be selected among Chunxue Sword and Yilou Sword. It can be seen that this sword was highly expected by Zhao Yi and the senior generals of Guangling Road. The young man was about to speak out, glaring at the man who neither wore a sword nor aphrodisiacs, and immediately silenced, holding a bowl of wine in a depressed manner. He couldn't spit it out, and it was really a pain.

A entourage hurried into the inn and whispered to the unstable man. The man nodded, got up, walked straight to Xu Fengnian's table, and Chunfeng said with a gentle and gentle look: "Is this young man worthy of fame? If you don't mind too much, you might as well come to me to do things. Apart from the woman who followed me, Song can always give away anything."

Xu Fengnian asked, "But General Song Li, the Hengjiang General of Chunxue Tower?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have not expected that his identity would be seen through at first sight. The old man in the gorgeous clothes around him had just said that this man was not as handsome as a first-class master, or a good qi cultivation player who valued intentions and not skills. This forced the man to be amazed. It should be noted that the old man, who has always been above the top, is as famous as Chai Qingshan, the former Southeastern man. The sword master Chai Qingshan is not only a magical sword technique, but also the uncle of Song Nianqing, the leader of the Dongyue Sword Pond. He had previously relied on the vassal king Zhao Yi, and was not only famous for his reputation.

He had to be "expelled" from Dongyue Jianchi. Now that Song Nianqing died unexpectedly, Chai Qingshan was invited back to Jianchi to take charge of the affairs. In this way, the old entourage beside him was the well-deserved number one master of Guangling Road. The old man's name is very ordinary, named Wang Fu, but he had already reached the realm of transformation with a knife, and even became famous before Gu Jiantang. It can be said that Gu Jiantang has been among the ten people in the world. He has never lost martial arts reviews since then. He once walked up on the shoulders of this old man. The old man treasured the famous sword "cough bead" and nicknamed "Ghost under the wrist".

The martial arts criticism guides the people who use swords in the world, and there are only a few who are truly proud of swordsmanship. Among them, Gu Jiantang is the first. Mao Shulang, a southerner who has been strong for nearly 20 years after Jiazi's age, has completely sealed the sword. In addition, there is no successor, and he has gone to tease flowers, plants, fish and insects. Wang Fu invisibly rose to the top, ranking ahead of Yuan Zuozong of Northern Liang, who has abandoned swords for many years. The reason why this martial arts giant did not enter the martial arts review was that his strength was slightly inferior was only a small part of the reason. More because this man had a very bad martial arts virtue when he was young, and he avoided it when he met a master.

When he encountered a war of cowards, he never knew what kind of demeanor was. He could do anything insidious. In order to disrupt the enemy's mood, he kidnapped the man's wife and children before the war. When he showed up, he threw a thumb of the enemy's youngest son. The enemy, who had always been in a state of mind, had no support for his mood and eventually died under Wang Fu's sword. After he was old, he was still disrespectful and had a very evil spirit. His sword skills were on the path of the devil and went to the dark. He was particularly diligent in slaughtering those talented juniors in the world. He almost killed someone once.

Wang Fu has not had the chance to pull out the cough bead knife for some years. He just wanted to kill someone, just to find a way to relieve his slap. If he gets out of his mind, he really meets a tricky expert. Song Li, the first-class powerful man in Guangling Road, has three thousand iron cavalry to fight against the formation. A foreigner who has been fighting alone in the world will not cause any storm. At that time, people can capture him. He can use it to sharpen the knife slowly. In recent years, Wang Fu has done a lot of such evil activities. However, Song Li, who was recently named General Hengjiang by the court, has his own plan and has not followed the meaning of this sword technique.

It is because of the desire to attract attention. It is not that there is no strong general at hand who charges the battle. It is because Song Li has always had a strong collection habit of treating the stunning women and the martial arts masters, and he only treats them as flowers on the cake instead of charcoal in the snow. Whenever he remembers them, he will be satisfied with them when he can take a few glances. Just like this time Wang Xianzhi spoke and said it out of the city and never returned. Wudicheng lost the last life-saving talisman. Many shameless martial arts masters were taken into the bag by Song Li who was close to the water, and Song Li never cared about their character.

Song Li smiled quietly, but Wang Fu did not dare to take it too lightly. There were countless left-wingers in the world. Moreover, God knew whether the remnants of Western Chu had targeted the newly-secret General Hengjiang. If Song Li was plotted, Chunxuelou was at the time of employment and had lost a blessing general before the war started. The vassal king Zhao Yi would not be able to peel himself and get cramps. Chunxuelou knew that Song Li had a hot power position today. It was one thing that he had the ability. Zhao Yi regarded Song Li as a role who would share the same blessings and difficulties as him. This was even more crucial. Lu Shengxiang, an old man from Chunxuelou, might not have no resentment.

