Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword

"I'm afraid that the blood knife sect master is exaggerating, that young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong smiled, showing a clear disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. In the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of the Huashan School, the Golden Snake Langjun, and the Tiejianmen.

"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts is better than me, so he can give some advice." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the blood knife tightened.

With white hair and no wind, Hong Antong smiled faintly, and disappeared in place, with a punch already hitting the big hole in the chest of the blood knife ancestor. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised at his speed, he was experienced and well prepared, so he swung it up with a single knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled a dozen tricks. Hong Antong's original martial arts skills were slightly higher than that of the blood knife ancestors, but in reality, he could only fight regardless of the outcome, and he was extremely depressed.

Sangjie on the side saw that the two were about to fight, and quickly jumped into the arena, imagining a few void handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Huh!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Tantric mudra is really well-deserved."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and he secretly thought that he would have a chance to win against any one of the three. The two of the other teamed up to maintain an unbeatable victory at most. The three attacked together. I am afraid that he can only rely on God's action to go far and fly.

"Blood knife ancestor. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao. Seeing that several people had the same goal as himself, he thought that he and them had no hatred, and there was nothing wrong with joining together once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that many masters in the martial arts have seen many, but it is the first time I have seen anyone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he said that. The daily situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword, if I changed it to an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I can't even beat these three.

After seeing the blood knife ancestor’s martial arts, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also interested, but he still had to ask some doubts in his mind: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why would you work together to deal with a small one? Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, folded his palms, and said, "Golden Snake King, we don’t hide it from you. The blood knife sect master and I are now dependent on the seventh emperor of Mongolia, Alibu, the prince, and his elder is close to the Manqing. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates are thinking about whether we can share the worries for him and get rid of the little emperor Kangxi's right hand. As for the leader of Hong, recently he also intends to take refuge in our prince. He intends to make a great contribution before seeing the prince and his old man... "

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but in his heart he secretly calculated the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame knife vs. the wooden sword

: When I find Wei Xiaobao and force him to tell the secret of the 42 chapters, wouldn’t it be better to set up a kingdom overseas? You have to join in and be a slave.

"According to our many investigations, Wei Xiaobao seems to be traveling separately from the big army. Now we should be in the territory of Gusu of Song State. We will ambush him on the way he must go back to Yanjing, Yangzhou!" The four giants just decided to join forces and soon Start planning.

"We must allow him to stay in Yangzhou for a period of time before we have enough time to close the net."

"What weakness does Wei Xiaobao have?"

"Laughter, good gamble, good money."

"Yangzhou has always been a land of fireworks, so you might as well use beauty as a bait..."

"But Wei Xiaobao is an official of the Qing Dynasty. He hasn't seen anything stunning, I'm afraid he won't look down on the average vulgar fan."

"The lady in this seat can barely be called the national beauty and heavenly fragrance, but she was considered a suitable candidate, but it is a pity that the little thief has already met her, and it would be bad if he was suspicious in advance."

"It's a pity that Mrs. Hong's fame has spread far and wide. What a pity."

A group of men are looking at each other, worrying about the bait. At this time, the big tent was opened. Although she is not very old, she is already in a bun. At first glance, she is a married woman. "Big Brother Yuan, I heard that a few have come. The guests?"

Several people looked at each other one after another, and cried out in their hearts: It’s all effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find!

Yuan Chengzhi is full of black lines: Qingqing, you won't come in early or late, but come in at this time.

Who knows that when Xia Qingqing heard of a few people's plans, she became very interested: "It's fun and fun! Just let me go, I don't believe that Wei Xiaobao, the yellow-haired boy, will not fall under my aunt...madam's skirt."

...

Looking back at the match between Song Qingshu and Kumazhi, Kumazhi did not put Song Qingshu in his eyes, but the two faced off from a distance. Kumazhi soon realized his mistake, and the other party was a master. Compared with myself, it is nothing less than to give up.

