When the pangolin saw this, he quickly took a few peanuts and put them in front of him. Then he filled a glass of good wine and was ready to watch the show.
Over there, a group of young men also returned to their seats. They were all chatting and laughing, and seemed to be discussing how miserable it would be to stay with Han Sanqian.
Inside the beaded curtain, the woman in white was slightly worried, but the woman in green was quite indifferent.
Among the young masters, she was originally most optimistic that Mr. Yuan's Wen Neng would be the first, and Wu Wu would be the second.
As the two of them took their seats, things around the hall were quickly removed, leaving both sides suddenly empty.
Mr. Yuan's clothes were tied around his waist and his fan was pinned to his chest. At this time, the servant handed over two long swords.
The blade of the sword is green. At first glance, it is extraordinary.
Glancing at Han Sanqian, he chuckled disdainfully, and then said in a cold voice: "Don't say I'm bullying you. This is a steel sword made by Han Tie. It's extremely sharp. One for me and one for you."
After saying that, he took out the sword with both hands, threw it with his left hand, and threw it to Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian took it gently, then threw the sword gently: "I said, I don't use weapons."
Mr. Yuan's eyes flashed coldly: "You brat, you asked for this."
Han Sanqian smiled disdainfully and revealed himself slightly.
"I really want you to look good." Mr. Yuan shouted coldly, and the next second, he held the sword in his right hand, and his body was like lightning!
"Damn, it's so fast!"
"Master Yuan is indeed Master Yuan. This speed is simply astonishing."
With one stab of the sword, everyone was shocked, which is enough to show the extraordinary ability of Mr. Yuan.
If he were to face ordinary people, this guy could indeed rely on his own ability to become an instant success. But what happened was that this guy was so stubborn that he wanted to find Han Sanqian.
This kind of speed, for Han Sanqian, is really slow.
It was so slow that Han Sanqian didn't even want to hide.
She simply straightened her body slightly. Anyway, the horse-headed girl had already repaired the Immortal Mysterious Armor for herself and sewed the Frost Jade Armor for herself. Han Sanqian wanted to give it a try. The combination of the two would be
how.
The cultivation level of Mr. Yuan in front of me is indeed not low. Even in the Central Plains region of the Bafang World, he is definitely a master. It just so happens that he is a good touchstone.
"Damn, what the hell is that kid doing? He's not dodging or hiding. Is he crazy?"
"That kid has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. How could he be crazy? It seems to me that he is obviously scared to death."
A group of people were quite surprised. Not to mention them, even the pangolin himself could not help but frown at this time.
"Although I know that you are very strong, so strong that you are boundless, but there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains, Han Sanqian, Han Sanqian, you are not so crazy that you don't even defend yourself.
Right?" the pangolin thought strangely.
But as the pangolin saw, Han Sanqian really didn't defend at all.
"What? I'm so close that you forgot to dodge?"
Suddenly, Mr. Yuan's figure was approaching Han Sanqian. Seeing that Han Sanqian did not dodge at all, he sneered for a moment, but at the same time, he felt suddenly bored.
Because this kid is really too weak.
"That guy..."
Almost at the same time, inside the bead curtain, the woman in green clearly saw that it was fine that Han Sanqian did not dodge. The key was that Mr. Yuan also discovered this and struck down with his sword, all the way to his heart.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound of iron hitting iron.
What followed was a clearer iron sound, and then a muffled sound.
The people at the scene all had their eyes widened and looked at the scene in disbelief.
They swore that if they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not believe what they were seeing, even if they were beaten to death.
The sword of cold iron had been broken. Because the sword was broken, Mr. Yuan's whole body hit Han Sanqian's shoulder with inertia, but he seemed to have hit a mountain wall. As a muffled sound sounded, Mr. Yuan's whole body fell directly.
Fly a few meters.
boom!
There was a loud noise on the ground. Mr. Yuan's body flew backwards and hit the ground heavily.
On the other hand, Han Sanqian was standing there, unmoved at all, and even had a slight smile on his lips.
The scene was once again completely silent. Inside the bead curtain, the cute little mouth of the woman in green was also slightly open...