Xu Fengnian glanced at Wang Fu, the "Ghost under the Wrist" who was holding his breath and concentrating, and quickly withdrew his gaze. Song Li waited for a moment, but did not wait for the reply. He laughed at himself without hiding his regrets, and said slowly: "Song is a small miscellaneous general. Since he has not been able to catch the eyes of the young master, he hopes that he can have a good meal in the future. Song still has some urgent matters, so he will not disturb the young master's interest in drinking tea. In the future, as long as the young master travels through the world on Guangling Road, no matter whether it is big or small, he just needs someone to send a message to the mansion, and Song will definitely arrive as soon as possible."

Song Li held his fists gently and left with a smile. He was very handsome. Not only did he not bully others with his power, but he thought that his background was not deep. Instead, the young man here was clumsy and did not recognize the true Buddha. He was replaced by other heroes in the martial arts world. Even if he was not grateful to a general, he would inevitably feel good about him. When Song Li held his fists and said goodbye, Xu Fengnian also put down his teacup and stood up to watch the person go away. Several tables of diners nearby were frightened when they heard the conversation that both sides did not deliberately hide. Looking at Xu Fengnian's eyes again, it was like looking at a fool who was completely ungrateful.

Walking out the door, Song Li asked softly as he walked down the steps: "Old Wang, have you ever identified this child's cultivation level?"

Wang Fu took out a spice porcelain bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the lid, lowered his head and sniffed it, and said sinisterly: "It's strange. I deliberately blew the murderous intent a little bit. This kid did not deliberately pretend to be stupid. After he noticed it, he immediately stopped twisting the cup, but there was no movement. Could it be that he had been a disciple of Taoist real people since he was a child, otherwise he would not have such concentration. Ordinary masters can keep their posture unchanged for the sudden murderous aura, pretending to be as stable as Mount Tai, but the slight changes in the pupils and the speed of the flow of the qi are difficult to hide. However, I can confirm that when he looks at his coherent gesture of raising the cup and holding the cup, this guy must be a knife."

Song Li smiled, "Old Mr. Wang will kill him if he wants to kill him, but now it is not as usual. Many things may affect the whole body. It is better to have more things than to have less things."

Wang Fu nodded reluctantly and put away the bottle, as if not killing someone would be accumulating a good deed. He smiled and said, "That kid probably doesn't know that he has been wandering around the gates of hell."

Song Li turned over the horse, and seven or eight cavalry rushed to the military town several miles away. The scout sent a military information. There was a pair of women there that were extremely interesting. Not only did he get into his own officers and soldiers, he had no idea. One of them threatened to let him, General Hengjiang, take a walk. Song Li couldn't say he was angry, but he just felt that it was chewy. Song Li naturally knew the temperament of his tiger and wolf army. He raised soldiers as jackals, and did not eat them.

If people say that, how can they kill people when they go to the battlefield? There are many horse thieves north of Guangling Road, including six or seven horse thieves with more than a hundred people. They not only kill people and set fires without restraint, but also tease local officers and soldiers as relaxed as playing with cats and mice. Song Li also has even more cruel and ruthless things. After those soldiers of his own became cunning Hummer thieves who were extremely difficult to kill, they let many new soldiers in the dark fight with them in batches, feeding each other with combat power. If they die, they will die in vain.

As he was riding on the street, Song Li suddenly sighed: "Who can't believe that Wang Xianzhi will die at that person's hands?"

Wang Fu, who had always been arrogant, looked gloomy, "If someone hadn't recognized Lou Huang, who was carrying the body of the old monster Wang, no one would believe it."

Song Li asked with a smile: "Then the Xu surname is not the best in the world?"

Wang Fu never saw others well and sneered: "Even if the young vassal king survived, most of his life would be gone. Maybe he would have to spend several furnaces of magic medicines every year to hang his life and be the best in the world! If I want to see, Wang Xianzhi is probably dead, but in fact, all the elite troops in the Northern Liang Dynasty were released, and some unknown hidden dead soldiers were lucky enough to kill Wang Xianzhi."

Song Li smiled indifferently, not saying anything.