Song Qingshu knew that the other party was afraid of face and would not take the first move, so he used the "Miyun not raining" to drop the dragon's eighteen palms. The palms alternated with each other, and the sky filled the sky with palm shadows, and he attacked the past.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descending?" Kumozhi was very knowledgeable, and he recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts skills at a glance. He was puzzled, "I just heard those women say that he seems to be surnamed Song, so it must not be Qiao Feng. And Guo Jing, but I’ve never heard of any master beggars helping the younger generation."

Seeing the joy of hunting, Kumozhi used one of Shaolin's 72 stunts, the "Prajna palm" to greet him. The two fisted each other and fought with each other dozens of strokes. One is the strongest palm in the world, and the other It is Shaolin Temple's deepest and never-ending grasp. It is true that every opponent will meet a talented person.

It’s a pity that Song Qingshu hasn’t been able to see the realm of Jianglong’s eighteen palms, so it’s only 70% of power when it comes out. Kumozhi also relied on tricks to play the fifty-ninth chapter of the flame sword vs. the wooden sword.

If you feel the palm, you can only get the shape, not the god, so two and a half hangers can fight for so long.

If at this moment Xiao Feng or Guo Jing made the eighteen palms of Jianglong, Kumozhi simply used Prajna palms to meet the enemy, I am afraid he would have been defeated; the same principle, the Prajna palms were used by the sweeping monk, and Song Qingshu's eighteen palms would not be able to stop them. Ten strokes to live.

Nonetheless, the two men's moves are exquisite, and the surrounding tables and chairs are swept away by the power of the palm, and they are all broken, and they can see two men and three women stunned.

"These god-killing martial arts people, what should I do about this loss?" The boss went upstairs to see a mess, and couldn't help but feel sad, crying.

"Shut up, don't disturb grandpa's interest in watching." Wei Xiaobao was looking eagerly, and threw out a handful of silver tickets to the boss, "I should pay for your loss. Don't say enough!"

"Enough is enough, a few masters will fight slowly, and I will make a pot of tea for you." Seeing the amount of the bank note, the boss suddenly smiled and ran down.

After being interrupted by this, the two took the opportunity to separate, and Ku Mazhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Song Gongzi is the highest martial artist he has encountered since the poor monk entered the Central Plains."

"Shaolin Prajna Palm needs thirty-four years to achieve success. This monk must have learned only a few years. It is really puzzling to be able to practice to such an extent." Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, lowering her head. Thinking hard, seemed puzzled.

"The King of Ming is truly amazing, and one year of cultivation is worth ten years of Shaolin monk!" Song Qing praised sincerely. Although he knew that the other party was motivated by little merit, he was just a flattery. It won't die.

Although Kumozhi was a generation of eminent monks, he could not break his martial arts fame and fortune after all. He heard the other party's admiration. Although he felt ashamed, he showed a faint smile on his face and came to an acquiescence.

However, Song Qingshu was shocked when he saw his smile, and hurriedly ducked to the side. Everyone saw that Song Qingshu had left a few deep holes in the position just now. If he did not hide, he might have been seriously injured at this moment. .

"The ability to easily escape the fingers of the poor monk shows that the son has a profound knowledge of Buddhism. Ordinary people don't know the essence of the Buddha's gesture of holding flowers, and the essence of Venerable Kassapa's smile, naturally, they don't realize the timing of the gesture of the finger..." Kumazhi slowly retracted his fingers one by one, admiring the young man in front of him more and more.

"Coming and not going to be indecent, please accept the trick." Song Qing's written expression was suddenly full of hostility, turning his palms into claws, and attacked fiercely.

When Wei Xiaobao saw that the marble upstairs had left several deep holes under Song Qingshu's grasp, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Big Brother Song is awesome!"

Wang Yuyan frowned. She sighed softly after watching a dozen tricks: "Although the nine-yin claws are so powerful, Song Gongzi doesn't seem to have achieved great success. Now he is driven by martial arts. , I’m afraid it’s inevitable to get caught up in it."

Hear him soft Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword

Duan Yu couldn't help but be stunned by Nuo's voice. In his mind, the contest between two stinky men in the court could not be compared to staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing had half of his mind left on him, but immediately found Duan Yu's dreamlike appearance, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and paying attention to the situation on the court with all his heart.

