The tall purple-robed old man is Helian Rongfan, the leader of the Longhu Gang, the largest gang in Daxia. As the deputy leader of the Swordsman Mission this time, he is responsible for presiding over the daily affairs of the Swordsman Mission. Helian Rongfan frowned, Jianghu

Luo Fengyang was said to be bohemian and harsh in speech, but now it seems that he is indeed well-deserved.

As soon as Luo Fengyang finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a black hair on his left face jumped off his horse and landed two feet in front of Luo Fengyang's donkey. His feet stepped on it intentionally or unintentionally.

Standing on a weak green grass, the grass did not fall down. This man seemed to be unintentional, but in fact he showed a superb light body skill. The middle-aged man looked Luo Fengyang up and down, and said proudly: "You are Luo Fengyang

?”

Luo Fengyang nodded with a smile on his face, "If you are not Luo Fengyang, then I must be! I called Wild Ass to come out, what are you doing? It's because the old Wild Ass's pants were not pulled up, so he

Are you exposed?"

The middle-aged man was furious and said sternly: "I am Murong Guanfeng, the great protector of Jinhong Sect of Daxia! When I was in Daxia, I heard that you were the second best in the world. I don't accept it. I want to challenge you. If you lose

Now, we must give up our second position in the world!"

Luo Fengyang smiled and said: "The No. 2 in the world was judged by Wan Deyan, the owner of Canghai Tower, and his gang of bastards. I didn't think that I was the No. 2 in the world. If they said that I was the No. 2 in the world, then I am the No. 2 in the world.

What’s wrong? If those bastards in Canghai Tower say that Luo Fengyang is Murong Guanfeng’s biological father, are you ready to take away this title too?”

Murong Guanfeng was a reckless man and was not very proficient in Dashang's language. He rolled his eyes and asked doubtfully: "Luo Fengyang, what do you mean by this?" There was a man in the Daxia Swordsman Corps who was about forty years old.

The old and skinny Taoist priest held a fly whisk in his left hand and stroked his beard with his right hand. He laughed happily and said, "Luo Fengyang said that he is your biological father. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow?"

Murong Guanfeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He turned around and cursed in Daxia dialect: "Ren Taoist An, I am your biological father. Kneel down and kowtow to me!" The two men started to curse each other in Daxia dialect. The deputy on the side

Commander Helian Rongfan suddenly felt his face was dull. The enemy was facing him. Before he could take action against Luo Fengyang, his own people started a civil strife. Helian Rongfan shouted angrily, "That's enough for you two! You still have to fight."

Aren't you embarrassed?" Then the two of them closed their mouths.

Tang Jiusheng bent over with a smile, coughed twice, laughed, and asked: "Uncle Luo, why don't you give this Murong Guanfeng to me, and I'll test the water!" Luo Fengyang looked at Tang Jiusheng

,again

He looked at Murong Guanfeng, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Well, if you beat him, that's enough. Then you should be more careful. I heard that there are still three or two masters in Jinhong Sect!"

Tang Jiusheng agreed, dismounted calmly, twisted his neck with his hands, and said with a smile: "Murong, I heard that you are very capable, I am here to fight with you!"

Murong Guanfeng shook his head, "Tang Jiusheng, go back, you are not my opponent, Luo Fengyang is!"

Tang Jiusheng laughed loudly, "There are only two of us here. You fight me first. As long as you can beat me, you are qualified to fight Luo Daxia. If you can't even win me, how can you be qualified to fight me?"

Daxia Luo takes action?"

Murong Guanfeng sighed, and the black hair on the left side of his face kept shaking. He was obviously very angry, "Tang Jiusheng, you are seeking death yourself, and you can't blame others!" Murong Guanfeng roared and bumped towards Tang Jiusheng.

The distance between the two was only about ten feet, and they were in front of him in an instant. Tang Jiusheng's eyes suddenly flashed. It turned out that Murong Guanfeng suddenly accelerated. At some point, there were two daggers in his hand, and a sharp sword aura was pointed directly at Tang Jiusheng's face.

Tang Jiusheng was taken aback, and turned sideways to avoid the insidious blow. Murong Guanfeng, who missed the blow, flipped his wrist, swept out, and stabbed Tang Jiusheng in the chest. Tang Jiusheng simply leaned back and lay down, standing behind him.

The moment his back was about to hit the ground, Tang Jiusheng slapped the ground with one hand and kicked Murong Guanfeng's crotch with his right foot. He even deliberately shouted, "Kill your descendants!"

