At both ends of the long bluestone-paved street, two people were walking toward each other. Chen Ping'an and the chess stall happened to be in the middle.
On Chen Pingan's left hand side is a woman with a white gauze mask, dressed in slate green clothes, wrapped in red brocade, tied with a jade belt, holding a pipa in her arms, her body is enchanting and swaying.
On the right is an eight-foot-tall man, with bare hands, an exposed upper body, and muscular muscles, but he is wearing a pair of pink trousers.
This pair of men and women do not look like ordinary people who keep company with the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs.
The man was full of murderous intent and did not hide his high-spirited fighting spirit. He stared at the guy holding a vermilion wine flask. He was slightly taller than the average young and strong man from Nanyuan Kingdom. Although his face was delicate, it was nothing.
Young man.
The man laughed loudly and said: "Foreigner, my name is Ma Xuan. I come from outside the Great Wall. Some bad guys gave me the nickname Pink King Kong. Yesterday, someone spent a thousand taels of gold to buy your head. He also said that your martial arts skills are profound.
I guess, despite your tender face, it is most likely an old monster like Yu Zhenyi, so I called my concubines together, are you going to commit suicide today so that you can leave a whole body, or will you be smashed to pieces with my fists?"
The man's voice was loud and his words were loud. At the chess stall, everyone was in an uproar. They didn't care about the chess box and the bench, and fled in all directions. This was going to kill someone in the street. How could they dare to join in the fun? According to the gods and ways of the older generation in Zhuangyuan Lane
According to Dao, in the history of the Nanyuan capital, there were several fights between elites, which turned the world upside down. Several large buildings were directly reduced to ruins. Afterwards, there were at least a few gates wearing hemp and mourning
Hundreds of households.
Through the thin veil, looking at the scattered people in the neighborhood, the woman's mouth was raised, and she was about to pick a string with her right hand and kill people with the music.
But the woman suddenly stopped picking the strings and smiled sweetly, "Since this young master doesn't like to join in the fun, I won't bother to do this."
It turned out that the white-robed foreigner was eyeing her. It felt like as long as she dared to touch the strings with her finger, he would leave the pink King Kong and focus on her first.
She is here to help her old friend earn a thousand taels of gold together, not to be the main force in a thankless fight. The reason why she is willing to accept this deal is that she and Pink King Kong Ma Xuan are rare excellent partners in the world.
, one person fights in close quarters, and the other interferes and harasses from afar, it is perfect. As long as it is the Jianghu Grandmaster outside the ten people, if the two of them cooperate, even if they cannot fight, they can still escape.
Chen Ping'an felt a little confused, why did he find himself? First, it was the so-called banished immortal by the fairy Fan Wan'er, and now someone offered a thousand taels of gold, so in broad daylight, these two guys covered in bloody evil energy jumped out, if not
If you stop it yourself, I'm afraid those people who are fleeing will be dead.
Compared to Ma Xuan, a burly and intimidating man, Chen Pingan pays more attention to women.
The gorgeous pipa made of a whole piece of red sandalwood fell into Chen Ping'an's eyes, and there was something mysterious about it. Near the strings of the pipa, strands of blood and death as thick as ink entwined with each other and spread out in all directions.
It's just that there are no resentful spirits or ghosts on the Pipa. Chen Ping'an is a little strange about this. According to his experience traveling around Aquarius Continent and Tongye Continent, there are so many dead souls who died under the Pipa, and the resentment is condensed, so there should be supernatural and weird things happening.
That's right, just like at Eagle Castle.
The skinny little girl was sitting on the bench at the base of the wall, muttering "No one can see me...no one can see me...".
As for why she didn't follow the people and flee into the distant streets, she had not hesitated before, but she always felt more at ease staying here.
Chen Pingan asked: "If I offer two thousand taels of gold, can you tell me who is behind it?"
The woman lowered her head and covered her mouth, smiling coquettishly. Because she was holding the pipa in her arms, her breasts were severely squeezed after doing this.
Ma Xuan just glanced at her, his eyes were hot, and he laughed and cursed: "Slut, I haven't seen you for several years, but I still can't walk after seeing a handsome man! After this deal, let's find a place to fight.
, can it be cheaper? It costs a hundred taels of gold at a time, who in the world can afford it?"
Chen Ping'an sighed and said, "No need to talk?"
The man strode forward and laughed loudly: "Tear off your head and let's talk again. I'll tell you what should be said and what shouldn't be said. How about that?"
The woman holding the pipa walked slowly, and when she was still a hundred steps away from Chen Ping'an, she stopped. She gently shook her wrist, ready to go.
Ma Xuan suddenly kicked off, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet shattered. His burly figure was less than a foot in front of Chen Pingan in an instant. His pink trousers clung to his thighs, and because of his speed, he made a hunting sound.