Sure enough, after Song Qingshu's spirit was exhausted, Kuo Mozhi used the Shaolin Dragon's claw hand, claw-to-claw, forcing Song Qingshu to retreat hastily.

Kumozhi smiled faintly: "The poor monk is very curious about Young Master Song with the wooden sword on his back. Over the past few months, all the way eastward, the poor monks in the Central Plains have also seen a lot of wonderful swordsmanship, such as the Six Meridian God of Duan. Sword, that's also the sword technique that the world is waiting for...but, I have never seen anyone use a wooden sword... Could it be that Song Gongzi thinks that the poor monk is not worthy of your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's skill is the'flaming knife.' I don't know if it is an honor to learn it." Song Qingshu pulled out the wooden sword, and a deadly chain of three immortal swords attacked it.

"Good swordsmanship!" Kumachi gave a secret compliment, and with luck in both palms, he smoothly pushed out.

Wei Xiaobao saw the two dancing swords in the air, and the other several feet apart, repeatedly splitting their palms at the enemy. They only felt dull. They scratched their heads and scratched their ears. He moved in his heart and spoke to Wang Yuyan with a grin. Said: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are playing?" Chapter 60 The Four Schools of Tantric

Seeing that he couldn't understand, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smiled, and explained softly: "The monk used the Tubo Ningma Temple's unique'flame knife'. Every time the palm of his hand is split, there is a sharp and hot blade. Song Gongzi attacked; as for the sword technique used by Song Gongzi, it should be based on the Five Sacred Sect swordsmanship, but one move is often just used, and it immediately becomes another one. Although I know every move, it changes together. It has become an ingenious sword technique I have never seen before."

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s voice, the experience of Kumo’s wisdom in the field was even more intense. The person on the opposite side used some fairly standard and unremarkable swordsmanship, but together they were extremely exquisite. Only a master of his vision can understand. The opponent was no longer playing swordsmanship, but sword intent.

"But the two of them moved on the same spot, can they really beat each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked suspiciously, but he was happy in his heart: dead, with such a nice voice, if you call me Xiaobao husband in the future, I will be the younger one. Live ten... Oh no, I would like to live for one year.

"The fan monk's sword aura can reach several feet away. Song Gongzi is using his exquisite sword technique to find the weakest place of the opponent's sword aura. Therefore, every time he stabbed with his sword, he can disperse the fan monk's sword aura." Wang Yuyan Seeing her face shining brightly, the duel between the two top masters brought her knowledge of martial arts to a higher level, and thought that she must tell her cousin well next time.

In the field, Song Qingshu jumped out of Kumazhi's attack circle, and immediately said, "I have conceded."

Kumazhi had a puzzled expression: "The young man has swordsmanship, and the poor monk has not taken the slightest advantage. How can he admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu put the wooden sword in front of him with a wry smile, looked at the slightly scorched sword above, and sighed: "Ming King's flame sword is extremely hot, and I am afraid that my wooden sword will burn if I hit it again."

Song Qingshu knew very well in his heart that his skill was not as good as the opponent's, otherwise it would be impossible for the sword to be damaged by the heat of the opponent's sword aura. If Dugu wanted to defeat the wooden sword with this sword, not to mention the flame sword aura, I'm afraid it would count. The real flames can't hurt the wooden sword at all, wooden swords, wooden swords, you are so pitiful, he sighed secretly when he met a master like me.

"Hahaha~" Ku Mazhi let out a long laugh, "Song Gongzi's swordsmanship is superb, and he is upright and upright. It's really rare."

At this time, Wei Xiaobao had an idea, knowing that he should be on the court, and he immediately jumped out: "Since you gorillas cherish each other, what else are you playing? You are all brothers from all corners of the world. You two sit down and have a glass of water at the bar, the store, and you Bring me the best vegetarian dishes."

"okay!"

