[Your appearance in the NPC perspective will be adjusted by the system to adapt to the script settings]
When Feng Bujue walked alone to the place where Bai Dian was killed in the opening cg, the system voice immediately rang in his ears. Brother Jue naturally understood that he had entered the sight of a certain NPC, and the voice prompt was indirect proof.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue looked down at Bai Dian's body. The moonlight illuminated the corpse's terrifying face particularly clearly.
"Senior, if I pretend not to know that you are hiding nearby, will you just let me pass?" Feng Bujue suddenly said, his voice was low, but he was obviously not talking to himself.
His tone was neither condescending nor arrogant, but he was quite polite when addressing the other person.
"Since you have spoken to me, it proves that you not only know that I am nearby, but also know the answer to this question." The old man's reply came from the wind, still erratic, and it was difficult to find its source.
Feng Bujue smiled and mocked, "Can't I be deceiving you?"
The voice was silent and there was no answer.
"When I came here, I found a body lying on the ground. The deceased was injured by a hidden weapon on the back of the neck. A superficial look showed that this single wound alone was fatal. It was probably caused by a sneak attack. The murderer
It only uses a bamboo stick, which shows that its internal strength is deep." Feng Bujue continued: "So, I said this to test whether the murderer is still nearby, is it reasonable?"
The old man transmitted the message again: "Then how do you know that this old man is your senior?"
"It's very simple. I'm still young, and most of the people in the world are my seniors." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "What's more, senior, your method of killing people with bamboo sticks is not at all like the techniques that young people would use. It's not profound.
I can’t even use this technique with my skills.”
In fact, Feng Bujue has been talking nonsense so far. He is just using the information obtained from the opening cg to deal with this NPC.
"Hmph... whether you are deceiving me or not... nothing has changed." The old man replied; "Go back." He still said this sentence. It was the same as what Yumian Tanhua heard before he died.
Same sentence.
"Can I ask, what kind of people are qualified to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.
The other party's answer was just two words: "Master."
"Isn't this dead man at my feet a master?"
"Yes, but he is from the imperial court." The old man paused; "So not only can he not pass, he must also die."
"I'm not from the imperial court, and I'm also considered an expert." Feng Bujue said, "So, I should be able to pass, right?"
"Haha...hahaha...hahaha..." The old man laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed around him.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the forest, and an old man in blue robe appeared a few feet in front of Feng Bujue.
This old man looks to be about seventy years old. His hair and beard are all white, but his back is straight. His face is not kind, but he does not look like a villain: "Little brother, let your accomplices come out too.
Bar."
Feng Bujue pretended to be stupid and said, "What accomplice?"
"I'm not as clever as you, nor am I interested in deceiving you." The old man added, "I know you have four accomplices who are searching for my whereabouts in the dark, and you are here to attract my attention..."
"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue saw that the matter was revealed. He simply turned around and shouted: "Come out, everyone, we've been discovered."
Xiaotan and the four of them walked out of the forest one after another. Sadling still held an MP5 in his hand, and pointed the gun at the old man, ready to fire. Since he didn't know what this thing was, the old man also
Didn't care.
"By the way, they are all masters." Feng Bujue's tone really didn't sound like he was lying.
"Ha...Although I am old, I am not dazzled yet. Look at your steps, body movements, aura, etc. when you walk..." The old man shook his head and smiled: "You little brats... don't know martial arts at all.
Right?" He was still very confident in this judgment, so he showed up boldly, "Go back, today's Cangling Town is not a place you should go to. Even the veteran who has been in the world for decades can't guarantee it.
To survive in town until the night of the duel."
"Senior, we are here to watch a duel, not to participate in a duel. Those 'veterans' who like to hold warm-up matches in the town are their business. They can engage in cage fighting. Isn't it okay if we don't get involved?" Feng
Said unconsciously.
The other party didn't understand most of his words. The old man was stunned for a few seconds and replied: "Haha... you really don't understand anything. How can the affairs of Jianghu be as simple and naive as you think?"
He took a few steps forward and came to Feng Bujue. He looked at the slightly thin Brother Jue and said, "Besides, with your body and bones, I'm afraid you can't even beat the street performer Crop Hand Style. The sword god's duel."
, just by looking at it, what can you tell?"
"I've already said that I'm a master, why don't you believe me, senior?" Feng Bujue replied.
The old man's expression seemed to say, you kid is unreasonable. He shook his head: "Then tell me your name and let me hear it." He pointed to the corpse on the ground: "If you are not as good as this jade-faced Tanhua,
Xiang, go back by yourself as soon as possible and don’t embarrass yourself here.”