At the inn, Xu Fengnian returned to the house and had nothing to do, so he let the nine flying swords come out. Not only did he not control the flying swords with his energy, he did not even feel at ease about them. This is a mysterious word that often appears in the secret book of the Wu family’s sword tomb. It is used to explain that using the energy to control the sword to a higher level, that is, "whether the heart is tied to, the point of the sword tip". The latter is obviously very superior, and requires years of careful cultivation of the sword to be nurtured and perfected by the sword. However, at this time the nine flying swords in the house that lingers in agile manner not only make the living creatures that achieve the sword embryo, but also look like a child who is enlightened by the immortals who are stroking the head of the immortal.

In terms of toughness, after fighting with Wang Xianzhi, he was defeated and suffered a lot of disaster. Xu Fengnian was far inferior to the Vajra Realm master in the world. In terms of strong aura, Wang Fu in his wrist was not wrong. Xu Fengnian was not as good as those of the finger Xuan Realm with his own strengths, but now Xu Fengnian is not easy to guess with common sense. At that time, he killed Zhao Huangchao and wanted to go to Wudi City with intuition. At first, out of caution, he wanted to go to Huishan to find Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the leader of the martial arts world, as a bodyguard. Of course, he wanted to make a pen with her at the same time.

A big deal, otherwise he would not be able to open this. However, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was unwilling to have an affair with him or the Northern Liang, so Xu Fengnian would not force others. However, when he got along close and quietly confronted Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a top expert, Xu Fengnian was surprised to find something, that is, not only the flying sword was ready to move, but also he had no reason to develop an inexplicable heroic spirit. Xu Fengnian was not unfamiliar with this, the spirit that "self" and Wang Xianzhi had eight hundred years ago, and they were still invincible in their enemies.

In the past, Xu Fengnian knew this state of mind, but was intentional or powerless, but after a battle, especially after leaving Huishan alone, the closer he was to the East China Sea, he often could not suppress some "intentional actions", just like at this time the flying sword wandered happily without traces, like a fish in water. Xu Fengnian could clearly sense their pleasure, and even felt that he could talk to it.

Xu Fengnian said to himself: "The Buddhist mustard seeds are placed in Sumeru, and the Taoist sect hides the universe, and they are not like it."

The flying sword of the snail suddenly turned around in front of Xu Fengnian's eyes, as if he was saying hello, then flashed away and flew out of the window.

Xu Fengnian walked out of the house, looked as usual and left the inn, and walked all the way outside the town.

As a result, I saw Song Li sitting on the back of a horse from afar. Two young women seemed to be in trouble on the post road. One was tall and heroic, and his sword was unsheathed. Judging from his posture, he was a famous man. He was a little short of the qi at the tip of the sword. She protected a woman behind her who was graceful and even more like a lady in Jiangnan. However, she probably lost a while in the martial arts competition with someone, and her arm drooped and could not stop trembling slightly, so she temporarily changed her hand and held the sword.

Song Li never spoke. The young sergeant with a sword wrapped in green silk had a gentle horse's hooves and a complacent attitude. The sword was also unsheathed and rotated gently, while the war horse was leisurely around two desperate women.

Xu Fengnian stood in the green shade of the post road that was not eye-catching, and heard the swordsman who was obviously a woman from the north sarcastically said: "I thought there was no nest of snakes and rats on Guangling Road. After all, even the capital knew that there was a guy named Song Li who kept saying that he had power in his hands and killed all the dogs who were betrayed the people. Unexpectedly, it was better to meet him than to hear it. He was just a pickled guy who forced the women to steal the people."

Song Li smiled slightly when he heard this, and finally said, "Female Hero, you injured twenty soldiers with your ability. I have nothing to say, but Liang Meigong then fought with you openly. He lost, let it go, you lose, you hand over the woman behind you, and you are willing to accept the loss. Female Hero, you are skilled in swordsmanship, but the gambling products seem to be bad."

Hearing this, Xu Fengnian was about to turn around and leave.

The gentle woman behind the sword woman was about to speak when she stopped her eyes. After she turned her head and stared at Song Li.

Song Li smiled and said, "Don't say anything, you will follow me if you lose. You know, as long as you have no protection, the woman behind you will not be able to walk out of the three miles in the current world. This general is not a good person, but a honest person. You can tell the two girls that as long as she passes through the gate of the Song family, I will let her go, and never move her hair. However, the ugly words are also said in front of Guangling Road. It is not important to move her body at any time, but they will be considered my general's woman in the future."

The tall and heroic woman sneered: "Song Li, do you have the ability to go to the capital to talk about this kind of bastard?"

Song Li waved his hand on the horse's back and laughed, "How dare you do this?"