Hearing the acceptance from the store, Kumozhi felt very comfortable inside, and couldn't help but glance at Wei Xiaobao: "Look at this little brother's costume, he should be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"The master is really a master, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can tell at a glance." Wei Xiaobao's exaggerated expression of admiration made Ku Mazhi very useful. Chapter 60 The Four Schools of Tantra

Seeing that he couldn't understand, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smiled, and explained softly: "The monk used the Tubo Ningma Temple's unique'flame knife'. Every time the palm of his hand is split, there is a sharp and hot blade. Song Gongzi attacked; as for the sword technique used by Song Gongzi, it should be based on the Five Sacred Sect swordsmanship, but one move is often just used, and it immediately becomes another one. Although I know every move, it changes together. It has become an ingenious sword technique I have never seen before."

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s voice, the experience of Kumo’s wisdom in the field was even more intense. The person on the opposite side used some fairly standard and unremarkable swordsmanship, but together they were extremely exquisite. Only a master of his vision can understand. The opponent was no longer playing swordsmanship, but sword intent.

"But the two of them moved on the same spot, can they really beat each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked suspiciously, but he was happy in his heart: dead, with such a nice voice, if you call me Xiaobao husband in the future, I will be the younger one. Live ten... Oh no, I would like to live for one year.

"The fan monk's sword aura can reach several feet away. Song Gongzi is using his exquisite sword technique to find the weakest place of the opponent's sword aura. Therefore, every time he stabbed with his sword, he can disperse the fan monk's sword aura." Wang Yuyan Seeing her face shining brightly, the duel between the two top masters brought her knowledge of martial arts to a higher level, and thought that she must tell her cousin well next time.

In the field, Song Qingshu jumped out of Kumazhi's attack circle, and immediately said, "I have conceded."

Kumazhi had a puzzled expression: "The young man has swordsmanship, and the poor monk has not taken the slightest advantage. How can he admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu put the wooden sword in front of him with a wry smile, looked at the slightly scorched sword above, and sighed: "Ming King's flame sword is extremely hot, and I am afraid that my wooden sword will burn if I hit it again."

Song Qingshu knew very well in his heart that his skill was not as good as the opponent's, otherwise it would be impossible for the sword to be damaged by the heat of the opponent's sword aura. If Dugu wanted to defeat the wooden sword with this sword, not to mention the flame sword aura, I'm afraid it would count. The real flames can't hurt the wooden sword at all, wooden swords, wooden swords, you are so pitiful, he sighed secretly when he met a master like me.

"Hahaha~" Ku Mazhi let out a long laugh, "Song Gongzi's swordsmanship is superb, and he is upright and upright. It's really rare."

At this time, Wei Xiaobao had an idea, knowing that he should be on the court, and he immediately jumped out: "Since you gorillas cherish each other, what else are you playing? You are all brothers from all corners of the world. You two sit down and have a glass of water at the bar, the store, and you Bring me the best vegetarian dishes."

"okay!"

Hearing the acceptance from the store, Kumozhi felt very comfortable inside, and couldn't help but glance at Wei Xiaobao: "Look at this little brother's costume, he should be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"The master is really a master, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can tell at a glance." Wei Xiaobao's exaggerated expression of admiration made Ku Mazhi very useful. Chapter 60 The Four Schools of Tantra

Seeing that he couldn't understand, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smiled, and explained softly: "The monk used the Tubo Ningma Temple's unique'flame knife'. Every time the palm of his hand is split, there is a sharp and hot blade. Song Gongzi attacked; as for the sword technique used by Song Gongzi, it should be based on the Five Sacred Sect swordsmanship, but one move is often just used, and it immediately becomes another one. Although I know every move, it changes together. It has become an ingenious sword technique I have never seen before."

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s voice, the experience of Kumo’s wisdom in the field was even more intense. The person on the opposite side used some fairly standard and unremarkable swordsmanship, but together they were extremely exquisite. Only a master of his vision can understand. The opponent was no longer playing swordsmanship, but sword intent.