Feng Bujue smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly: "Humph..." Here comes his strength: "I am... punching Guangdong and Guangxi, kicking Suzhou and Hangzhou, destroying the Three Qin Dynasties with swords, suppressing Northern Saibei with anger, and bloodbathing Japan without leaving a trace.
Okay, let’s defeat the invincible opponent in the Central Plains, who is known as the unpredictable madman... the master of Pojian Tea House, Feng Bujue." After he said this shamelessly, he was still not satisfied, so he reported his poem number by the way, "Thanks to Jianghu.
To express my love for you, I gave you a poem - Smiling and looking at the thousands of armies defeated, deciding the cause and effect. Without feeling or fear, I despise life and death. I am neither a ghost nor a god, like a crazy devil."
The old man was shocked at that time. He had never heard of an organization like Broken Sword Tea House, and he had never heard of a person like Feng Bujue. However, the long list of names of the other party did not sound like a real person.
I made it up. Anyway, if it were the old man himself, he wouldn't be able to make it up.
"You..." The old man was speechless for a moment. He was quite sure that the martial arts of the other five people were very poor or even non-existent, but he was a little shaken by Feng Bujue's deception.
Also shocked was Young Master Atobu. He originally thought that Feng Bujue would just casually say a common nickname in martial arts novels, but he didn't expect that this guy would start a long paragraph with his mouth open, and the content would be astonishing, and this guy
At first glance, the "Jade Face Tanhua" thing is simply a scumbag.
"Oh, by the way, haven't you asked me your senior's name?" Feng Bujue said, cupping his fists and cupping his hands.
"I'm just a servant, and my name is not worth mentioning." The old man replied. At this time, he came to his senses and said: "Little brother, you are really smart and eloquent, but a master can't
It wasn’t blown out of proportion.”
"I understand, senior still doesn't believe me." Feng Bujue said, "I will show you my hands right now." At this moment, what he was thinking about was: Old man... If you hadn't looked like you were following the main plot
It seems that it has a lot to do with it. I won’t waste any time talking to you. If you insist on not letting me go, I can only treat you with bullets...
Feng Bujue took half a step back, "Senior, how about you take a move from me?"
"Not just one move, but ten moves and hundreds of moves..." The old man didn't finish his words.
Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and activated his title skill [Looking Moves], and the selected skill type was fighting.
Feng Bujue knew that he could definitely use something, but he didn't know what he would use...
The old man saw that Feng Bujue was about to attack him, so he didn't dare to rely on him. No one could guarantee whether the young man was hiding his inner strength and preparing to pretend to be a pig or eat a tiger...
The old man mobilized his seven successful powers and raised his palms to greet him.
With a bang, Feng Bujue exchanged palms with the opponent, and then took five or six steps back. Only he knew that in that moment, he lost as much as 30% of his survival value. Fortunately, the old man just used his palms.
It's just a defense, and it doesn't have the power to push forward, otherwise Feng Bujue would be in danger.
"This..." Although the old man stood there without moving a step, he showed an expression of surprise. His palms were now red, burning like iron.
"Did you activate a skill with fire attributes... You're lucky." Feng Bujue thought to himself, but on the surface he seemed very calm: "It's a small trick, but it's embarrassing."
The old man put his hands behind his back: "Hmm... I didn't expect that I would make a mistake today." He stepped aside and said, "Several young heroes, please invite me."
"Eh? Senior, why don't you try the martial arts of my companions?" Feng Bujue pointed at the young master of Jibu: "Look at that sissy, she looks very weak."
"Hey!" Atobe expressed strong dissatisfaction with this guy's behavior of betraying his teammates.
The old man just pretended that he didn't hear the second half of Feng Bujue's words and calmly replied: "No need, these four must be no ordinary people. Feng Lao Master, please." He even changed the way of addressing him.
.
"This old man seems to have been restrained by me. It seems that his skills just now are super strong..." Feng Bujue thought to himself: "No wonder he used up 300 points of physical energy and 30 points of spiritual power."
"Thank you, senior." Feng Bujue said while winking at his teammates so that they could start walking.
After the five people walked away along the path, the old man raised his palms in front of his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Master of Broken Sword Tea House, hum... This kid is full of nonsense, but his attacks are really powerful." He adjusted his breath and seemed to be thinking.
Suppressing the pain in his hands: "If he were a strong man in his forties, the palm just now would be nothing. It was nothing more than the palm power of a boy who had worked hard for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties. He can
There is no other explanation for such a palm strike other than the innate pure Yang internal force...
Ha... I don’t know when so many powerful characters appeared in the arena again. It seems that the master and strangers attracted by this duel, both in terms of skill and number, far exceed expectations..." (To be completed.)
