Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Ah Fei said: "I haven't compared it, I don't know." He didn't care much about this matter, and he didn't want to think too much about things that haven't happened yet.

While the few people were talking, the man who had lost his breath revived.What's more, his wounds are also slowly healing, although it's only a little bit, it's really happening.

04 Sun Xiaohong and A Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and sent him to Baidi, also holding the last ray of hope, holding him mysterious and unpredictable, like a god or a ghost.

I never thought that I really saved a mortal man.

Bai Ziyang looked at it and nodded again and again: "That's right, I didn't expect to be trained by a scholar for the first time."

Lin Lingling exclaimed: "The young master is so amazing! The young master seems to be good at everything."

After the curiosity passed, Bai Ziyang stood up lazily and said, "No matter how powerful you are, you will never have children, and no matter how powerful you are, you still have to eat. Hurry up and bring in the food."

Lin Lingling stuck out her tongue, made a promise, and ran to the gate to get food.

another place.

A small wooden house.There is only one table, one chair, and one stone couch in the room.There is nothing else.

People in the martial arts would never have imagined that the most powerful and richest person in the Jianghu would live in such a simple place.

Jing Wuming was outside the door, while Shangguan Jinhong was inside.

Shangguan Jin Hong said: "You have the smell of blood on your body, that's why you killed someone."

Jing Wuming said indifferently: "Yes, I met the 'Songyang Iron Sword' and practiced the sword with him. When I left, I also saw A Fei."

Shangguan Jin Hong narrowed his eyes and said, "You didn't do anything."

Jing Wuming said: "No."

Shangguan Jin Hong said: "How many swords have you used against him?"

Jing Wuming said: "Thirty-three swords."

Shangguan Jinhong raised his eyebrows, and suddenly laughed and said: "Then Ah Fei must be able to see your sword skills from the wound on the 'Songyang Iron Sword'. Very good, now I want you to fight Ah Fei in three days."

Jing Wuming said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming didn't ask why, he just had to obey Shangguan Jinhong's words.He doesn't need to think so much about why, the meaning of his existence is to kill, for Shangguan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong continued, "I hope you use your right sword."

Jing Wuming's body trembled, how could Shangguan Jinhong know about this.He raised his head and said, "You know."

Shangguan Jin Hong said: "I knew it a long time ago, because the callus on your right hand is very thick, I really can't think of what you can do with your hand other than draw a sword."

Jing Wuming was silent, whether it was the left-handed sword or the right-handed sword, this sword was only for Shangguan Jinhong after all.It's just that there are some things he wants to know, I'm afraid it's hard to know.

Shangguan Jinhong is a confident and safe person. He looked at the handkerchief on the wooden table. The handkerchief was white, because white made him see what was on it more clearly.

Those are two hairs, one to be precise... That is a hair that has been divided into two, not silver, but blue hair.

No one knows who gave him this hair, but this hair was obtained in Xingyunzhuang, which was Xingyunzhuang in the cold winter last year.

Shangguan Jinhong did not look for 'Baidi' for a long time, because of this hair, every time he looked at it, he couldn't help but tremble, no matter what, he couldn't suppress the trembling.

What kind of sword can split a black thread in two, and what kind of person can use such a sword technique?

The word 'Baidi' has been pressing on his heart, like a big mountain, a majestic mountain.

How does the unrivaled hero make others stand taller than him?But he was afraid, really afraid, he was so afraid that he urgently needed to regain his old self-confidence, and Old Man Tianji and Xiao Li Feidao were the self-confidence he was looking for.

Shangguan Jinhong focused his eyes, grabbed the handkerchief, and squeezed it vigorously... With a wave of his palm, the dust was wiped away.

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At dusk, at dusk... Zuixianju Xiaoer sent a letter, the letter was for Ah Fei.

Three days later, I went ten miles out of the west city, under the forest outside the long pavilion.

Jing Wuming.

The one who wrote the letter was from gold, from the money gang, and the gold was terrible.

When he received this letter, Ah Fei went out very calmly, not alarming anyone, but everyone in the village knew that he had gone out.

Sun Xiaohong asked: "Which of them will win?"

Bai Ziyang smiled and said, "You really want to know."

Sun Xiaohong bit her lip and said, "Of course I want to know. The battle between A Fei and Jing Wuming can't help but concern themselves. It is more related to the success or failure of Xiao Li Feidao and Shangguan Jinhong, and even the fate of the entire martial arts world."

Bai Ziyang smiled and said, "Martial arts destiny, what are you doing to you little girl?"

There is only one maple tree in the courtyard, the red leaves are somewhat withered and yellow, and the branches are red and yellow.

Autumn is almost gone, and winter is approaching.The north wind rustled and the leaves rustled, as if the heaven and the earth were killing each other.

Sun Xiaohong glared at him angrily, and said: "My grandfather and Shangguan Jinhong are only brothers, he is not sure that he can win against Shangguan Jinhong, and naturally Shangguan Jinhong is not sure that he can win against grandpa. The terrible thing is that Shangguan Jinhong has no life As a helper, fortunately, A Fei helped to maintain the evenly matched situation between the good and the evil."

"See it?"

Sun Xiaohong followed the words and looked at Diao'er...

"That's a look of contempt. Don't put gold on your grandfather's face. He must be the one who died when he faced Shangguan Jin Hong."

"You..." Sun Xiaohong was impatient, and looked at Diao'er's small sparkling eyes, which seemed to be contemptuous.The more you look, the more you look like, the more you look like, the angrier you get: "I'll kill you little bastard, even you dare to bully me."