Of course, he had never seen many masters, but when he saw his father dancing with a sword, he felt that he was very powerful.
In the yard, the guests from the south shuttled through the net intertwined by the sword energy like a broken leaf, with ease, as if they were playing, and their expressions were very relaxed. However, Lao Wu and Si Ye were very strenuous, and they were not injured, but
It would have been easy for the visitors from the south to get them hurt, but he didn't. It was as if he was playing a cat-and-mouse game, asking them to try their best, but they couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes.
The archers did not dare to fire any more arrows. In the melee, once the arrows were fired, they would hurt one of their own. Therefore, all the archers also joined the battle circle. This situation of more and less, compared with the previous dealing with assassins and killers,
The ease is so different.
When everyone was struggling, they heard a loud roar from a guest from the south. He flew into the house, took tung oil and put it on his hands. He sacrificed the flint from somewhere, luckily hit the flame palm, and then quickly retreated, letting
The ring of fire advanced all the way, and the siege was immediately defeated.
This scene made everyone involved in the melee dumbfounded. Some of them were burned by the fire and quickly retreated and rolled on the ground. Xu Yizhi's eyebrows were burned and his hair was also burned. He buried his head in the mud and rolled in the yard.
, how embarrassed you want to be.
"Do you want to fight again? If we fight again, the Prince of Chu's Mansion will be burned down!" Nanbianke had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes suddenly lit up, he was arrogant and arrogant. This was the only time after he entered the palace, besides being humble, that he
He showed other expressions, but it seemed as if this was his true face.
Although Yu Wenhao was not burned by the fire, his heart went crazy when he saw the ring of fire that rose up for no reason. He looked at the fourth master, who said in a deep voice: "Flame Palm!"
Everyone stopped. Yu Wenhao stepped forward with his sword in hand, already very embarrassed, "Are you determined to take my head?"
The guest from the south looked at him and said, "I never said that you guys came up to beat me in a swarm. I saw it was fun, so I played with you. I haven't done anything for many years. If my wife finds out, I'm afraid she will be scolded.
I’ll have a meal.”
Everyone looks at each other, are you afraid of your wife? Is this the true face of the peerless sword demon?
The fourth master hesitated for a moment and asked: "Didn't you say you came to get a million taels of gold? You are a southerner, a sword demon, right?"
A trace of doubt appeared in the eyes of the visitor from the south: "Yes, I am a visitor from the south, but who is the sword demon?"
Yu Wenhao and Fourth Master's expressions changed slightly, and they couldn't help asking in unison: "Are you not a sword demon?"
"He's not, I am!" Suddenly, a voice sounded on the wall. When everyone heard the words, they looked over in horror. They saw an old man in green clothes who didn't know when he came to the wall. He was carrying a sword.
, the sword was not sheathed, revealing its sharp blade. There was a cold light on the blade, and a smell of blood came over it. The old man's face was calm, and he did not show any hostility, but it made people...
For no apparent reason, I felt an aura of Xiao Sha coming from his body.
Everyone drew their swords and pointed them at him, all on guard.
The old man in green shirt, that is, the guest sword demon from the south glanced at the old man, but it fell on the old man and asked: "Why is your Majesty wearing a mask?"
When the Fourth Master heard this, he quickly looked towards the old man. Looking carefully, he could not find that he was disguised.
The two looked at each other in the distance and saw the old man smiling slightly, "Your eyes are quite vicious."
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and rough features. He was not old, he looked to be around thirty, and his eyebrows were particularly thick and black. It was completely unbelievable that this was the humble and polite old man just now. He said:
"My name is Qihuo, not Sword Demon, nor Nanbianke."
The sword demon said: "I have been using the sword for a long time, and my observation ability is different from ordinary people. Your disguise is indeed very detailed, but your eyebrows are too thick and black to cover them up."
Qihuo smiled and waved his hand, "This kind of disguise with a human skin mask is new to me. If I use other methods of disguise, no one will be able to tell. This old brother, you are here to steal a hundred dollars from me."
Ten thousand gold? I am determined to get this million gold. If you come to snatch it, I will not show mercy to you."
The sword demon's eyes drifted towards Yu Wenhao, and he immediately shook his head at Qihuo, "I asked myself that I can't survive three moves under your hands without humiliating myself, so I gave up."
He handed over to Yu Wenhao and said, "Your Highness, we will meet again. I will wait for my disciple first."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up and disappeared instantly.
This inconspicuous move still shocked everyone. Why is today a gathering day for masters? A sword demon and an unheard-of Flame Palm master are not economical lamps.
The sword demon is gone, but the master who calls himself Qihuo is still here. He keeps saying that he wants to get millions of gold, but he also says that he doesn’t want the prince’s head. It’s puzzling. How can he get this without the prince’s head?
One million taels of gold?
"Hey, juggler," Xu Yi called to him, "If you don't want to kill the prince, what are you doing here?"
"Aren't you going to tell me? I want gold. There are many poor people in my countryside, and I want to help them." Qihuo said, he turned around and entered the hall, raised his hand and said: "The prince comes in to talk, other people waiting, please leave!"
Yu Wenhao lost his sword and ordered General Guiying Weiluo, "Take the people and withdraw!"
"Prince, it's dangerous!" General Luo hurriedly grabbed Yu Wenhao and said.
Yu Wenhao glanced inside and said calmly: "If he really wants to take my head, it makes no difference whether you are here or not!"
After a few words, everyone lowered their heads and felt very ashamed, but they had never seen such a powerful person in martial arts, and they really didn't know how to deal with it.
The fourth master also lost his sword and went in first. Qihuo looked at him with admiration, "Boy, you are quite courageous."
"Anyway, my head is not worth millions of gold." The fourth master sat down. He had almost exhausted his internal energy in the battle and was really very tired.
Yu Wenhao also came in. Seeing Qihuo sitting in his seat, he had no choice but to sit down next to him and look at him, "Since you are not going to take my head, I don't know..." He said this and looked at him
With a look on his face, it seemed inappropriate to call him an old man, so he stopped talking.
Qihuo gave him a meaningful look, "I recently learned a new skill."
"Technology?" Yu Wenhao and Fourth Master looked at each other. Although they didn't answer the question, they had unique skills, so they could only follow his words and ask, "What technology?"
Qi Huo said: "Dig a bucket of yellow mud and send these onlookers away."
Yu Wenhao looked at him, then slowly turned back and told Tang Yang, "Do as he said."
Tang Yang nodded, then quickly went out, asked someone to dig out yellow mud in the backyard, filled a bucket full of mud, and brought it over, and then evacuated all the ghost guards.