Han Wen smiled slightly and said, "You can call me... Mr. Han! I heard that Nangong Ling, a Beggar Gang, had a long time to hear, had a sword in both hands, and the ghosts were unpredictable! I wonder if I could go with me?"

"Brother Han! Don't hurt him!" Chu Liuxiang was shocked and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "You Dao is a fight between two tigers, and there will be one injury! I hope Brother Han will not have the desire to fight at this time!"

"Why do you care so much about whether he will be injured by me? Hahaha! Maybe I might be the one who was injured!" Han Wen squinted his eyes and looked at Chu Liuxiang.

Chu Liuxiang was stunned.

Han Wen suddenly made a move, his five fingers made claws, and his nails bounced up as sharp as a knife. He swept out with his claws and shouted: "Ruyi Bada, the Thirteenth Spikes of the Fierce Wind! Let me see what this is!"

It was already difficult to stop it at this time. Han Wen took action too quickly. Nangong Ling was not a good person. The two short swords in her hand were sharp and they were not rude at all. The cold light flashed, and only a few sounds were heard, just like the sound of metal and iron.

In this flash of confrontation, the two of them made seven moves in a row. Nangong Ling was really not weak. Otherwise, how could he sit in the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect? Han Wen couldn't take advantage of the seven moves! Perhaps, this is also the reason why he used his skills?

After the two figures were intertwined, Nangong Ling did not turn around and just moved forward, not afraid that Han Wen would kill him from behind. He was really brave. At this moment, his two short swords flew away and stabbed directly under the purple velvet curtain. A little red condescending, so why did he see clearly?

A pair of black boot tips appeared under the curtains.

With just two "puff, puff", the short sword was inserted into the boot, as if it had been nailed to the ground. Nangong Ling smiled and said slowly: "At this moment, are you still unwilling to come out?"

There was no sound in the curtains.

Nangong Ling frowned and looked at Chu Liuxiang. Chu Liuxiang's expression remained motionless, as if she didn't know anything. Nangong Ling finally sneered and shouted: "Okay."

He waved his hand slightly, and the two Beggar Gang disciples had already pulled out their waists. They rushed out with a quick step, slashing the curtains. Although Lihong was cold-hearted, he couldn't help but be beating his heart. Even if the boy in black was not dead, his legs would be considered to be over.

Wherever the blade passed, half of the curtain fell, but no blood splashed out.

The windows are open. The evening breeze blows in, and the upper half of the curtain is blown by the wind, but who is there? There are only a pair of boots behind the curtains.

Chu Liuxiang laughed and said, "What a good curtain. It was cut into two pieces. A pair of high-quality calfskin boots were also stabbed with two holes. Isn't it a pity for Brother Nangong?"

Nangong Ling's expression changed slightly. He said coldly: "The curtains are cracked. You can sew them up, your boots are broken, and you can fix them. If someone escapes, my disciples can also chase them back."

The eight bags of disciples changed their color and said, "Then did he really escape barefoot?"

Nangong Ling said in a deep voice: "Who is the disciple on duty outside the window?"

The eight bags of disciples said, "He is the brother of Jinan Tianguan Temple."

Nangong Ling said sternly: "Take them to Gongsun's Dharma Protector's Office and serve the family law."

The eight bags of disciples bowed and said, "As for your order."

As soon as he flew out of the window, a loud voice immediately sounded outside the window.

Nangong Ling turned around and smiled reluctantly at Chu Liuxiang, clasped her fists and said, "I have something important to do. Today I have to leave."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "You just caused my wineworm, and you wanted to leave like this?"

Nangong Ling laughed and said, "Chu Liuxiang's wine debt. Who in the world can be too lazy to get rid of it? In these two days, I will definitely come and invite you, but I hope Brother Hong, Mr. Han, don't refuse."

With a lift of his hand, two short swords flew up again. It turned out that there was a thin chain made of black gold on the hilt of the sword.

Nangong Ling hurried away, and the whistling sound outside the window started again, one after another, gradually moving away, and a moment he walked cleanly again

Chu Liuxiang sighed slightly, "This Nangong Ling is indeed a talent. Under his command, the Beggars' Sect is becoming increasingly powerful... I'm afraid it may be too powerful."

After saying that, he looked at Han Wen, who shook his head at him in slightest sense. It turned out that the two of them had just performed a play to test whether Nangong Ling was the person they were looking for. As a result, no, at least when Han Wen forced him to use all his strength, he did not use Japanese ninjutsu.

This can only explain two issues. Either Nangong Ling is amazingly powerful, but it is obvious that when people's lives are threatened, they will panic and use all the ways they can use. Then, the greater possibility is that Nangong Ling is really not that mysterious person.

A little red floated down, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Han Wen, saying, "Look, did that boy really leave?"

Han Wen laughed and said, "Is there only one window here?"

Only one person said coldly: "It's a pity that Nangong Ling doesn't have the eyesight like you."

As he spoke, the boy in black had already walked out from behind another curtain, and his snow-white socks were covered with dust.

Only then did Yihong realize that the tip of the boy's boot was revealed on purpose. He took off his boots and slipped out of the window, but slipped another window under the eaves and hid in the curtains. The boy was young and knew how to take advantage of human psychological weaknesses. As expected, Nangong Ling would definitely think that he had escaped and would not search elsewhere.

The boy in black walked up to Han Wen, stared at Han Wen for a while, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Nangong Ling is at least a friend of your friend. You have some connections, but I and you have never had a lifetime, so why do you help me?"

The boy was so suspicious that he was very serious. When someone helped him, he not only had no gratitude, but he suspected that he had ulterior motives.

Han Wen looked at him and said slowly for a long time, "I don't help him, but I help you, just because he is a beggar and very poor, but you are a rich person, so I want to flatter you."

The boy in black stared at him for a while, and finally couldn't help but smile, but he refused to laugh and said coldly: "Even if you helped me, I will never accept your affection."

Han Wen shook his head. With his previous temper, he could not miss the boy's face... Well, the real reason was that he discovered that this was a Xibei product and couldn't help laughing: "Who helped you, do you still need others to help? How could those mere Beggars' gang members look at you?"

Xibeihuo said angrily: "Do you think I'm afraid of them?"

Han Wen said: "Of course you are not afraid of them. You hide in the curtains just to tease them for fun."

Xibei's face turned red with anger, and walked forward a few more steps and said sternly: "Don't think you can ridicule me if you have helped me, I..." Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly jumped up.

It turned out that he accidentally stepped on a dead snake under his feet, and he was so scared that he jumped onto the table and was almost about to pounce on Han Wen's arms.

Chu Liuxiang laughed aside and said, "Our great hero who is not afraid of heaven and earth is actually afraid of snakes."

Only then did he realize that the young man had just escaped in a furious manner, just to have a snake chasing him. It was really not afraid of the martial arts of the Beggars' Gang's children. It was really unexpected that this cold young man would be afraid of snakes.

Xibei Huo blushed and gasped, "I'm not afraid, I just hate it... I hate everything soft and slippery. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

Han Wen turned his eyes and patted his face and said, "It's not funny, of course it's not funny. Since women are afraid of snakes, why can't men be afraid? Why do men be afraid of something less than women?"

When he said this, he couldn't feel a smile in his cold eyes, but Xibei's face turned redder and became more and more angry
Chapter completed!