Song Li gradually lowered his smile and said in a word, "Whether you or the woman behind you are not a little girl, I guess he is a lady from Tai'an City. But since you have entered the countryside, you have to follow the customs. No matter how big the golden branches and leaves are, I can eat them, and I will not reveal any traces afterwards. So you think hard, don't really annoy me."

The woman holding the sword spit out a breath of turbid air and said in a deep voice: "I came to Guangling Road to find Zhao Zhu."

During this trip to Beijing, in addition to having wanted to explore the world alone, she was indeed preparing to meet the young man who was interested in building Beijing.

The woman behind her is a close friend of her boyfriend, but she met a childhood sweetheart. The man who had a bright future evaporated for no reason after encountering a family change. She finally found clues for her. This time she gritted her teeth and left Tai'an City secretly, which was enough to be called a rebellious act. After returning, she would never step out of the capital in her life. Moreover, she pulled herself to see the man, but she was not rejected, but more than this

It hurts people's hearts. The man actually said that he had already negotiated a marriage and was going to take root in that small place where the country was at a disadvantage. The woman behind him did not believe in his dissatisfaction. The man made an appointment with a strange woman who was not as good as her. His life experience was very different. His appearance, talent, and vision were not worth mentioning. But when she saw the man standing with the Murno woman, she gave up because she looked at the unmatched couple and knew that he was really liking her.

The woman who has been practicing sword for many years is not as calm as her face. The old man around General Hengjiang was unfathomable, so she chose the young entourage as the bet. She firmly decided that her opponent's knife skills were inferior to her own swordsmanship, but she would not only lose when she really fought, but if the man hadn't shown mercy, she would have died here. Although she regretted the promise and was contrary to her will, how could she watch her close friends go to the dragon and tiger den? As Song Li herself said, crossing the threshold of his family, then she would have no reputation. No matter how she cut the miscellaneous general of Guangling local snake into thousands of knifes, what would it be beneficial to confiscate the family and destroy the ancestors? But she still didn't want to reveal the identities of the two of them, and she didn't want to, nor dared.

Song Li was slightly stunned, his eyes became a little hot, "Zhao Zhu, the prince of the Yanchi King?"

She knew something was wrong, so she simply kept silent.

There are always some men in the world who disdain the rules and like women's identities more than women's appearance. Tai'an City is the most charitable place in the world and is also the most filthy place. She has been influenced by the fact that some noble children and the water spirit women cannot hook up with them. They are proud of the women in the deep courtyard of the mansion who are obviously old, and they gather with friends in private to compete for the noble ladies who are accused of having sex. She heard that those oily bastards not only regarded the women who are ebony axis as playthings, but also some noble ladies who are jade axis and rhino horn axis dare to seduce them.

Hearing the name Zhao Zhu, Xu Fengnian, who had already walked out a few steps, stopped and raised his hand to pick a piece of willow branches with lush willow leaves.

Xu Fengnian didn't plan to get close, but she didn't think about standing by and watching.

Wang Fu thought that he, the second most powerful master in the world, would not take action in the inn, because he was the boy who was lucky.

Soon he lost this confidence.

A willow leaf cuts through the sky.

Like a knife cutting tofu, the Guangling new knife in Liang Meigong's hand that was not in the green sheath was cut off. After defeating the woman, the young swordsman who was proud of her was stunned and confused.

Wang Fu was the highest-level person on the field, far superior to everyone, and he still looked around and decided that it was the ranger in the shade of the tree. The reason why Wang Fu had the strange nickname of ghosts under his wrist was that his sword was his use of swords, just like ghosts and gods helping him. He was one of the few strange people in the world who could ignore his opponent's higher realm. Even if Wang Fu's martial arts talent was placed in the pile of geniuses, he could still be considered outstanding. Otherwise, he would not be able to reach this point today by relying on inequality evil ways. Even a swordsman like Chai Qingshan dared not say that he would win Wang Fu, especially if he only decided on life and death, he might have a greater chance of winning.

Then everyone on the post road saw an absurd scene. The unattainable ghost Wang Fu leaned on the horse's back first, as if he had avoided something. Then he had time to reach out and hold the sword. When he tilted off the horse, he rushed forward, and his toes gently pointed at the abdomen. The strong war horse flew out in the air. The leisurely sword and Wang Fu, who was really holding the sword, were completely two people. Although the old man had not drawn his sword out of the sheath, he was as powerful as a rainbow when he ran forward. However, for some reason, the old man rushed out six or seven meters and forced him to retreat two meters. Then he continued to press the knife with one hand, bowed his head and ran without going straight, like a snake sliding on the sand.

The master of swordsmanship was under the wrist and rushed forward and backward like a child playing with a child. After repeated this many times, everyone finally realized that the culprit should be the cool guy who couldn't see his face clearly in the distance.

