Han Shaer fell to the ground and calmly appeared at the door of the hall. He laughed and said: "I am just a fish that slipped through the dragnet. I escaped here. I heard what you said was very lively, so I eavesdropped for a while.
I'm sorry!" Look at the sect master, he is indeed similar to Hua Qingchi. He is about the same age and height, and has a similar face shape. He can't tell the difference. When Hua Qingchi is not sitting in the hall, he is more peaceful and upright. This guy looks tall.
Cold, aggressive and restrained.
"Beloved concubine, capture this person quickly, no matter life or death!" The sect master was frightened for a while, then forced himself to calm down, and issued the order sternly and coldly.
Yu Yanzi shook the Tianyin sword, and several phantoms came straight towards Han Shaer.
Han Shaer was on guard for a long time. He whipped up an arrow with strong wind from the ground and pierced Yu Yanzi's wrist. The four candlelights flickered, and the one in the middle was extinguished. Yu Yanzi was forced to stop, and his wrists and tiger's mouth were numb.
She forced herself to raise the sword and struck forward. Ling'er rushed out with a diagonal stab, grabbed the sword with her hand, and pressed her wrist against her neck.
Yu Yanzi scolded: "How dare Han Ling'er dare to blaspheme the master! Why don't you help me as a master and capture the powerful enemy quickly?!"
Ling'er showed his little fangs and laughed: "Where can you find such a strong enemy? He is my brother Han Shaer. I really can't help you. I have been called the chief instructor for many years. When did you become a master? Your swordsmanship, piano and chess, etc.
, I’m just learning to play, do you still take it seriously? I know more than you, and I’m also prettier than you.”
The sect leader was stunned when he saw Ling'er: "Yu Yanzi, you are disloyal to me! Such a beautiful little girl will not report anything. Used in the right place, she can be worth a hundred thousand soldiers!"
Yu Yanzi was full of resentment: "The building is about to collapse, do you still have any thoughts?"
Humph! What a stupid idea! It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit, and will never forget its true nature even before death! Silly Han really wanted to slap a few big mouths, strangle him to death, but he couldn’t hold it back for a long time, and rushed
Yu Yanzi bowed: "Sister Fairy, you taught me kung fu and were kind to me. I don't blame you. We are even." He asked Ling'er to take away the sword and asked her to sit down in her original position.
How dare Yu Yanzi take any chances: "No need to be hypocritical. We made a mistake when I taught you before. It was my order to kill you at the Jiangemen - what is supposed to come will eventually come. Your kung fu is ten times better than mine.
Give me a good time!" Han Shaer shook his head gently, with a sad look on his face: "No, I am sincere! Those four great swordsmen are also my friends. They did not complete the task and all their lives were lost. I don't bear any grudge against them.
Still hate you? Don’t think too much, go back, the black shirts will attack Lingxu Cave, the old Taoist priest and many Yuyi masters have already ascended to heaven."
"My father, he has ascended to heaven? Black shirt will..." Yu Yanzi's mind fell into chaos, her eyes instantly dimmed and sluggish, she murmured to herself, and sat on the chair, unable to sit firmly, Ling'er helped her
Got a handful.
"My dear concubine, don't listen to him sowing discord. The Black Shirt Club and Emei are from the same family - take your life!" the sect master roared wildly, and threw a sword as fast as an arrow at Han Shaer's chest.
"Mr., be careful!" Ling'er intercepted, but it was already too late.
Han Shaer was paying attention. He had learned the lesson from Zhen Ji Chongliang before and did not dare to take it lightly. He dodged with lightning, exerted force with one palm, and grabbed it with a swish. Hey, the strength of this sword was far worse than that of Zhen Ji Chongliang! He was furious.
The ground rose, and his lips turned to sarcasm: "I don't blame you, you are really good! You haven't practiced in vain for decades, come again!" Holding the tip of the sword in his hand, he took two steps forward and handed the sword handle to the opponent.
The sect leader really stood up to pick it up. The moment the contact came into contact, his wrist was in severe pain, and he screamed "Ouch". He fell back and sat down, his face turned ashen. The sword made a "clang" sound, and sparks were scattered on the ground.