The best waste god

"At least much stronger than you." Aunt Shan laughed.

The old beggar Bi Wu smiled proudly, and said: "If I meet my old beggar in the future, I will ask her for advice and see if she is better than me..."

Aunt Shan snorted and scoffed, "I'm afraid you don't dare."

"Why don't I dare to be a beggar?" Bi Wu raised his eyebrows and asked angrily.

Aunt Shan said proudly: "Because she is your sister-in-law, hahaha, she must die, don't you think that you will not be able to commit the following crimes, if the God of Vigorous Killing knows about this, I don't know if she will crawl out from under the nine springs to send you off A few slaps..."

Bi Wu was furious and cursed angrily, "You fart..."

At this moment, a middle-aged Hanako walked over urgently from the group of Hanako.I saw the middle-aged Huazi anxiously pulled Bi Wu's torn sleeves, leaned into Bi Wu's ear and whispered a few words.

The old beggar Bi Wu's complexion changed drastically when he heard that, he couldn't help looking at the middle-aged Huazi, and said in a broken voice, "Didn't you say that the master only accepted one man named Situ Meng?"

Aunt Shan smiled coldly and said: "She is Shangguan Xiaowan's senior sister, but her mental skills are a thousand miles behind Shangguan's girl, she is a femme fatale."

The old beggar Bi Wu suddenly understood the meaning of Aunt Shan's words, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that? What are femme fatales! You are insulting the reputation of the beggar gang."

"Mr. Bi's best not to ask at the moment, you will know after a long time." Liu Qianwen was worried that Aunt Shan would say something more, so she hurriedly interrupted him.

While talking, the middle-aged Huazi murmured a few more words in Bi Wu's ear, seeing Nangong Haotian frown, like two big friends.

No one knew what Nangong Haotian was thinking, but the old beggar Bi Wu nodded knowingly, looked at Liu Qianwen, and asked, "Dare to ask Miss Liu, do you know the clothes, weapons and age of that Shangguan girl?"

"About eighteen or nineteen years old, generous, beautiful, bright and heroic, with a sword, wearing a bright red dress, and the sword is a red silk fringe..." Liu Qianwen said modestly.

Suddenly, among several martial artists from Dananzhuang, someone exclaimed in amazement, and lost his voice: "The woman who jumped out of the fire cave just now, didn't she wear red clothes, hang herself with a sword, and hang herself with red silk tassels?" ?”

Having said that, many people have seconded it.

"Yes, yes, maybe it's that Shangguan girl!"

"I also think it's possible, what a femme fatale, such a beautiful girl, is actually so bad, alas, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Uh—how do you know he's a beautiful girl? Have you seen it? Didn't that person just say that she was an ugly girl with scars all over her face?"

"I don't know either. Didn't that person named Nangong Haotian just say that she is very beautiful? So I also thought that she is really a femme fatale!"

Everyone fell to the ground!

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Nangong Haotian's anxious mood gradually calmed down, which itself has many doubts. If that woman is really Shangguan Xiaowan, why does she have so many black, purple and blue scars on her face?

Thinking about it, Nangong Haotian had already heard someone say: "This Miss Liu said she is beautiful and generous, but what Martial Master Zhang saw was scars all over her face!"

Nangong Haotian was anxious to regain his composure, and found that Master Lin, who was frowning, was looking at Martial Master Zhang, and asked solemnly, "Master Zhang, are you sure you read correctly?"

I saw that Martial Master Zhang respectfully said in a very positive voice: "Reporting to the master, my subordinates are absolutely right. The girl in red came down to the ground and hurriedly pulled the black scarf that was floating down!"

Nangong Haotian frowned, full of questions, just about to ask something, when he suddenly saw Master Faming with a dignified expression, his eyes lit up, and he hurried towards the silver-clothed swordsman with a sword in his hand and an angry face.

Master Fa Ming walked up to the silver-clothed swordsman and bowed his upper body slightly, it would be a loss of his status as an eminent monk, so he couldn't speak in a whisper, so he lowered his voice and asked in a harmonious voice: "Hero Wang, doesn't that girl you met also look ugly? The clothes she wears, her last name..."

"Master, please forgive me for offending me..." But before the words were finished, Yinshanjian barely leaned back and interrupted Master Faming, saying: "I don't want to be a person who does not keep promises!"

Master Faming smiled wryly and nodded, put his hands together and chose a dharma name, and said modestly: "Amitabha, don't get in the way, if there is something difficult for a hero, don't say it."

"I have promised that girl to keep the secret on her behalf. Master Wanwang forgive me." The silver-shirted swordsman smiled apologetically, and said to him a little embarrassed. He didn't want to offend Master Faming. After all, Shaolin is a great school of martial arts, and it is as famous as Wudang. Taishan Beidou.