"But the two of them moved on the same spot, can they really beat each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked suspiciously, but he was happy in his heart: dead, with such a nice voice, if you call me Xiaobao husband in the future, I will be the younger one. Live ten... Oh no, I would like to live for one year.

"The fan monk's sword aura can reach several feet away. Song Gongzi is using his exquisite sword technique to find the weakest place of the opponent's sword aura. Therefore, every time he stabbed with his sword, he can disperse the fan monk's sword aura." Wang Yuyan Seeing her face shining brightly, the duel between the two top masters brought her knowledge of martial arts to a higher level, and thought that she must tell her cousin well next time.

In the field, Song Qingshu jumped out of Kumazhi's attack circle, and immediately said, "I have conceded."

Kumazhi had a puzzled expression: "The young man has swordsmanship, and the poor monk has not taken the slightest advantage. How can he admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu put the wooden sword in front of him with a wry smile, looked at the slightly scorched sword above, and sighed: "Ming King's flame sword is extremely hot, and I am afraid that my wooden sword will burn if I hit it again."

Song Qingshu knew very well in his heart that his skill was not as good as the opponent's, otherwise it would be impossible for the sword to be damaged by the heat of the opponent's sword aura. If Dugu wanted to defeat the wooden sword with this sword, not to mention the flame sword aura, I'm afraid it would count. The real flames can't hurt the wooden sword at all, wooden swords, wooden swords, you are so pitiful, he sighed secretly when he met a master like me.

"Hahaha~" Ku Mazhi let out a long laugh, "Song Gongzi's swordsmanship is superb, and he is upright and upright. It's really rare."

At this time, Wei Xiaobao had an idea, knowing that he should be on the court, and he immediately jumped out: "Since you gorillas cherish each other, what else are you playing? You are all brothers from all corners of the world. You two sit down and have a glass of water at the bar, the store, and you Bring me the best vegetarian dishes."

"okay!"

Hearing the acceptance from the store, Kumozhi felt very comfortable inside, and couldn't help but glance at Wei Xiaobao: "Look at this little brother's costume, he should be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"The master is really a master, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can tell at a glance." Wei Xiaobao's exaggerated expression of admiration made Ku Mazhi very useful. Chapter 60 The Four Schools of Tantra

Seeing that he couldn't understand, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smiled, and explained softly: "The monk used the Tubo Ningma Temple's unique'flame knife'. Every time the palm of his hand is split, there is a sharp and hot blade. Song Gongzi attacked; as for the sword technique used by Song Gongzi, it should be based on the Five Sacred Sect swordsmanship, but one move is often just used, and it immediately becomes another one. Although I know every move, it changes together. It has become an ingenious sword technique I have never seen before."

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s voice, the experience of Kumo’s wisdom in the field was even more intense. The person on the opposite side used some fairly standard and unremarkable swordsmanship, but together they were extremely exquisite. Only a master of his vision can understand. The opponent was no longer playing swordsmanship, but sword intent.

"But the two of them moved on the same spot, can they really beat each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked suspiciously, but he was happy in his heart: dead, with such a nice voice, if you call me Xiaobao husband in the future, I will be the younger one. Live ten... Oh no, I would like to live for one year.

"The fan monk's sword aura can reach several feet away. Song Gongzi is using his exquisite sword technique to find the weakest place of the opponent's sword aura. Therefore, every time he stabbed with his sword, he can disperse the fan monk's sword aura." Wang Yuyan Seeing her face shining brightly, the duel between the two top masters brought her knowledge of martial arts to a higher level, and thought that she must tell her cousin well next time.

In the field, Song Qingshu jumped out of Kumazhi's attack circle, and immediately said, "I have conceded."

Kumazhi had a puzzled expression: "The young man has swordsmanship, and the poor monk has not taken the slightest advantage. How can he admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu put the wooden sword in front of him with a wry smile, looked at the slightly scorched sword above, and sighed: "Ming King's flame sword is extremely hot, and I am afraid that my wooden sword will burn if I hit it again."

