typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 44: Cold City Iron Fist

Hearing the words of the rickety old man and the old woman, Leng Buyu still did not take back his sword. The two long swords in his hands were still shining coldly, and the three short swords around him were still floating and rotating in an orderly manner. He looked at the two old men with a cold face.

He said: "This Seven-Star Sword is indeed the sword that General Han used in the past. I don't care whether this set of swordsmanship is what General Han used in the past."

Hearing what Leng Buyu said, the old woman couldn't help but feel angry. She hit the ground with her cane and said angrily: "Damn it, General Han's sword and General Han's sword moves were so frustrating in the past..."

·”

"Ha!" Before the old woman could finish her words, Leng Buyu couldn't help but sneer, and then he held the sword upright and backward again, with fierce eyes, and said, "The dead may be worthy of respect, but don't forget it.

, people are dead, and all kinds of things can’t be done!”

Hearing Leng Buyu's disrespect, even the rickety old man was filled with anger. He squeezed the cane in his hand and made a rattling sound. The rickety old man wanted to take action again, but was stopped by the old woman. The rickety old man was a little puzzled at first.

But then his ears moved slightly, and he couldn't help but frown.

The two old men looked at Leng Buyu for a few more times. There was joy, satisfaction, naturalness, and anger in their eyes. But then the two old men stopped talking, and disappeared on the long street after a few ups and downs.

After making sure that the two old men, who only knew their names but not their origins, were completely gone, Leng Buyu held his swords behind his back and put them back into their scabbards. He grabbed the dagger floating in the air with both hands and put it back into the scabbards on his chest. The blue cloak

Shaking slightly, he hid his body and sword under the blue cloak. His ears also twitched slightly, and it was a large group of soldiers running towards this place.

Several of them disappeared from the long street. After Leng Buyu left, a group of warriors wearing light armor like the young man named Chunsheng ran into the long street in neat formation, but this

After a while, the streets were already deserted.

Speaking of the young man named Chunsheng, he was blocked on the road by another person who came to Hansu City and was not easy to mess with. This person, not someone else, disappeared from their Lijingmen sight in Hansu City.

The idle people in the inner palace are driven by the cold wind.

Ji Ming Hanfeng sat on a long bench on one side of the stall. As usual, she was whittling a long piece of wood with a dagger. The wood gradually took on the shape of a long sword, and the hilt of the wooden sword was carved with tang and sword seats.

The texture has been removed, but the blade has not yet been formed.

When Chun Sheng ran past the noodle stall, his eyes moved slightly, and then he stopped. His hands with black iron fists could not help but clenched, and he frowned slightly and looked at the cold wind. The cold wind also looked at this man in a light dress.

A young man wearing a red forehead smear. The most eye-catching thing about this young man is naturally his pair of black iron suits.

The urging cold wind stopped the movement of his hands and met Chunsheng's eyes.

The crowds on the street are still moving around, but the cold wind and spring are like two sculptures in the moving crowd, one sitting and one standing.

Jiu Ming Hanfeng laughed and continued to carve the long piece of wood in her hand with the dagger in her hand. Chun Sheng walked towards Ji Ming Han Feng and sat directly opposite Ji Ming Han Feng. The noodle stall owner seemed to recognize Chun Sheng and came up with a grin.

, said: "Master Xiaobai, would you like a bowl of noodles? Add two stupid eggs."

Chun Sheng smiled at the noodle stall owner, and then waved his hand. The noodle stall owner looked at the noodle stall owner who was sitting there carving wood while eating a bowl of noodles. He smiled at Chun Sheng again, said nothing, and went back to continue his work.

.

Chunsheng dropped the wooden table with his two fingers, and then said: "Idle people in the inner palace, call for help from the cold wind."

Despite the cold wind, she naturally heard Chunsheng's words, but she was still sharpening her wooden sword without responding.

Chunsheng laughed and continued: "Hancheng has the rules of Hancheng. The city lord has given the inner government enough face, but you have to be careful about Wu Ziqian's revenge."

Hearing this name, Ji Ming Han Feng stopped his movements, and then looked at Chun Sheng with a frown. Seeing Ji Ming Han Feng's frown, Chun Sheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly again, with some disdain.

But then Han Feng snorted coldly and said: "I have nothing to do with my affairs, when will it be your little kid's turn to make irresponsible remarks? What did Wu Ziqian do..."

After hearing Han Feng's words, Chun Sheng stood up immediately and slammed his hands on the table. The sound was so thunderous that not only the diners and the owner of the noodle stall, but also the pedestrians on the street were startled by the sound and stopped.

The footsteps are looking this way.