Aunt Shan was eager to know if the masked woman in red was Shangguan Xiaowan. Seeing that the silver-clothed swordsman was still unwilling to reveal who the ugly woman who reported to him was, she was furious and shouted: "Silver Swordsman in Shirts, let me tell you again, unless you kill me, if you don’t tell me who that ugly woman is tonight, you will never leave this place alive.”

Nangong Haotian also looked at Silver Fir Swordsman with crossed eyebrows, if he really didn't want to say it and said he had to get him out of here, it doesn't matter even if he used that trick.

The silver-clothed swordsman was already full of anger. At this time, he stretched out his sword arm and made a posture to clear the field. As everyone retreated, he focused on Aunt Shan and said angrily: "As long as you win the sword in my hand, I will tell you you."

Aunt Shan couldn't help but glared angrily, suppressed the anger in her heart, and waited for the moment when Nangong Haotian killed him. Thinking about it, he felt very excited, wishing to see the body of Silver Fir Swordsman fell in front of her right away.

"The battle between us is not over yet. If you want to beat Aunt Shan, beat me first!" Nangong Haotian took half a step forward. If these people were not procrastinating and lazy, the battle might be over, really Lots of nonsense.

"Since you want to die, then I will help you!" Although the silver-clothed swordsman shouted forcefully, he had already feared Nangong Haotian in his heart.

When Master Faming saw the silver fir swordsman's sword style, he shouted anxiously: "Fifty strokes are the limit!"

"Fifty strokes are fifty strokes, but one stroke is enough to kill you Silver Fir Swordsman!" Nangong Haotian murmured in his heart, the movements in his hands were not slow, and the Youming Dragon Slayer Sword danced a sword flower, and went up to meet it.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding——" The flaming silver snake had long since disappeared. Nangong Haotian and the silver-clothed swordsman were fighting neither angry nor shouting. Everything seemed so calm. There was the clanging sound of two swords striking each other.

The Nether Dragon Slayer Sword and the Yinshan Swordsman have different attributes, and every time there will be a lot of fog, covering the battle in the field, and even the shadows of people can't be seen.

Just listen to the sound of dragon chant, buzzing sound, flames flying, silver flowers shooting in all directions, accompanied by the whistling of swords and strong wind, the surrounding mist turns into a silver snake for a while, and a fire dragon for a while.

Master Faming on the side bowed his upper body slightly, held his Zen stick in his hand, and watched the flashing sword light with piercing eyes. He was silently counting the moves for the two fighters in the field. Will take action to stop the battle between the two.

Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan were even more secretly anxious, sweat dripping from their temples.

They know that the person Nangong Haotian is fighting with is not an ordinary person, but the first sword master in the current martial arts. If he is not careful, he will be splashed with blood on the spot. It is a pity that he can't see the scene, otherwise this must be a A great battle.

Nearly [-] monks, Taoists, laymen and beggars surrounded the surrounding area. Although they saw Master Faming and Taoist Jingde backing away, they moved forward instead to see more clearly.

At this time, everyone held their breath and stared at the arena intently, because they were afraid that if they blinked, they would miss the strange trick of blood bursting out and people's heads falling to the ground.

The figure flew around, and the moves were like lightning! ! !

Nangong Haotian's cold eyes were like lightning, and he was able to dodge the sword in Yinshan Swordsman's hand with the shortest distance every time, and at the same time hit the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand at him in an extremely strange direction.

Silver Fir Swordsman wanted to vomit blood, the feeling of not being able to hit him made him very uncomfortable, but he had nothing to do, and began to look forward to the end of the fifty strokes soon, so that this would not be the case anymore.

"Ding ding ding——" Nangong Haotian used a few tricky moves again, almost injuring the Silver Fir Swordsman, but the Silver Fir Swordsman's name is not for nothing, and he can save the day every time.

"Huh!" Nangong Haotian snorted coldly, the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand flashed, and with a flick of the wrist, a swipe of the sword, unexpectedly pointed at the wrist of the Silver Fir Swordsman.

"Drink—" Silver Fir Swordsman yelled angrily, turned sideways, turned the silver sword in his hand lightly, and went straight to the tip of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword.

"Ding——" when the two swords met, time, space, and breathing stopped instantly at this moment, and the surrounding fog was forced to disperse by the momentum of the sword, revealing Nangong Haotian and Yinshan Swordsman standing still .

Everyone only heard a light sound, and then the two people who were still were a little puzzled for a while. What is going on here? Is it going to be a winner?Breath is audible.

Suddenly seeing Master Fa Ming who was watching the scene, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted: "Fifty strokes have arrived."

Master Faming yelled, and the long, medium, and short atmosphere was immediately destroyed. Nangong Haotian glanced at his star eyes and snorted coldly. He stretched out the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand, and the power of chaos surged out, striking the Silver Fir Swordsman along the blade. .

"Let go!" Silver Fir Swordsman yelled angrily, and at the same time, the vigorous qi flowing in his body also rushed over, and the sword moves of the two became a competition of internal strength.