The Reckless Man Started by Breaking Through Shawshank

Wu Yazi laughed and scolded: "With your mouth, you can say anything to you."

He said, and sighed: "Four children, your talent is really only seen in the teacher's life, especially the one of the sword, the master is far inferior to you."

"Our Xiaoyao faction, every disciple has been seeking in his life, but the word Xiaoyao, because the teacher was trapped by love in his early years, it really can't be regarded as Xiaoyao, and now it's half buried, only to realize that time is fleeting."

"Master He looks at the boy's face, and he will definitely live longer than Nanshan. What do you mean by cutting into the earth." Liu Si'er said: "Also, for me, Master is the most carefree person I have ever met."

Wu Yazi smiled and shook his head, just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves galloping, Wu Yazi frowned, Liu Si'er quickly turned around and saw a group of women in green cloaks riding horses Galloping past, the weapons in their hands have been removed from their sheaths, and their faces are nervous.

"Ling Vulture Palace?" Liu Si'er was stunned for a moment.

Over the past year, he also wanted to go to the trouble of looking for Tianshang Tongmao, but unfortunately he was stopped by Wuyazi, not because of his old relationship. After so many years, Wuyazi has already stopped thinking about these things, not to mention this is Liu Sier A promise made to Li Qiushui.

According to Wu Yazi, the martial arts of Tianshan Tongmao are the only ones in the world, and I am afraid that Liu Si'er will never return.

Fortunately, the time for the Immortal-Seeking Conference has come, and Grandma Shantong would not have missed this opportunity that day.

Liu Si'er didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he didn't even have much hatred for Tianshan Tongmao, just to fulfill Li Qiushui's death-defying entrustment. Naturally, he didn't have any thoughts about this group of disciples of the Vulture Palace. Quickly disappear in front of the official road.

Not long after the sound of horseshoes had gone away, someone came behind him on horseback. There were indeed three people walking together. The leader was a handsome and sharp man with a long beard. He looked about 50 or [-] years old and carried a simple long sword on his back.

There was a person behind him, on the bumpy horseback, but he didn't move at all, holding a Taoist ceremony in one hand, and a whisk in the other, a fairy-like willow bone, especially dusty.

The last person was a middle-aged woman with a green dress, very beautiful.

Liu Si'er's eyes were quickly attracted by the man in the lead. The other party was carrying a long sword, and his whole body was also sharp, and he was a good swordsman!

The three quickly rode their horses and disappeared at the end of the road, and Liu Si'er didn't care and left it behind.

No wonder.

The closer you get to Xinyang City, the more people in all kinds of rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there will be disputes. The more people there are, the more disputes there will be, not to mention the temptation to find immortal orders. During this time, Liu Si'er has seen The disputes in the rivers and lakes are unknown, and the mind of nosy has already been put out.

The carriage moved forward for half a column of incense, and suddenly a faint smell of blood came.

Liu Si'er's eyes narrowed, and when he looked around, he saw a few corpses on the pipe in the distance, all with emerald cloaks, and further away, two groups of people were still fighting.

"Sir, what happened?"

"It's just a fight in the rivers and lakes." Liu Si'er smiled and said, "Don't worry about them."

Wu Yazi didn't ask any more questions. For him, this kind of thing doesn't matter at all. After all, even if he is disabled and old now, there are not many people who can hurt him.

Liu Si'er's expression remained the same, and the horse continued to move forward. As he got closer, he could see more clearly. It turned out to be the former disciple of the Vulture Palace and the three people who followed.

However, only the sharp man at the head, and the other two old gods were riding on horses. However, even so, those disciples of the Vulture Palace were also retreating, and some people died all the time.

"Zhuo Bufan! If you slaughter my disciples of Ling Vulture Palace, grandma will never let you go!"

A woman was scolding, but the man smiled disdainfully. The long sword in his hand was merciless and lethal.