Chun Sheng was still staring at the cold wind, but the words came from the boss of the same noodle stall: "Boss, if you break something, go to the city lord's mansion to report the account."

The owner of the noodle stall had a bitter look on his face after hearing this, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to respond and then started to pack up. The diners, whether they had finished eating or those who had just served, put down their coins and ran out.

Got a noodle stall.

Chun Sheng could only say a word, so the people in this noodle stall responded like this, which made Ji Ming Han Feng find it interesting. But Ji Ming Han Feng shook his head, and then said: "The inner government never kills innocent people indiscriminately, you are on the bounty list

Come on, don't make useless provocations."

After Chunsheng heard this, he laughed loudly, "Haha", and hit the wooden table with his fist from time to time. The wooden table was not broken, but a shallow pit was made on the tabletop by Chunsheng's casual fist.

"As expected of a member of the inner palace, his words are so arrogant. Then why bother you, a bounty hunter, to get out of Hancheng!"

Such disrespectful words would make any old-tempered person feel unhappy, let alone a bounty hunter like Ji Ming Han Feng. Ji Ming Han Feng inserted the unfinished wooden sword into the gap in the floor and held the dagger in his hand.

His eyes were gradually filled with a ferocious look.

Chunsheng's iron fists were also squeezed, but Hanfeng did not take action. She opened her mouth and asked, "Wu Ziqian, who is he?"

listen

When Han Feng suddenly asked this question, Chun Sheng was a little dazed, and then said: "What kind of person is he? It's up to you, a pretentious idler in the imperial court, to find out for yourself! Without evidence or evidence,

To take people's lives, and to come to your government to do business, it's just empty talk without evidence."

Ji Ming Hanfeng couldn't help but look slightly angry. Only the heinous people would be on the bounty list of the imperial court. She Ji Ming Hanfeng had never killed someone by mistake or unjustly. She killed Wu Ziqian because he intercepted the court's 100,000 yuan for disaster relief, which made him

Tens of thousands of refugees lacked food, and many people died of hunger and disease.

The evidence is conclusive, but neither the Lord of White City nor the young man in front of him disdain himself for this. The people of Hancheng are really interesting and ridiculous.

Chun Sheng did not want to talk to the cold wind, who was called the soul seeker, so he punched out his iron fist, and the wind was strong. Hanfeng leaned back to avoid the punch, and was about to raise his leg to kick the table over, but why?

Unexpectedly, the boy moved one step ahead of her and smashed the wooden table into pieces with an elbow.

There was no wooden table between the two of them, and Chun Sheng's fists were like thunder. Every punch made Ji Ming Han Feng almost get hit. Ji Ming Han Feng moved back and distanced himself from Chun Sheng. Chun Sheng lowered his head and looked down.

Seeing the unfinished wooden sword inserted into the gap between the stone slabs, I couldn't help but snorted, pulled out the wooden sword, and crushed it into sawdust with my iron hands.

Seeing that the wooden sword he was about to complete was directly destroyed by this young man, he urged Hanfeng to take a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense.

Seeing Ji Ming Han Feng's expression, Chun Sheng grinned. This time, Ji Ming Han Feng made the first move, jumped up and kicked Chun Sheng in the head. Chun Sheng blocked the front with his left fist, and then hit the target with his right fist.

He lowered himself to the waist, and then gave an uppercut, hitting the Achilles tendon behind the cold wind.

Ji Ming Han Feng's body skills were not bad. When Chun Sheng's fist was about to come, she put more force on her feet and used the force to get out. Chun Sheng's punch failed, but she also used her step to chase Ji Ming Han Feng. The two of them chased after Ji Ming Han Feng.

Just on the street, one was attacking fiercely, but the other had to rely on his nimbleness to dodge.

It looked as if the young man in light armor had the upper hand.

But at this moment, Chun Sheng's ears twitched slightly as he heard the sound of "whistle". Without dodge, he grabbed his right hand in the air and caught several hidden weapons that were fired at him. When he opened his palm, he saw that they were actually several ghost-headed darts.

Chunsheng didn't recognize this thing, so he threw the ghost-headed dart on the ground and said disdainfully: "Young people can just attack with hidden weapons."

Chunsheng just grabbed it casually, and the ghost-headed escort did not pose any threat to him. In his opinion, it was of no importance, but the eyes of Ji Ming Hanfeng were filled with shock.

Seeing Han Feng's unbelievable look, Chun Sheng chuckled, made a fist stand, loosened and clenched his fingers, and moved his neck and shoulders, and then said: "Some people use knives, some use swords, I, have this

Two iron fists are enough to serve Hancheng! As long as the iron fists are there, ghosts and gods cannot invade!"


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next