"Chiefly and righteous? Moderate and polite? A model for warriors?" The man in brocade laughed, and then he spat: "What a fucking fart! I will scold you if I want to, and I don't need to explain to anyone!"

This rude behavior came from this elegant and handsome man in brocade robe, which was really shocking.

"As for you three, I followed me secretly for two days, thinking I didn't know!" The man in the brocade robe looked dark: "Light guy, let me see how confident you are to come and follow me!"

"Senior Tang--" Song Youcheng wanted to explain, and the young Taoist shouted impatiently: "Senior brother, why are you polite to him? Let's fight him with all our might, and we can't lose the majesty of the master!" After that, he pulled out the long sword on his waist.

"Senior Brother Guo is right, let's go side by side!" The girl also pulled out her sword, looking eager to try.

Song Youcheng had already seen this, so he drew out his long sword and whispered to the two with a serious expression: "According to the old rules, although Tang Fangzhuo did not bring a bow and arrow, we must be careful of his hidden weapons!"

The two nodded to show that they understood.

"Qingcheng Sect Song Youcheng asked for advice from his seniors!"

"Qingcheng sent Guo Youxin to ask for advice!"

"Yang Xiuling, the senior, asked for advice from the Emei Sect!

Accompanied by three greetings, the young Taoist named Guo Youxin stepped on the wooden table with his right foot, and his body soared into the air. The long sword in his hand was like the sharp claws of a goshawk, piercing the head of a man in the brocade robe; while Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling quickly flashed through the gap between the wooden table and stabbed the ribs of the man in the brocade robe.

"Retreat." The man in the brocade robe calmly took the umbrella from the boy's hand, bent his knees slightly, and suddenly stretched out again, and his whole body rose straight up. The umbrella raised above his head happened to meet Guo Youxin's sword in the air. With a muffled sound, the sharp sword with the whistling wind could not split the beautiful umbrella.

The man in the brocade robe had not yet ascended, and the umbrella in his hand continued to push towards Guo Youxin in the air.

Guo Youxin took a breath, and with the help of the rebound force of the touching of the umbrella and the long sword, he stopped his falling body, used Yun Longjiu's show of appearance, forcibly folded in the air, barely avoiding the umbrella passing by.

At the same time, the other two men in the brocade robe who were in the air spread their legs and kicked the sword and fell.

Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling both waved their swords to flirt with each other.

The man in brocade robe did not snatch his legs. The long sword stabbed his boots and made a crisp sound of gold and iron, which surprised Xue Chang, who was watching on the side. He then realized that the man in brocade robe had either a special material or a sharp weapon was hidden in the sole.

The man in the brocade robe suddenly fell down and wanted to step on his opponent's long sword under his feet.

Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling hurriedly drew their swords and retreated.

The man in the brocade robe was about to step forward, but Guo Youxin, who had not yet landed, shouted loudly and stabbed him hard.

The man in brocade robe quickly raised his umbrella and not only knocked away Guo Youxin's long sword, but also the powerful force that was transmitted also made his body lose balance. Unfortunately, the man in brocade robe could not seize this opportunity because the attacks of the other two people came again...

The caravan guards saw the fight between the two sides, and soon their faces turned pale. The martial arts of the man in the brocade robe exceeded their imagination. They remembered the rude words he had been to him before, for fear of revenge, and sneaked out of the wooden house in a hurry.

The boy who followed the man in brocade robe kept his eyes on the fight in front of him and did not stop him.

The other guests inside the house also realized the danger and fled outside the wooden house. Only the shop owner and the shopkeeper hid in the corner, trembling. When they heard the sound of tables and stools breaking from time to time, the shop owner was in pain and almost burst into tears, but he did not dare to say a word of dissuasion.

Xue Chang, who was standing outside the house, was happy to see him. He came to this world and saw others fighting for the first time, and did not disappoint his expectations: the man in the brocade robe was calm and calm. He blocked the joint attack of the three people with just an umbrella. He relied on his profound skills, and every time he touched the umbrella sword, he could make the other party suffer a little loss. Although the three people were far from their opponents in the fight alone, they cooperated tacitly and fully utilized their strengths.

Song Youcheng's swordsmanship is long and steady, and his internal strength is stronger than the other two. He is like the strong pine who is not afraid of the strong wind. He is the main force in the frontal counterpart of the man in the brocade robe; Guo Youxin's swordsmanship is sharp and his body is flexible, like a goshawk preying on prey, and the main force in the offensive attack; Yang Xiuling's light skills are agile, elegant, but his swordsmanship is strange and changeable, like willow catkins falling in the wind, which restrains a lot of the energy of the man in the brocade robe. The three of them advance and retreat from time to time, attack or defend, always maintaining the pressure on the man in the brocade robe, so that they can't attack one of them with all their strength.

