Hu Qing put away the giant sword and replaced it with an ordinary slender sword.
"I'm not polite anymore?"
Fan Lao laughed, do you think you are invincible just because you have the Emperor Seal in your hand? I have never heard of any Immortal Emperor ascending to the throne in a day. On the contrary, there are quite a few Immortal Emperors who died from exhaustion.
Hu Qing's spiritual power penetrated, his feet were slightly apart, and he held the sword with both hands and slowly raised it to his right shoulder. The sword trembled slightly, and there was a faint light of lightning passing by the sword.
The wind picked up and blew away the wind. Hu Qing flew up with a sword and stabbed Fan Lao on his left shoulder.
Fan Lao quickly put on a pair of dark silver gloves, leaned forward slightly, and struck Hu Qing's elbow joint with his fingers. Hu Qing twisted his whole body with his wrist as the center, and stabbed Fan Lao's waist with the long sword. Fan Lao used his other hand.
His fingers struck the blade of the long sword, and there was a clang, and thin lightning bolts flew to his gloves and were annihilated.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed dozens of moves, and their movements could not be clearly seen at all. It was like two balls of light entangled and bouncing here and there.
Lying on the ground, Mao Yurou's eyes widened and tightened. It was only then that she admitted that she had underestimated Hu Qing. She was trapped earlier because of the power of Hu Qing's weapon. She believed that Hu Qing's cultivation was not as good as hers, so she did not dare to directly fight with her.
Collision. At this time, watching Hu Qing and Fan Lao fight, even she couldn't see her movements clearly, and she felt horrified in her heart.
He couldn't help but replace Fan Lao with himself. If he stood opposite Hu Qing and abandoned the immortal weapon Talisman, I'm afraid he wouldn't be his opponent.
She can't only be at level five, at least her real combat power can't be at level five!
Unexpectedly, the words that Yao Cenzi had when they were joking with her long, long ago came to mind.
"Don't praise me. It's nothing to challenge me by surpassing the first level. I'm just an ordinary person among the nine sects and nine tribes."
Mao Yurou thought to herself, people from the Nine Sects are really good at pretending.
Mao Yurou's thoughts kept turning and regretting, but Hu Qing and Fan Lao were playing with more and more concentration and passion.
Although Fan Lao had overestimated Hu Qing's strength, Hu Qing's actual performance still surprised him. The strong wind around him, the thunder mixed in the sword energy, and the surging sword intent of those sword moves like flowing clouds.
, and Hu Qing's aura of becoming more and more comfortable as he pressed harder and harder, making him hold back his strength and couldn't help but want to let go and fight.
You must know that the two adjacent levels are already a natural chasm. Just one level higher is a crushing advantage against the lower level. He is an eighth level, a mature eighth level, while Hu Qing is just a new fifth level. A new fifth level force.
The fact that he, an eighth-level swordsman, wants to let go for a fight shows that her combat power, at least her swordsmanship, is already as powerful as the seventh-level swordsman.
However, he was just a little bit ready to make a move. If Fan Lao wanted to defeat Hu Qing, even if he didn't use spiritual power, he would be able to defeat him in minutes by relying solely on speed, strength and skills.
It can only be said that the current Hu Qing can interest Fan Lao's class.
Compared with Fan Lao's interest, Hu Qing was getting more and more excited as he fought. It felt like he wanted to open up all the restraints on his body and fight to his heart's content. It was also like many small ants biting in the blood vessels and in the bones, slowly
Yes, she bit it carefully, it didn't hurt, but it was itchy. It made her want to pull and twist her muscles and bones.
I always feel like something is missing.
Hu Qing fought more and more crazily. Seeing that her sword power was about to hit Lutang next to her, Fan Lao suddenly moved quickly and pinched the edge of the sword to force her to stop.
"Stop. It's useless to practice your swordsmanship with me. You have to ask your master for guidance."
Hu Qing's blood boiled and his face glowed red, and he sheathed his sword: "Okay, let's compete with fists and kicks."
