Although this fight was thrilling and gave spectators a chance to feast their eyes on it, no one wanted to participate in it. After all, it was related to the affairs of the imperial family. As a person in the world, the relationship with the imperial court was very delicate. It was better to do less than to do more.
It’s already great to be able to feast your eyes on it.
However, the old man's strength was so strong that it was unbelievable. Even Zhang Jibai and Yang Fu were amazed when they saw it. Huangshan was like a peasant entering the palace, with his mouth open. The old man's movement skills and the timing of his attacks,
The intensity is always just right. Watching the old man perform his moves is not like watching a fierce fight at all, but more like watching an exquisite dance performance.
On weekdays, when spectators watching the battle saw Nangong Wu and others, they were wary of his martial arts and his identity, so they usually stayed away. Unexpectedly, an old man with an unattractive appearance could fight one against three, and he was so calm and calm.
If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it?
However, the facts happened right in front of them. What was even more surprising was that the old man was very clever and incompetent. His moves seemed ordinary, but each move forced three people to block him. He looked extremely embarrassed.
Nangong Wu and the other two people also cried out in pain. It was clear that the old man's moves seemed to be breakable and easy to break. But every time he tried to break his moves, he seemed to have seen through their intentions. Every time
Can stand in front of them. As a result, the three of them were suppressed at every turn from the very beginning, and they couldn't tell the story of their suffering.
The girl didn't seem to care about the situation of the battle. It seemed that in her heart, her grandfather was sure of victory and she didn't need to worry at all. So she just turned all her eyes to Xi Wusi wholeheartedly.
When we meet, we are better than the golden wind and jade dew.
With three loud "bang bang bang" sounds, Nangong Wu, Master Liao, and Grandma Xiong flew up like three kites with broken strings, and hit a corner of the stage at the same time, with blood spurting from their mouths.
Wu. The three people frowned in pain. They couldn't figure it out. Together, the three of them could dominate almost half of the world, but now they were defeated so easily, and they were defeated by a humble old man.
Ten moves, just ten moves, or just ten moves, as if the old man had already recovered. At this time, Huangshan understood what it means to have a mountain as high as a mountain, and what it means that there is a world outside the sky and there are people outside the world. He has also experienced it himself,
If you fight with your own strength and try your best, you won't be able to catch the old man's five moves.
This old man is really terrifying. What is even more terrifying is that until now, no one knows who he is, no one knows what he does, and no one knows where he studied.
The old man succeeded with one blow. He stared at the three people lying on the stage with expressions of disbelief and unwillingness with a joking face. He was about to make some sarcasm when his face suddenly became very solemn again.
"Friend, I just tried my hand at a small skill, which is insulting to your respect and makes you laugh. Now that you've come, let's take care of it, why not see it?" The old man's voice was filled with a little excitement and a little fear.
What? Everyone doesn’t understand why, for such a terrifying old man, there is still someone who can make him feel fear? There is also a master here? Then isn’t this master a god-like existence?
Huang Shan licked his lips and became even more excited when he heard what the old man said. He even longed to see the master the old man said in his heart. As a knight-errant, he could see the real master.
Being a master is a lifelong wish.
A gust of wind blew and the flags on the scene were blown. It was obvious that someone had appeared. As soon as this person appeared, he showed strong pressure, making everyone feel a sense of depression. Only Huangshan and Xi Wu
Thinking, I felt a hint of familiar flavor from the strong aura.
"Could it be him?"
Huangshan murmured to himself. At this moment, everyone followed the old man's gaze and looked behind him. On the high wall behind him, stood a fat figure. As soon as this figure appeared, it made people feel like the mountains were standing tall.
"It's him, it's really him."
Huangshan felt relieved now, knowing that he was nearby, and his psychological pressure was reduced a lot. With him around, almost nothing was impossible.
Everyone was looking up at the fat figure, when they saw the man on the high wall turned around, still holding half a chicken leg in his mouth. He took off the chicken leg, wiped the wide cuffs, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth in his smile.
"I said, Mr. Miyamoto, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, why have you become so old? Did Kuchan not succeed in sitting, but he harmed himself? Go back to Japan, China is not the place for you, you and I can get to know each other.
, we are already old, why bother fighting to the death?"
Mr. Miyamoto? Japan? It turns out that this old man is not from China, but from Japan. No wonder he dared to call the emperor Zhu Laosi in public. But his granddaughter is obviously a slut, so what's going on?
What happened? Everyone was surprised, including Huangshan, but they didn't dare to ask.
"Hey, Sir," Mr. Miyamoto coughed a few times. Due to the severe coughing, his face turned the color of pig liver. After he calmed down, he slowly said, "Hey, Sir, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you are still the same.
, I really envy you, you live a free and easy life. I can't do it anymore, I have too many things on my shoulders, please forgive me, Master He."