Murong Guanfeng laughed ferociously, and with a tap of his feet, he rose into the air and easily dodged the kick. Just as Murong Guanfeng was about to take advantage of the momentum to pounce down, Tang Jiusheng had already pulled out the Seven Emotions Sword with a flash of orange sword energy.

Murong Guanfeng grabbed both of Murong Guanfeng's legs. Murong Guanfeng did not panic. He threw the dagger with his left hand at Tang Jiu Sheng, and the man fell backwards. Unexpectedly, Tang Jiu Sheng freed up his left hand to catch his dagger!

Murong Guanfeng was shocked. His short knife was a secret weapon. It would spin when thrown. As long as Tang Jiu Sheng dodged and attacked him again, the knife would turn back and stab Tang Jiu Sheng in the back of the heart. He always hit the mark with every try.

Now that Tang Jiusheng was picked up so easily, Murong Guanfeng was really panicked. Murong Guanfeng stretched out his hand and shouted: "Tang, give me back my sword!"

Tang Jiusheng flicked it casually and said with a smile: "Give it back!" He threw out the dagger and nailed it to the grass three feet away in front of Murong Guanfeng. Tang Jiusheng held up the Seven Emotions Sword with both hands, as if he was about to kill the opponent at any time. Murong Guanfeng

Guanfeng's scalp was numb, and he could only feel it slowly

He knelt down, stared at Tang Jiusheng, and went to touch the dagger. Tang Jiusheng suddenly swung his sword and rushed forward. Murong Guanfeng's hand was still two inches away from the handle of the dagger. He was so frightened that he slipped backwards and slipped away more than two feet.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jiusheng jumped forward just to scare him. Tang Jiusheng laughed and said: "I won't scare you anymore. Pick up your knife quickly and come again!" Murong Guanfeng wiped the cold sweat on his head and suddenly lost confidence. It seemed that

This boy named Tang has seen through his heart?

The moment Murong Guanfeng took action with the dagger, Tang Jiusheng could already feel the qi pulling the flying dagger, so he caught the dagger without hesitation, cutting off the connection between Murong Guanfeng and the dagger. Murong Guanfeng was

In the Martial Spirit Realm, Tang Jiuxiang watched the battle between Nangong Yubing and Nangong Qifeng a few days ago, and was injured by Nangong Qifeng. He spent three days recovering from his injury in the Nangong Family. After recovering from the injury, he broke through the realm and entered the Martial Spirit Realm.

Tang Jiu Sheng's Wu Ling Realm is the Tianxuan Jue First Transformation Wu Ling Realm, which is equivalent to the Wu Xuan Realm of ordinary people, so he will not take Murong Guanfeng seriously. Murong Guanfeng believes that the opponent's martial arts realm is comparable to his, but the opponent is too

He was young, and his actual combat experience must be weaker than his own. As a result, the short sword was taken by his opponent in just one round, which was really unexpected.

Murong Guanfeng was filled with fear in his heart, but he pretended to be calm and calm, and asked with a fake smile: "Tang Jiu Sheng, aren't you known as the Master of the Minglong Sword? Where is your Minglong Sword? Why did you change it?"

A sword?"

Tang Jiusheng smiled and said, "The knife is blunt and not easy to use for killing pigs, so I changed to a sword and used it first!" As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the short knife stuck on the ground flew into Tang Jiusheng's hand. Tang Jiusheng raised his hand.

, the short knife flew towards Murong Guanfeng slowly. Murong Guanfeng felt happy and reached out to pick up the knife. Unexpectedly, the knife suddenly accelerated in the middle and was inserted into Murong Guanfeng's throat.

Murong Guanfeng was so surprised that he bent backwards from an iron bridge, trying to avoid the knife. Unexpectedly, the knife suddenly fell again and landed on Murong Guanfeng's chest, but it did not hurt him at all.

Murong Guanfeng was blushing. The opponent did not save face for him, but spared his life. He was so young, but had such a skill in wielding a sword. Murong Guanfeng felt ashamed. Murong Guanfeng was an upright man. If he loses, he loses.

, and did not deny it. Murong Guanfeng straightened up, put away the two daggers, cupped his fists and said: "Young Master Tang has clever methods and a kind heart. I am convinced! I will definitely invite Young Master Tang to drink when I have the opportunity in the future. You and I will get drunk together."

Just rest!"
Chapter completed!