I hire players in the martial arts world

Chapter 88 Sincerity

After Qin Fan's gaze stayed on Xiang Bohuai for a moment, he turned to Ying Wuque who flicked his bangs.

Qin Fan has never paid too much attention to the so-called younger generation, but now he has a little bit of interest in Ying Wu Que.

The opponent is not a reckless martial artist, although he is a bit showy, but his mind is very clear.

In fact, with his status as the young master of the Sword Making Hall, he didn't need to talk to himself about these unnecessary nonsense, but he still did.

Qin Fan didn't think that Ying Wuque had found out some details about Wuyou Villa, he could only say that the other party's way of doing things was like this.

Sure enough, Ying Wuque then cupped his hands at Feng Mo and said:
"Brother Feng, in fact, at our age, as long as we don't die young, we will definitely become a strong person in the Xiantian realm, and there is a nearly [-]% chance of even stepping into the realm of a great master.

But it is a pity that as far as I know, too many young heroes died in accidents halfway, and of course the assassination by their own people is not ruled out. "

When he said these words, his eyes shifted to Xiang Bohuai, and he raised his eyebrows on purpose.

At this moment, Xiang Bohuai couldn't pretend to be dumb anymore, he gave Ying Wuque a faint look and said:

"Nephew Ying, your thoughts are too complicated, and that's why you slow down the distance of more than one step between the two monsters on the east and west."

Ying Wucai pouted indifferently and said:

"The road is slow and we are still on the road, but it is a pity that Master Xiang's beloved apprentice died inexplicably halfway eight years ago, and that was his end.

By the way, he is known as the hope of the new generation of Zhudaotang. When he broke through the innate realm, he was one year younger than me at the moment, but what's the use of that.

A dead genius is nothing but a dead man. "

"Ying Wuque, pay attention to your words!" Xiang Bohuai raised his eyes, the somewhat muddy eyes became brighter and brighter, and hidden in the depths of the pupils was a sharp and fierce sword move.

It was at the moment when it was about to be unsheathed, and at the same time, a heavy sense of oppression also hit Ying Wuque's spare no effort to face it!

But Ying Wuque took advantage of the situation and fell down directly, looking like he was seriously injured.

Qin Fan found that his judgment on Ying Wuque was wrong again. Taking advantage of Ying Wuque's secret poking gaze at him, his black and white pupils seemed to turn into chaotic vortexes.

The pride that was stripped off, the shining shell was torn off, and in less than a breath, Qin Fan had already glimpsed a part of its truth.

There is no ambition, no desire, only the sincerity towards the knife, but this does not mean that Ying Wuque is a silly martial idiot.

Except for the piece of pure land left for the knife, the rest is the coolness of nature that is different from the ostentatious nature of the appearance.

No relatives, no feelings, no love, no hatred, it seems that all emotions are lost, except for the knife, only the lonely self.

It was the first time Qin Fan met someone with such a big contrast, a natural actor.

But Ying Wuque frowned slightly after being dazed for a moment, then patted the dust off his body, jumped up, looked at Xiang Bohuai seriously and said:

"Third Elder, it was you who asked me to fight, and now you are the one who attacked me out of nowhere, what do you really want?"

Being beaten up by Ying Wuque like this also made Xiang Bohuai completely lose his temper. He snorted coldly and said:

"I'm just teaching my nephew a truth as a senior. Some things should be said, and some things should not be said."

Ying Wuque pursed his lips, and sat down in the empty seat beside Xiang Bohuai. The muttering words in his mouth were heard clearly by several people around him.

"Anyway, the benefits have already been obtained, and I have also sent out this battle post, but if I cannot participate in the battle due to unexpected circumstances, it cannot be blamed on me."

Xiang Bohuai was a little impatient for a while, he finally understood why Ying Wuque deliberately brought up what happened eight years ago just now, he wanted to use his anger to avoid this battle reasonably.

However, he also didn't understand why Ying Wuque stood up suddenly when he could have been lying on the ground for a long time.

Everything can only be said to be a wonderful misunderstanding. Qin Fan's ability to recognize people made Ying Wuque mistakenly think that Xiang Bohuai used martial arts ideas to play for real, so he dared not act.

Of course, he did not forget to say to Yan Kuangshan: "City Master Yan, you also saw that I was injured a little bit ago, so it should be possible to postpone the appointment for half an hour."

Yan Kuangshan nodded, but half an hour was harmless to him, including the surrounding melon-eaters. Of course, he still asked another participant for his opinion with his eyes.

Feng Mo nodded slightly, agreeing.

And around the ring that had already been quiet, there were chattering voices from the spectators again.

As for Qin Fan, he looked at the two people who approached him in surprise, Gongsun Xin and his eldest son, Gongsun Shuo.

In terms of their appearance alone, Qin Fan thought they were two brothers, probably because Gongsun Shuo hadn't broken through the innate realm, or hadn't practiced the secret technique to maintain his appearance, so they both looked around 40 years old.

"Master Qin, due to the handover of the patriarch, the collection of pills can only be delayed for a little while."

Qin Fan waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind. Gongsun Xin had already sent someone to deliver a letter about this matter before, and then he looked behind the two of them.

Well, Gongsun Mei didn't come together, which made him a little bit surprised.

"My lord, there are two men in black robes among the spectators in the northeast."

Hearing Feng Mo's sound transmission, Qin Fan shifted his gaze to where the other party said. He thought it was Mo Yunlan who finally showed his face, but it turned out that it was Xue Yan and Gongsun Mei who were pretending to be low-key.

And Gongsun Xin also followed Qin Fan's sudden shift of gaze to look to the northeast, and naturally found the two people who were not good at camouflage skills.

However, his expression didn't change at all, and then he simply introduced Gongsun Shuo and Qin Fan to get to know each other briefly, and then quietly returned to his seat.

A thousand-year-old family, Qin Fan sighed a little, Gongsun Xin is really different from his father, Gongsun Xing, he may have noticed the potential of Gongsun Mei earlier.

Therefore, in terms of behavior, there is less prudence and more aggressiveness at the same time.

As for the outcome, that was not his concern.

Immediately Qin Fan raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that were getting thicker and thicker. There was no looming thunder and lightning, but the surrounding air became drier. If there is a suitable idiom to describe it, it is that the wind and rain are about to come.

But the wind has not appeared, the rain has not fallen, and the state at this moment is the most depressing.

Half an hour had passed quietly in the process of his wild thinking, and Feng Mo jumped straight into the center of the ring.

On the other side, Ying Wuque, who had thought that waiting for the rain to cancel the battle, changed his eyes the moment he stepped onto the ring.

Qin Fan thought of the part of the truth he had seen Ying Wuque, and all the sincerity in his heart was given to the knife. He could think of various ways to postpone the appointment before the start of the match, but when he really stepped into the ring.

He's just a swordsman.

(End of this chapter)