Qu Huanbo blurted out four words, which immediately attracted the attention of several people at the same table.
Near him, a monk, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, picked up a peanut that fell on the table, threw it into his mouth and asked: "Sir, I wonder what the trick is for this misalignment of light?"
Qu Huanbo raised his wine glass and took a sip, and then said: "Splitting light and shadow, I haven't seen anyone use it in many years."
"This move is the secret skill of Lieguang Pavilion in Southern Xinjiang."
"It takes extremely high talent to practice well."
"Many years ago, there was a master of swordsmanship in Lieguang Pavilion. He could separate seven figures in an instant and kill three demon saints of the demon clan at that time with one move. The world was shocked for a while."
"But later, he was like a flash in the pan and never appeared again."
"I didn't expect that after so many years, I would see such exquisite swordsmanship in southern Xinjiang. It was really eye-opening."
As soon as Qu Huanbo finished speaking, the monk on the opposite side was suddenly startled and said in surprise: "Spectral light... wrong image?"
"Is it related to the 'Shadow Sword Demon' from the previous dynasty?"
Qu Huanbo groaned: "It is said that the 'Shadow Sword Demon' of the previous dynasty transformed into ten shapes with one shadow, and transformed into thousands with one sword."
"It is indeed similar to "Split Light"."
Ding Dang Dang~
Three people fight together.
Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao became increasingly frightened as they fought.
After all, the two of them are also outstanding geniuses in southern Xinjiang.
At this time, two against one, he is still a little-known person, but he is always in danger.
Miao Yuanzhou's lightsaber fits at the right time, and the two figures sometimes intersect and sometimes change.
The shadow of the sword turns into two, and two turns into four.
It was clear that Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao were fighting two against one, but they seemed to be surrounded by Miao Yuanzhou.
The siege was turned into a breakout.
Bu Hengqiu flashed a shadow of a sword, his heart tightened, he used the movement technique, picked up a dice, and hit Miao Yuanzhou's figure.
At the same time, he secretly shouted: "One for each person!"
Although Bu Hengqiu may be a bit dandy at times, he has an extraordinary family background and a solid cultivation base.
After several tricks, he has discovered some of the clues.
Miao Yuanzhou's two separate figures, one real and one imaginary.
But the two can be converted into each other.
Therefore, there is no fixed number of virtuality and reality.
Only when two people attack at the same time, even if the other party uses a magical switch, they will only be hit.
When Hongmao heard the words, he immediately understood.
"Okay!"
The two of them stood on the left and right, dodging the sword while using various means to counterattack.
A change occurred in Hongmao's hand, and a judge's pen appeared.
This green-headed red pole is very simple, as if it is rusty.
But with the injection of spiritual energy, a mysterious light lit up on the pen body, and the rust-like color suddenly swayed.
The judge pen that was dirty just now is completely new again.
It's still a green-headed red pole, but it looks like it's been polished.
On top of the pen body, there is also a layer of ‘star diagram’.
"Point the Cangxingchen pen!"
As soon as this pen came out, the monks immediately recognized it.
The Diancang Star Pen is the treasure of the Diancang sect that has been passed down from generation to generation.
Unexpectedly, Master Cangsong was willing to take out this pen.
While everyone was in shock, Bu Hengqiu on the other side was unwilling to be alone.
Qinghong Villa has been operating a gambling house for generations.
When it comes to wealth, it is not wrong to say that wealth can rival a country.
The most talked-about part of Qinghong Villa is the trench, especially the endless supply of rare magic weapons.
During the previous competition, Bu Hengqiu carried the ‘Three Talents Spiritual Dice’ and ‘Yinchou Sword’ with him.
Both magic weapons are rare treasures.
Later, when Sancai Lingdice was gambling on stones, he lost to the bearded boss and passed into the hands of Li Chen.
But the Yinchou Sword has always been in his hand, accompanying him all the time.
At this time, there were already more than a dozen sword shadows drawn by Miao Yuanzhou.
The Yinchou Sword has a very cold light, and every time it is slashed out, the shadow of the sword will fall.
But even so, the opponent's sword shadows are still continuously generated.
Bu Hengqiu felt more and more strenuous as he fought. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Hongmao's Dian Cang Star Pen and felt certain in his heart, as something appeared in his hand.
But it is a golden copper coin.
As soon as it appears, it is covered with a layer of colorful colors.
A quick turn.
The sound is clearer and clearer.
Just when everyone was wondering about the origin of this thing, the old man in the inn next to him said softly.
This immediately aroused the contempt of all the monks: "You old man is just pretending. Those who don't know think you recognize the origin of this thing."
"Haha, how is it possible? Even we have no clue. How can this old man recognize it?"
The old man didn't reply, he just nodded with a smile and expressed his apology.
"I think Mr. Bu is right. This old man is rustic and talking about a black shop. It's all nonsense."
"Haha, even braised human heads..."
"Half of the loess is buried up to my neck. I'm afraid I can't even lift the knife."
"Hahaha."
"Old man, give me the braised human head on this table."
"Haha..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed wildly.
But at this moment, the laughter that had been loud just now stopped abruptly.
Everyone was curious for a moment and couldn't help turning their heads to look.
The maniacally laughing Qinghong Villa disciple opened his mouth slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.
His eyes were full of contempt, and he saw everyone looking at him.
He was obviously stunned.
It seems like something is wrong, but I can’t tell what is wrong.
Raise your hand to touch your neck.
My hands are actually red.
Soon the eyes gradually blurred and the whole world was tumbling.
There was a faint sound of 'sizzling' in my ears.
Quiet, completely silent.
It’s completely different from the noise just now.
All the monks looked at the head that rolled on the ground, and then at the headless corpse that was still sitting upright, and all of them looked horrified.
I saw the old man still standing by the old dining table, wiping it carefully and repeatedly.
It seems like it has never moved from beginning to end.
Who is it?
When?
Gudong.
You can hear needle drops throughout the inn.
All this is too coincidental.
The unlucky guy just ordered the 'braised human head', and the next moment it split into two pieces.
It is equivalent to treating yourself as a dish.
This old man... wasn't telling lies!
At least he is very good at handling ingredients!
For a while, no one in the inn dared to move.
Even Miao Yuanzhou, Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao, who were fighting together just now, stopped in unison.
"You, you, you...really run a black shop?!"
Bu Hengqiu burst into tears, wondering how unlucky he was. It’s not good to offend anyone. Do you have to pick the worst one every time?
Just because the old man cut off the man's head without anyone noticing, we knew that this man was extraordinary.
But I heard the old man smile "hehe".
"Three little guys, we don't want to take advantage of the old man's place."
After saying that, he walked up to Bu Hengqiu, stepped forward, pinched the copper coin, held it in front of his eyes, looked at it for a while, and flicked it with his fingers.
Golden light floated above, and the sound of Qing Yue came.
The old man grinned, and the wrinkles on his face twisted into a ball.
"Hey, this copper plate from your guest can just be used to add a 'braised human head'."
As soon as these words came out, Bu Hengqiu's face turned pale.
These words are not without threat.
"Old man, this copper coin belongs to you, so you don't have to serve the food."
The implication is to use that copper coin to buy your own life.
The old man picked up the coin and said with a serious face: "That won't work."
"You have to spend money to eat food."
"If you don't eat it, you just look down on the old man's craftsmanship."
After saying that, he picked up the head on the ground and walked towards the kitchen.
ps: monthly tickets, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~