But still no one knows why Wang Fu used such a superfluous push method, even Liang Meigong, who had broken the knife, was no exception.

After Wang Fu finally finally arrived a hundred steps away from the young man, and still holding the handle of the knife, the ghost in his wrist was still holding the knife and not showing it. He saw that the man threw away the bare willow branch in his hand without any movement. A willow branch on the man's head suddenly stretched straight, broke, and fell rapidly, just as the man held it in one hand.

Wang Fu suddenly stopped and looked new.

It is not only a show of goodwill, but also a show of weakness.

Wang Fu is a little different from many top experts, that is, he has never set foot in the Wudi City in his life.

After he became famous in his prime, he did not have the title of ghost under his wrist at that time, but the mixed praise of "Wang Buddy", because he would kill people against others, and he would be his Wang Fu. He never provoked enemies who could kill him, so Wang Fu had never lost once in his life. Even though he and Chai Qingshan were close for many years, the two had never practiced martial arts. Over the past decade, Wang Fu had not made many swords, but once in the world, he even wore the "cough bead" among the top ten famous swords in the world, and he still retreated without fighting. Not long after that, not only Wang Fu knew who the young man who did not wear a sword or carried a sword was, it can be said that the whole world knew, Peach Blossom Sword God, Deng Taia!

This time, Wang Fu still chose not to draw his sword despite the face of top masters and martial arts seniors.

It’s not that he feels that he has no chance of winning, but once he draws his sword, he will be in a state of endless death.

The two met by chance, and there was no irreconcilable hatred. If they were facing Gu Jiantang, they would have the urge to fight without even contemplating life and death.

After all, everyone who practices swordsmanship wants to cross the mountain Deng Tai'a, and the person who practices swordsmanship is Gu Jiantang. As for the more general martial artsman, no one who wants to defeat Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Fu didn't believe that Wang Xianzhi just died at the hands of the young vassal king named Xu.

Wang Fu stopped in place, feeling a little depressed in his heart. Are there too many young masters in the world? It is not too few to die in his own hands, but it seems like weeds, and the spring breeze is blowing again.

The young man who was underestimated by himself was not too arrogant, but he twisted the willow branches with his two fingers, which seemed to be able to shake hands and make peace.

It seemed as if he was waiting for Wang Fu to take the initiative to shoot the knife.

This junior who came out of nowhere was too arrogant!

Wang Fu's thoughts were ups and downs several times, but he didn't pull out the Guangling knife on his waist.

If you really want to fight to the death and don’t bring a cough bead knife, you will be in a bad mood.

Song Li rode out and came to Wang Fu. The brave General Hengjiang looked complicated and said slowly: "No wonder this young master doesn't want to pay attention to Song."

The cool breeze was blowing, the willow leaves were dense, and the trees seemed to be dark, and the young man never spoke.

Song Li smiled, "Since the young master takes action, Song is not a fool who does not hit the wall and does not look back. As long as those two women are in Guangling Road east of Comb County, Song will promise them to be safe all the way. How about it?"

Song Li couldn't see the man's face under the shade of green, but Wang Fu, who was facing a great enemy, saw it clearly. The guy's smile was light, but it was particularly interesting.

Song Li glanced at his head, then suddenly lifted the reins, turned the horse's head, faced more than a hundred elite light cavalry in his army, raised his arms, and signaled to retreat.

Although Wang Fu's five fingers left the hilt of the knife, he never turned around and his body swept backwards.

The riders rode their horses away for a while, and Liang Meigong looked at the bleeding groove on General Song Li's cheek, which was shocking.

Liang Meigong asked carefully: "General, do you want to mobilize a thousand cavalry to encircle this person?"

Song Li did not nod, but asked Wang Fu, "Old Wang, is a thousand riders enough?"

Wang Fu sneered: "A thousand cavalry kills a wooden stake that cannot move. No matter how hard the stake is, it is probably enough. After all, no matter how many masters there are in the world, there are not many land gods like Li Chungang. But do you think that guy will stand still and fight head-on with our thousand cavalry?"

Song Li was not angry and angry, but asked with a smile: "Why would you use all three thousand cavalry and ask Mr. Wang to intercept that person's retreat?"

Wang Fu sneered: "Is it worth it for the sake of two women of unknown origin? Let's take a step back and say that the identities of the two young wives in the north are quite not simple, so are you not afraid of making you slut out after eating? This is not the blood on your face, you can wipe it off just by wiping it."

Song Li sighed: "Yes."
To be continued...