The distance was only ten feet, but the guy who seemed to be frightened remained motionless. Ma Xuan sneered and said: "If you dare to make my concubine horny, you will die without mercy!"
No longer retaining his strength, his punch suddenly accelerated and hit Chen Pingan's head.
Chen Ping'an's mind changed rapidly and he did not waste any time dodging the punch. He fell back lightly and his feet were rooted to the ground.
The pure warriors here seem to be a bit courageous. When fighting against the enemy, can they still chat leisurely with others? Are they afraid that they will run out of breath and be caught by their opponents in the gap between the old and the new?
The punch missed, Ma Xuan knew something was wrong, and immediately dispersed all his energy. Although he was a master of foreign boxing, he was still afraid that his hardened body might not be able to withstand it, so he had no choice but to give up the offensive and turn to defense.
After the Qi leaves the acupuncture points all over the body, the skin is shiny, as if it has been coated with a layer of gold paint.
Chen Ping'an kicked upwards, hitting Ma Xuan's abdomen, and his whole body was kicked upwards.
With a twist and turn, Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up straight, moved his steps lightly, swayed left and right, and just missed the four "strings" that condensed into lines.
The woman performed three movements of twisting, rolling, and picking. The five fingers of her right hand were dazzled, and the pipa was silent. However, a glimmer of crystal light suddenly appeared in front of her and disappeared in an instant.
Chen Ping'an floated up and down the street, each time just dodging the cold threads bursting out from the strings. Those razor-sharp threads criss-crossed in the air, messy, like dozens of strong bows shooting out.
A volley of arrows enveloped all directions.
Ma Xuan made a heavy weight fall to the ground with a crash, made hammer-like shapes with his hands, and pressed down fiercely on the street.
It was obvious that the woman was also paying attention to Ma Xuan's movements at all times, and she picked the right moment. When Ma Xuan fell, the thread that surged out from the pipa was slowed down, so as not to delay Ma Xuan's offensive momentum.
Chen Ping'an disappeared out of thin air. The burly man was stunned for a moment. It was too late to retract his fists, so he hit the street hard. Ma Xuan, who had long arms like an ape, bent his knees and hit the ground. In a half-crouched position, his fists touched the ground, causing bruises.
The stone slabs kept breaking and flying.
Chen Ping'an appeared beside Ma Xuan, pressed Ma Xuan's shoulder with one hand, and applied slight pressure, causing Ma Xuan to sink suddenly, and his knees sank into the bluestone slabs.
Ma Xuan shouted angrily and tried to push away the heavy palm, but the man just pressed it again and made him sit on the ground. The layer on his skin meant that he had almost reached the point where he had practiced all kinds of external skills.
The golden color at the peak of Jianghu actually began to dissipate on its own, and the aura in his body began to circulate involuntarily. Ma Xuan was so horrified that his liver and gallbladder burst, and his soul was scattered.
After "discussion".
Chen Ping'an finally discovered the truth. The pure Qi in this martial artist's body was too scattered.
The momentum and fist intention flowing out of the body are real, a real martial arts and Qi refining realm, but it is like a house, the wood of the pillars is not good enough, the wind and sunshine are normal, there will be no problem, but once encountered
In really strong winds and heavy rain, it is easy to be unable to hold up and collapse.
One breath is mixed and chaotic, seeking more but not refinement. It has nothing to do with "purity". Instead, it is like a martial artist who has taken the path of a qigong practitioner.
The woman holding the pipa simply stopped moving her fingers, and there was a resentful sigh behind the veil.
There was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides. This time she and Ma Xuan had hit a brick wall.
The seemingly young white-robed young man in front of me is most likely the hidden great master who is infinitely close to the "Ten Under Heaven".
A member of the Demon Cult? Another proud man born from the sky after Old Demon Ding? Wants to dominate the world?
Or is he a direct disciple carefully trained by the old god Yu Zhenyi? Is it a trump card against Mr. Ding’s return to the world?
The situation is a mess.
The same is true in the heart of the Pipa woman.
He and Ma Xuan should not have gotten involved.
Someone on the wall clapped his hands gently, "It's amazing. He is worthy of being temporarily put on the list. He is indeed worthy of our serious treatment."
The woman looked up and felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Squatting on the wall was a man with a stiff smile. His face remained unchanged for thousands of years. It was like he was wearing a crappy and inferior mask. When he put it on, it took root and sprouted throughout his life.
Can't take it off anymore.
Smiley face, Qiantang.
Apart from those ten people, this person can be called the most difficult master in the world, if not one of them. He is also an evil heretic with the weirdest temperament. He does not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but when he meets a master of the same realm, he will definitely stalk him.
