"No wonder all the twelve meridians in the body have been opened. In terms of internal strength alone, it can be compared to the Zhizi-level killer in the net."
"But...if I add my external skills..."
Si Yuan, who was walking and thinking, suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head slightly and looked forward.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing clean and neat swordsman's clothing, holding a sword in his left hand, standing in front of the road, blocking his way.
A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"Sharp sword, sharp eyes..."
"Too bad it doesn't work for me."
Si Yuan watched quietly for a while.
Not paying attention, he picked up his feet and continued walking forward.
When the two figures were about to pass each other, the middle-aged man blocking the road finally opened his mouth to speak, with a hint of gloom and hoarseness in his voice.
"My master wants to see you, come with me."
"Don't try to resist. You can't resist my sword."
"Threaten me?" When Si Yuan heard this, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his left hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the middle-aged man and grabbed him.
"How dare you resist me?"
"As expected, you are a young man, ignorant and fearless. Resisting in front of me is the biggest wrong choice you have made in your life...choice...huh?!"
The man quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and was about to draw the sword.
Suddenly discovered!
The sword in his hand cannot be pulled out...
Subconsciously looking down, he saw a familiar big hand holding the jaw and scabbard of the sword in his left hand.
"Good boy...!"
"When I pull out the sword, you're finished!"
He raised his head and glared at Si Yuan fiercely. He habitually opened his mouth and made a low-pitched threat.
Suddenly he reacted in time.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and he quickly exerted force with his left and right hands at the same time, trying to forcefully pull out the sword from the scabbard.
"Hmph, you actually want to control my sword in this way, you naive young man. Next, I will let you know what the dangers of the world are."
"I just didn't exert enough force just now."
"Now, it's time for you to see my true power."
He summoned all his strength and forcibly drew the sword.
On the exposed arm, veins and blood vessels bulged out, and the arm muscles could be seen squirming and exerting force through the skin.
The cold and indifferent face gradually turned red.
"I don't believe it anymore, pull it out for me... pull it out...!"
"I...I can't pull it out..."
Si Yuan lowered his head slightly and looked down at the middle-aged man who was only as tall as his neck.
Seeing that the other party's face turned red due to the force of pulling out the sword, but in the end he still failed to pull out the sword, and the expression on his face was still indifferent.
"That's it?"
The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and looked at Si Yuan.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He exerted force with both hands, always maintaining a posture of forcibly drawing the sword to confuse him. Then he bent his right leg and slammed it between Si Yuan's legs.
"As a man, I know where your fatal weakness is, hahaha...!"
"Crack...poof!"
Feeling the pain of fracture coming from his right knee, the middle-aged man's face froze slightly.
Subconsciously he put down his right leg and looked down.
I saw a blood hole that was transparent from front to back on the knee of my right leg, and the hard kneecap was pierced.
The bloody hole on his knee was wider than his wrist.
"You... are so insidious!"
"He secretly used hidden weapons and hurt people with hidden arrows...!"
The man raised his head and looked at the expressionless Si Yuan, feeling shocked and angry.
I didn't expect that the other party would actually hide a terrible hidden weapon.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he plotted to injure himself.
"I, hurt someone with a hidden arrow?" Si Yuan looked at the bloody hole on the opponent's right knee, which was transparent from front to back and dripping with blood.
The bones and stubble were exposed.
A kind and sincere smile gradually appeared on the somewhat cold young face.
"I didn't use hidden weapons, I just perfected the Iron Crotch Kung Fu."
"To deal with you, I won't even use concealed weapons to attack you secretly."
As soon as this statement came out.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.
He suddenly let go of his sword, knelt down on one knee with only his left leg, then clasped his hands into fists, looked up at Si Yuan, with admiration and amazement on his face.
As for the penetrating wound on his right leg, he completely ignored it at the moment.
"I was wrong……!"
"It turns out that Wei Wuzu is really so powerful and terrifying!"
"It was just a small misunderstanding. Please don't take it off. My master has come here and wants to invite you to come to my house to talk about it."
"I wonder if your Excellency can give me a favor?"
Seeing the other party suddenly making such a move, Si Yuan showed a hint of surprise on his face.
Then it suddenly dawned on me.
"It's not without reason that you can survive until now."
"Get up and lead the way."
"Thank you for the honor!" The middle-aged man stood on one foot, picked up his sword and used it as a crutch.
Bend over and hold your right hand to the side.
"Please follow me. The carriage has been prepared."
The two of them entered the nearby alley, one behind the other.
Not far ahead.
A two-wheeled single carriage with an ordinary appearance was parked there quietly.
"Sir, please get in the car."
"Um!"
Si Yuan did not ask who his master was, and just Shi Shiran got into the carriage.
Put down the curtains, sit alone in the carriage, close your eyes and meditate. You look as carefree as if you were back at home.
The middle-aged man followed closely behind and also got into the carriage.
He endured the pain on his right leg, randomly tapped acupuncture points, blocked them, and then reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"It almost scared me to death...!"
I could breathe a sigh of relief.
He personally pulled up the reins, drove the carriage, and left this small alley.
"drive……!"
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About half an hour later.
The carriage brought Si Yuan to the back door of Da Sikong's mansion and stopped. The middle-aged man turned his head back and respectfully reminded him: "Your Excellency, the place has arrived."
"We're finally here. This place is really far away."
Si Yuan muttered softly.
He casually lifted the curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and took a casual look around. He saw red bricks, green tiles, and bluestone paving, all clean and tidy.
On both sides of the thick vermilion door, there are two exquisite stone sculptures that I don't recognize.
"Your Excellency, please follow me."
The man stretched out his hand to make a gesture.
Using the long sword in his hand as a crutch, he pushed open the red door and limped forward to lead the way.
Si Yuan followed closely behind, looking calm.
Passing through pavilions and corridors, bypassing rockeries and gardens, and passing through heavy guards, the two of them arrived at the private study in the backyard of the mansion.
At this moment.
Wei Yong sat at the head of the study, quietly sipping the fragrant tea. There was nothing unusual about his appearance, he remained as normal and calm.
But in those old falcon-like eyes, a look of thought flashed from time to time.