Fan Lao took off his gloves and put them away: "I can also see the palm skills that match your sword skills. It won't be fun to fight with me. I'll find someone to fight with you."
Hu Qing was stunned: "Where can I find someone to fight with me now?"
Fan Lao realized that no one really gave her anything, especially now that she had captured Mao Yurou, she could do more.
Hu Qing said: "Master, please move Mao Yurou away, I still have to look after the child. I'll give you this set of magic clocks."
Fan Lao: "Is it easy to control it? What if I can't get it and let her escape?"
Hu Qing: "This set of magic clocks is quite powerful. You can control the center."
Fan Lao said politely: "Okay, I'll pay you back after using it."
Hu Qing: "If you haven't paid it back yet, there will be more opportunities to use it in the future."
Fan paused, feeling that she was planning something.
Hu Qing smiled and said nothing, and took out a small three-inch long gilt clock. Fan Lao input a trace of his spiritual consciousness into it and immediately connected with the magic clock. He immediately knew how to control the magic clock.
He controlled the magic clock to change its position, and Mao Yurou, who was lying on the ground, was immediately lifted into the air by invisible force. Fan Lao controlled the magic clock and began to move around Mao Yurou.
Mao Yurou: "Hu Qing, you said you admire my personality."
Fan Lao looked over and said, "Hey, you guys were having a great time chatting when I wasn't here."
Mao Yurou smoothed her tangled hair and said in a deep voice: "In the end, I didn't do anything to Shuangyang Sect. We can cooperate."
Hu chuckled and said, "The adults in the family have the final say."
Mao Yurou is standing in the way, you come here to pretend to me at this time. Obviously the Shuangyang Sect allows you to sit in charge, which means you are the one with the right to speak.
She said: "As you said, my ambition is never more than what meets the eye. I also admire you very much and believe that our cooperation can bring greater gains to each other."
Even though he was behind bars, even though he was seriously injured, Mao Yurou still planned calmly and calmly, firmly believing that he had the trump card to turn things around. This man had extremely strong self-confidence and charisma.
Hu Qing admired her even more.
She waved her hand: "You can persuade my master first. I will listen to my master."
Mao Yurou nodded to her and said in a deep voice, "We will have opportunities to cooperate."
Fan Lao: "Have you finished talking? How about you give her a gift?"
Hu Qing said, "She is in the master's hands, so it doesn't matter if I say a few more words."
Mao Yurou: "That's right. I sincerely invite Hu Qing to cooperate."
Fan Lao didn't say a word to her at all, and controlled the magic clock to go into the law hall.
Well, there are very deep cells in the temple.
Hu Qing withdrew the barrier, put away the conch that was playing the shark's song, and kneaded it with his fingers. A drizzle fell, and the little cute babies woke up, yawning nonstop, as if they hadn't slept enough.
But a minute later, they jumped up with full energy, some ran and some flew: "Auntie, I'm hungry and want to eat meat, lots and lots of meat."
Hu Qing said kindly: "Auntie will cook now."
A little Zaizai discovered something new: "Come and look, there is a big sandpit here, let's play in the sand!"
Hu Qing blushed and realized that he had forgotten to repair the area that Mao Yurou had smashed. He turned around in a hurry, but it was already too late. Many cubs had jumped in there and the dust was flying.
It doesn't matter to comfort yourself, just take a bath in the sand, it will just rain when the time comes.
When Fan Lao came out, his face was covered with dirt. He brushed his hands in front of his face, passed through the billowing yellow dust, and entered Hu Qing's boundary kitchen.
The little tiger next to him was drooling over the meat and said, "Huh? Grandpa is in!"
Grandpa Fan Lao: "..."
He looked at the ten big men outside who were doing their best to protect the safety of the cute creatures: "These puppets are very good."
Hu Qing looked up in the midst of his busy schedule: "Master, can you tell at a glance that they are puppets?"
Fan Lao: "There is no breath of living people. At my level, I can sense it."