"Tianshan Tongmao? Hehe, that day she slaughtered my name, Huijianmen, and I was the only one who escaped. On that day, I swore that I would definitely avenge this bloody sea of ​​revenge."

The man sneered: "After 30 years of painstaking cultivation in Changbai Mountain, I, Zhuo Bufan, have finally become invincible in the world. From now on, the disciples of the Vulture Palace, I will kill one when I see one, and kill another when I see a pair. , suffered all the pain in the world and died.”

Half a foot of the sword light on his sword was unsteady, and in a flash, he cut off two souls under the sword.

"As expected of a sword god, this swordsmanship is superb, it really makes Pindao amazed." The Taoist on the side praised.

"Indeed, with half a foot of sword light, Brother Zhuo has reached the pinnacle of kendo. On the way of kendo, I'm afraid no one can surpass him." The beautiful woman also agreed.

Zhuo Bufan smiled arrogantly, not modestly: "Otherwise, how can I be worthy of my 30 years of penance!"

Liu Si'er listened to several people's words, couldn't help but sneered, and whispered: "That's it? Sword God?"

But he didn't want that Zhuo Bufan's ears were astonishing. Hearing Liu Si'er's words, he immediately looked over. Seeing that he was a weak-crowned young man, he immediately showed disdain: "Huangkou child, keep your mouth shut, or sooner or later disaster will come."

Liu Si'er didn't intend to participate, but when she heard the other party say this, she couldn't help raising her voice and teasing: "Don't take offense to Sword God, I just see that your swordsmanship is sparse, but I don't know who gave you this title, if I were you , and cut that person immediately."

Liu Si'er held back a smile: "Isn't this hurting you?"

Zhuo Bufan was furious, he chopped down the last disciple of the Spirit Vulture Palace with two or three blows, and glared straight at him: "Junior, do you want to die? The big joke of slipping the world!"

He glanced at him and saw a delicate matching sword beside Liu Si'er. He sneered, "You can't even see my realm. You are also equipped with a sword? Isn't it a decoration?"

"What realm are you in?" Liu Si'er smiled and said: "The swordsmanship of Zhou Gong you used has some shadows of the one-word wisdom sword. Although the sword intent is a little entry-level, it is a pity that it is too sharp, and it is not considered a superior artistic conception."

He added another sentence: "In these years, Jianmang dares to call himself a sword god?"

When Zhuo Bufan heard this, his face flushed with anger, and he pointed his sword straight at Liu Si'er, and scolded, "Xiaoer Huangkou, since you want to die, this old man will do it for you!"

"Draw your sword! Otherwise, you won't have this chance again in this life!"

Chapter 79 The Mad Monk and Su Wuhou

Liu Si'er placed his right hand slightly on the sword beside him, smiled, and said, "Want me to draw the sword?"

"You're not worthy."

He picked up the wooden branch that he was waving at will, and said with a smile, "Just use this."

"Insulting me too much! Die!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes were on fire, his long sword gleamed with blue light, and he was as fast as lightning, like thunder.

Liu Si'er stood still, looking at the opponent's sword stance nonchalantly, with the wooden branch in his hand fluttering towards him.

"break!"

He spit out a word, the sword shadow that filled the sky seemed to be nothingness, let the wooden branch point in, poked straight on Zhuo Bufan's wrist, and with a spit, Zhuo Bufan only felt that his wrist was numb, and the long sword was already out of hand.

Zhuo Bufan looked at his hands blankly.

"what?"

Everything happened so fast, he didn't even react, he immediately slashed the young man under the sword, why did the opponent stab the wooden branch in his hand, and the sword left his hand?

It's like a child's play.

He was stunned for a moment before reacting, and his heart was full of disbelief.

"You... what kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Liu Si'er waved the wooden branches carelessly, and did not take the matter to heart at all, and said, "It's just a swordsmanship that I created in my spare time. It's not perfect yet, so naturally I can't name it."

"What? Want to learn?"

Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth, and his face suddenly turned red.

Seeing his expression, Liu Si'er only found it funny, and said, "Don't make trouble, you can't learn it."

"Although my swordsmanship is not yet complete, I am confident that I can break the world's swordsmanship. When I finish my deduction, the world's martial arts will be invincible. A talent like you—"

There was a trace of disgust on his face: "It takes 30 years of hard work to reach this level, and after another 100 years of practice, you are not my single enemy."

Zhuo Bufan was indignant, he learned swordsmanship all his life, why is kendo cultivator not amazed?Even an unjust Taoist, such as Fairy Jade, who has a long-standing reputation in the rivers and lakes, was shocked to see his own swordsmanship, but was demoted to nothing by this weak-crowned young man.

However, thinking that the other party had broken his swordsmanship with just one move, those mad words could no longer be spoken.

Even if he is sad and angry, Zhuo Bufan has to admit that the gap between himself and the other party is too great, and the other party fighting with him is really like playing with a child.

Disgrace yourself!

Liu Si'er didn't care about Zhuo Bufan's thoughts, he waved his whip, and the horse neighed and opened its hooves.

"wait wait wait!"

Zhuo Bufan shouted, and trotted to keep up with two steps: "And ask the young man's name?"

Liu Si'er looked back and said, "You don't need to ask for your name. You call yourself a Sword God, but you are defeated by me. You must be unwilling. In that case, you can call me Sword Demon."

After speaking, he couldn't help laughing at himself, and whispered to himself: "Sword Demon? It seems to be quite good. It's a wonderful thing to be a sword in a lifetime."

......

Xinyang City, Xiaojing Lake, night shrouded the earth.

But at this time, it is already crowded with people. Tomorrow is the time of the Immortal Seeking Conference, and many people are already waiting here.

Not all of the people present had the search for immortal orders, or rather, most of them did not.

Xiaojing Lake is not a remote and high place. Even people who don't have a search for immortals want to join in the fun and see the demeanor of immortals, not to mention those with ulterior motives.

There are fights from time to time, and everyone has long been accustomed to it, just giving up an open space, waiting for the outcome or life and death to be decided, and everyone either applauds or boos.

If you take out the search for immortal order, it will attract the attention of the people around you. As long as you are not a famous person, someone will dare to take risks.

By the lake, a monk in ragged clothes had dull eyes, muttering to himself, drool flowing down the corner of his mouth without knowing it.

A few people next to them showed disgust and scolded: "This world's grand event, really everyone is here, there is still a fool here."

"Indeed, indeed, so stupid, what is he doing here? He also deserves to see the immortal? I'm not afraid of contaminating the eyes of immortals."

"Hmph, on such a big day, seeing this person is really disappointing."

One person said, taking two steps forward, raising his legs to kick the old monk into the lake.

The monk didn't realize it, still staring into the distance in a demented way, but at some point one hand went around behind his back and grabbed the other's feet.

"you--"

The man was instantly furious and said, "Let go of your dirty hands! Otherwise, don't blame the ruthless master!"

The monk turned around, but suddenly showed a crazy smile.

"Knife?"

He tilted his head, as if thinking about something, and muttered: "Knife, knife, yes, flaming knife!"

He let go of his hand, and the man looked at the dirty hand on his clean robe with disgust, and scolded angrily: "Damn beggar, it stained the uncle's—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and blood slowly seeped out from his face, more and more, more and more, and half of his body slipped down.

The people around were startled and took a few steps back, not knowing what happened.

"Yes, yes."

The monk looked at his hand and laughed madly: "Flaming knife, flaming knife is so good!"

"Come again! Come again!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked around, everyone looked suspicious and looked at the old monk, but before he could respond, he saw that the monk was dancing on the spot, like a juggling act.

"It's just a lunatic, it shouldn't be his hand, but-"

Countless pieces flew around, and the old monk turned into a sea of ​​blood.