Fight, the eight-armed god Xue Yuan, one of the ten older generation, although he fell out of the ten because of his age and passed the peak of his boxing skills, he is so skinny that a camel is bigger than a horse. A certain person from one of the three sects of the Demon Sect.
A hero, he almost died under his eight-armed magical power, but facing Xiaolianer, he was pestered by Qiantang for a whole year, and almost drove him crazy.
The smiling face squatted on the wall, grabbed a piece of soil with one hand, threw it gently, and said hey: "If you still deliberately retain your strength, you will die, not in his hands, but in my hands."
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"Right, Ma Xuan? And that big-breasted woman, by the way, what is your name?"
Ma Xuan, who was pressed on the shoulder by Chen Ping'an several times with his palms, suddenly exploded with powerful aura, and his aura was much higher than before.
The woman holding the pipa also put on a pair of fake nails, which were glowing with light. She no longer had the slightest suspicion of showing off her skills, and began to strum the pipa strings heavily.
Ma Xuan delivered a fierce backhand punch.
Chen Ping'an stretched out a palm in front of himself to block the punch, and took advantage of the situation to slide out, his feet sliding lightly across the mirror like two chess pieces.
Between Ma Xuan and Chen Ping'an, two bright green silk threads as thick as thumbs just crossed each other, and two cracks appeared in the walls on both sides.
If Chen Ping'an retreats later, he will need to face this sneak attack head-on.
Ma Xuan turned around, first glanced up at the guy on the wall who still had a smiling face, snorted coldly, stared at Chen Pingan, who was safe and sound, and spat out blood on the ground. He was kicked to the sky by Chen Pingan earlier, and his internal organs were actually
Already injured, the strong man reminded the woman behind him: "Slut, if you don't show some real skills, it will be difficult for us to fool around today."
The woman said fiercely: "It's all your fault. It's so hard to earn money in the world!"
Ma Xuan grinned and said: "How did I know in advance that this gold is so hot? I agreed to deal with Old Mo Ding. I thought this guy was just a small fish and shrimp."
Chen Ping'an focused more on the smiling face on the wall.
He was testing them, or trying to see through the depths of this world.
Are they not checking Chen Ping'an's true background?
The smiling face on the wall clapped his hands again, "It's interesting, do you guys want to go together?"
At this moment, at the intersection of streets and alleys, a young man with a beautiful tree and an apricot blossom in his hair slowly walked out, holding two bloody heads in his hands.
Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, stood at the corner, looking at Chen Ping'an from a distance, smiled, picked up the head in his hand, and gently dropped it on the ground.
Behind him, another stunning woman wearing wooden clogs walked out. She slowly passed Zhou Shi and stepped on the bluestone from the mud. There was a clicking sound, which was very clear. She also held two pills in her hand.
The head was thrown carelessly on the street.
She smiled sweetly and said: "This young master, my grandpa said that as long as you hand over the wine gourd, the child can live. Otherwise, the family of five will be reunited. These days, the young master has been shopping everywhere
In the capital city of Nanyuan, you can see that he is a kind-hearted person at first glance, can you bear it?"
In the house deep in the alley, an old man wearing a silver lotus crown was sitting on a bench basking in the sun. There was a child next to him, shivering, his face covered with snot and tears.
The old man smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, your talent is very good. I plan to make an exception and accept you as a disciple. Maybe you can become the next leader of the Demon Cult. Why are you crying? I have lost only a few relatives, but I hope to have a whole family."
Jianghu, my dear, you have read some books and should be able to calculate this account clearly. If you cry again, it will distract me and prevent me from trapping the little guy in the room, and I will kill you too."
The old man raised his head and looked into the distance, "Yu Zhenyi, Zhong Qiu, I might as well tell you the truth. I have promised to protect Zhou Fei. I advise you to kill Tong Qingqing and Feng Qingbai first, and then deal with me. Besides, there is one more
Foreigners, if you have one more chance, it is no longer that important to kill me or not. Do you really think that I will be attracted by a golden body of an Arhat? Then you are too underestimated, Ding Ying. But I can tell you
This is great news. Killing that man on the street is not ten. In addition to one life, plus the wine gourd and the legendary flying sword of the immortal in the house behind me, it is at least thirteen."
The old man said lazily: "Why don't you and I change our strategies? If we kill that kid, we will have many more choices."
Probably having received a definite reply, the old man sneered.
On the street, Chen Pingan looked around and said in a deep voice: "No need to calculate my state of mind anymore."
Both Smiley Face and Hairpin Flower Lang found it unbelievable and didn't know why they would say such a thing.
Only in the distance was a middle-aged man standing in the shade of a tree holding a sword. He had been napping. Now he opened his eyes and no longer looked lazy. He sneered and said, "It's true."