Ah? Everyone then exclaimed, He Daxia? Could it be the legendary figure Zhen Sanshan He Xiong who disappeared fifteen years ago? It should be him. Apart from him, who has such a big aura? You can actually see such a legend here
He Xiong, it was really a worthwhile trip. Everyone started talking about it, and they couldn't hide their excitement and joy.
"He Daxia," Mr. Miyamoto paused, then pointed at the crowd and said: "Look, you are a hero that everyone respects, but I am unknown. If a man is alive, if he can live like He Daxia, he will die.
Rest your eyes."
He Xiong swallowed the last bite of the chicken, threw the chicken leg bones away, and came to Mr. Miyamoto: "Mr. Miyamoto, at this age, you and I should have seen through it long ago. The so-called false reputation is nothing."
All in vain. So what if you are a great hero? Back then, Xi Zhenke was famous for a while, and now a large number of people are vying to take his things, but in the end? It’s still a handful of loess. So, what’s there to fight for?
Yes, what can't you let go of? If you don't want to go back to Japan, that's fine. Why don't you follow my example of eating, drinking, and enjoying the world?"
Mr. Miyamoto did not answer, but pointed to his granddaughter and said: "He Daxia, this is an old friend of mine. I brought her up since she was a child. She is an orthodox Chinese native. We have been relying on each other for more than ten years. Today, if I
If she dies, please take good care of her for the sake of an old friend. As long as she can grow up and find a husband, I will die without any regrets, and I will be extremely grateful."
The girl stared with a pair of incredible big eyes, she didn't know what happened
Something, but she could feel in her heart that something big was about to happen, and she began to feel uneasy.
He Xiong sighed softly and said: "Is it really necessary to fight? To be honest, I have stopped using force for a long time. And, since you are concerned, why do you have to fight?"
Mr. Miyamoto still looked calm and did not answer He Xiong's words. He just waved to the girl and said softly: "Bao'er, come here, grandpa."
Bao'er trotted all the way, grabbing Mr. Miyamoto's hand and pulling it tightly. Then he looked at Mr. Miyamoto nervously and timidly called "Grandpa."
Mr. Miyamoto smiled kindly and said, "Bao'er, come and see Grandpa He."
Bao'er called He Xiong "grandpa" crisply, and then stared at Mr. Miyamoto intently, as if he was afraid that grandpa would disappear if he didn't watch.
He Xiong's nose felt sore and he nodded. At this time, Huangshan came slowly, and He Xiong just nodded towards Huangshan.
"He Daxia, her surname is Chen and her name is Chen Baoshan. I'll be looking out for you from now on." Mr. Miyamoto smiled and said softly to Bao'er: "Bao'er, if grandpa is no longer here in the future, you should follow He
Grandpa, he will take good care of you, do you understand?"
Bao'er seemed to understand, as if she knew what would happen. She was very reluctant to give up, but felt that she could not change the outcome. She could only nodded with aggrieved look on her face. The moment she lowered her head, the tears in her eyes seemed to have broken.
Threaded curtains fell one after another.
This scene happened to make Wei Yuehua see it clearly. She didn't understand the things between men, but when she looked at Bao'er, her nose felt sour, and she hurriedly walked to the small runway and hugged Bao'er tightly in her arms.
"Congratulations, Master," Mr. Miyamoto breathed a long sigh of relief and said as if he had put down a huge stone weighing on his heart: "Now I have no worries. With so many fellow Jianghu people here today, we can start fighting."
He Xiong sighed softly, shook his head, and turned around resolutely. At this moment, the others all retreated a few feet in unison, staring at the two of them, not even daring to express their anger.
A gust of wind blew up, blowing away the clothes of the two of them. The strong wind picked up the sand and stones on the ground, hitting their faces with constant pain. But even so, everyone could not take their eyes away, for fear that they would miss the most exciting thing in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, the entire venue was filled with sand and rocks, and the dust on the ground was blown up by the strong wind, as if there were waves of gray fog. The faces of He Xiong and Mr. Miyamoto gradually became blurry, until they could not see anything at all.
clear.
This process is very painful. No one can see what is happening in the gray fog, but no one dares to take a step forward. Everyone wants to know what is happening, but no one can see it. The so-called life is like a year.
It couldn't be more appropriate for all the spectators at this time.
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a loud bang, and after a while, the gray fog fell. Amid the screams of everyone, they saw He Xiong’s pale face, with a ferocious look on his face. Mr. Miyamoto was smiling.
After shaking for a few times, he finally collapsed to the ground and soon lost his breath.
Everyone didn't even dare to express their anger. Seeing such a result, some were sighing, some were sighing, some were shaking their heads, and some were solemn. This is a duel between masters, and a life-and-death fight between masters often only requires one move.