Song Qingshu knew very well in his heart that his skill was not as good as the opponent's, otherwise it would be impossible for the sword to be damaged by the heat of the opponent's sword aura. If Dugu wanted to defeat the wooden sword with this sword, not to mention the flame sword aura, I'm afraid it would count. The real flames can't hurt the wooden sword at all, wooden swords, wooden swords, you are so pitiful, he sighed secretly when he met a master like me.

"Hahaha~" Ku Mazhi let out a long laugh, "Song Gongzi's swordsmanship is superb, and he is upright and upright. It's really rare."

At this time, Wei Xiaobao had an idea, knowing that he should be on the court, and he immediately jumped out: "Since you gorillas cherish each other, what else are you playing? You are all brothers from all corners of the world. You two sit down and have a glass of water at the bar, the store, and you Bring me the best vegetarian dishes."

"okay!"

Hearing the acceptance from the store, Kumozhi felt very comfortable inside, and couldn't help but glance at Wei Xiaobao: "Look at this little brother's costume, he should be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"The master is really a master, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can tell at a glance." Wei Xiaobao's exaggerated expression of admiration made Ku Mazhi very useful. Chapter 60 The Four Schools of Tantra

Seeing that he couldn't understand, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smiled, and explained softly: "The monk used the Tubo Ningma Temple's unique'flame knife'. Every time the palm of his hand is split, there is a sharp and hot blade. Song Gongzi attacked; as for the sword technique used by Song Gongzi, it should be based on the Five Sacred Sect swordsmanship, but one move is often just used, and it immediately becomes another one. Although I know every move, it changes together. It has become an ingenious sword technique I have never seen before."

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s voice, the experience of Kumo’s wisdom in the field was even more intense. The person on the opposite side used some fairly standard and unremarkable swordsmanship, but together they were extremely exquisite. Only a master of his vision can understand. The opponent was no longer playing swordsmanship, but sword intent.

"But the two of them moved on the same spot, can they really beat each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked suspiciously, but he was happy in his heart: dead, with such a nice voice, if you call me Xiaobao husband in the future, I will be the younger one. Live ten... Oh no, I would like to live for one year.

"The fan monk's sword aura can reach several feet away. Song Gongzi is using his exquisite sword technique to find the weakest place of the opponent's sword aura. Therefore, every time he stabbed with his sword, he can disperse the fan monk's sword aura." Wang Yuyan Seeing her face shining brightly, the duel between the two top masters brought her knowledge of martial arts to a higher level, and thought that she must tell her cousin well next time.

In the field, Song Qingshu jumped out of Kumazhi's attack circle, and immediately said, "I have conceded."

Kumazhi had a puzzled expression: "The young man has swordsmanship, and the poor monk has not taken the slightest advantage. How can he admit defeat?"

Song Qingshu put the wooden sword in front of him with a wry smile, looked at the slightly scorched sword above, and sighed: "Ming King's flame sword is extremely hot, and I am afraid that my wooden sword will burn if I hit it again."

Song Qingshu knew very well in his heart that his skill was not as good as the opponent's, otherwise it would be impossible for the sword to be damaged by the heat of the opponent's sword aura. If Dugu wanted to defeat the wooden sword with this sword, not to mention the flame sword aura, I'm afraid it would count. The real flames can't hurt the wooden sword at all, wooden swords, wooden swords, you are so pitiful, he sighed secretly when he met a master like me.

"Hahaha~" Ku Mazhi let out a long laugh, "Song Gongzi's swordsmanship is superb, and he is upright and upright. It's really rare."

At this time, Wei Xiaobao had an idea, knowing that he should be on the court, and he immediately jumped out: "Since you gorillas cherish each other, what else are you playing? You are all brothers from all corners of the world. You two sit down and have a glass of water at the bar, the store, and you Bring me the best vegetarian dishes."

"okay!"

Hearing the acceptance from the store, Kumozhi felt very comfortable inside, and couldn't help but glance at Wei Xiaobao: "Look at this little brother's costume, he should be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"The master is really a master, I haven't introduced myself yet, you can tell at a glance." Wei Xiaobao's exaggerated expression of admiration made Ku Mazhi very useful.