For a moment, the sword light flashed in the wooden house, and the sound of gold and iron was constantly resounding.

About twenty rounds later, the man in the brocade robe waved his umbrella to repel Guo Youxin, and suddenly shouted: "Little bastards, the warm-up is over, it's time to be a real thing!"

He wiped his left hand against his chest, and then shook his wrist at Yang Xiuling, who was located behind him.

Standing in front of him and seeing it clearly, Song Youcheng shouted anxiously: "Junior Sister Yang be careful!"

Yang Xiuling caught a glimpse of two lights flying towards him quickly, and hurriedly put away the sword and set it back. Then she heard a crisp "clang" sound, a small colorful bead was knocked away, and Yang Xiuling felt that the right hand holding the sword was terrified. She bit her silver teeth secretly, and then waved the sword and knocked another colorful bead away. However, the powerful force that came made her unable to hold the long sword tightly and she could no longer fall out of her hand.

Song Youcheng and Guo Youxin hurriedly waved their swords to attack, trying to restrain the man in the brocade robe and gain a chance to breathe for Yang Xiuling.

Unexpectedly, the man in the brocade robe stretched out his finger and two bright lights shot at the two of them, forcing him to defend. At the same time, he held the opened flower umbrella and ran into Yang Xiuling behind him.

Yang Xiuling didn't have time to pick up the long sword on the ground, swayed her body and dodged to the side.

The flower umbrella suddenly put away, and what appeared in front of Yang Xiuling was the left leg of a man in brocade robe who swept out.

Yang Xiuling, who lost the initiative, could only hurriedly stretched out her arms to block it. She was kicked by a man in brocade robe. She screamed and her whole body couldn't help but fly back towards the door.

Standing at the door, Xue Chang stretched out his right arm without hesitation, trying to block Yang Xiuling who was about to fall to the ground, but he obviously underestimated the strength of the leg of the man in the brocade robe. A strong force came from the girl's body. He immediately staggered back two steps and hit the door frame.

Then the girl's delicate body also crashed into her arms, and Xue Chang was hit hard again and fell to the ground.

Most of the force Yang Xiuling had to be exposed to Xue Chang, but she did not suffer much damage. When she saw Xue Chang lying on the ground and coughing repeatedly, she asked with guilt: "You... are you okay?"

Xue Chang couldn't speak for a moment and could only wave his hands repeatedly.

Yang Xiuling was worried about her teammates, so she hurriedly took out a small bottle from her arms and placed it on the ground: "This is the spiritual medicine for our master to treat internal injuries. It should be fine if you take two or three pills." After that, she stood up, endured her discomfort, and prepared to join the battle group again.

But the situation on the field changed again at this time.

After the man in the brocade robe kicked Yang Xiuling away, the flower umbrella in his hand turned to stab Song Youcheng.

Song Youcheng waved his sword to block it.

The man in brocade robe bounced his index finger with his left hand, and a little light shot directly at the long sword in Song Youcheng's hand. At the same time, his left hand bounced again, and another little light shot directly at Guo Youxin's face who was about to hit the sky, making it impossible for him to rescue.

Song Youcheng used old moves, but he was too late to retreat. He used his skills and was ready to block the game.

With a "clang" sound, Song Youcheng's long sword was knocked crooked by the little color bead, revealing the empty door.

The man in the brocade robe pierced straight into the flower umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella poked the Jianjing point on Song Youcheng's right shoulder.

Song Youcheng's right hand was immediately sore and weak, and the long sword was unable to hold it, and it fell to the ground.

The man in the brocade robe shook his right wrist again, and the flower umbrella quickly tapped Song Youcheng's Danzhong point.

Song Youcheng suddenly felt soft and he sat down to the ground.

"Senior Brother!" Guo Youxin was shocked and attacked with all his sword.

Yang Xiuling also picked up the long sword on the ground and rushed forward to rescue.

Originally, the three of them could barely resist the attack of the man in brocade robe. Now one of them has been knocked down and one of them has suffered internal injuries. So not long after, the two of them were also pressed into the acupoints and collapsed to the ground.

The man in brocade robe put away the flower umbrella, walked to a pretty intact wooden table, sat down, turned around and shouted, "Make a pot of good tea!"

The shop owner stood up from the corner and stammered: "Okay... OK..."

The man in brocade robe glanced at him, took out a silver ingot from his arms, and threw it back with his own hands.
Chapter completed!