Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 221 [Raw rice, cooked rice? 】

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The second son Xu Fengnian holds the dead wood deer cutting knife at his waist, Huang Man'er and Qingniao are already close.

In the shape of horns.

His Royal Highness Shizi smiled calmly and asked: "Sir, these three worships are earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, I am ashamed of myself.

It's just that I don't know, would you dare to do such a thing on Guniu Dagang? "

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said flatly: "If you say why you dare not, His Royal Highness may not believe it."

After a pause, he turned around and looked at the second son Xu Fengnian, who was beside him, and said:

"If you say you don't dare, will Second Young Master draw your sword on the spot?"

Xu Fengnian stared at the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family who had become a laughingstock, and the weasel gave the chicken New Year greetings!

Curious about what kind of mystery he was playing at this moment, with an impatient look on his face, he said:

"Tell me, find my brother, what's the matter?

If it weren't for the fact that your daughter and my brother have already made a private decision for life, and that they have already cooked rice, I wouldn't be too lazy to talk nonsense with you! "

Xu Qianqiu: "..."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng: "..."

Blue Bird and Murong Sisters: "..."

It feels like this guy is doing something on purpose!

The corner of Xuanyuan Jingcheng's mouth twitched slightly, he automatically skipped the cooking process, pointed at the vital point, calmly asked:

"Your Highness, do you know that when you were in Wuzhou that day, the little girl Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to make things difficult for you? Make things difficult for you?"

Xu Fengnian clenched the deer-cutting knife in his left hand, trying to kill him with one blow.

He often fights with his right-handed sword, but few people know that he is best at left-handed sword.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely not such a waste as in the legend, a nerd...

Really, people in the world should not be underestimated. Only when you step into the rivers and lakes will you know that they are all old men.

Even if he has the title of the world's number one dude, he didn't do it himself, but was borrowed by his elder brother, even if it is so, it must be more real.

This Xuanyuan Jingcheng is really hidden!

Xu Qianqiu knew his intention, breathed lightly, smiled on his mouth, and said:

"Please tell me, sir!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng spoke calmly, and said: "You look very similar to a person, you look like seven or eight, and you look like eight or nine..."

As soon as the words came out, before His Royal Highness could open his mouth, the second son Xu Fengnian's left hand saber was instantly unsheathed.

The saber blared, and in an instant, he was in front of Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

Knife drawing!
Ok?
Xu Qianqiu frowned slightly, this knife actually blended into the artistic conception of his [Spear Like a Dragon].

Sure enough, those who use battle to break through the realm, use battle to support war, and the more they fight, the stronger they become. Those who cultivate like this are all masters of stealing teachers.

Wang Xianzhi is like this, and so is his younger brother Xu Fengnian.

Although he can't comprehend his laws of heaven, he can use his meaning, comprehend his form, and integrate into his own martial arts.

The cyan saber gang entered from Xuanyuan Jingcheng's neck and exited from his waist. Once the saber succeeds, it will be cut diagonally to the waist.

This sword takes the sword-drawing technique as its god, the green snake with two sleeves as its soul, the spear as a dragon as its meaning, and the dead wood deer-cutting knife as its matchmaker.

With the knife out of its sheath, one step into the master.

At the peak of the second rank, he finally breaks through the realm, enters the first rank, and becomes the Vajra realm.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng frowned, did not move his left foot, turned his right foot to draw a semicircle on the ground.

The left hand is holding the book behind the back, and the right hand stretches out the pale fingers to pinch the deer-cutting knife.

Following the momentum of Xu Fengnian's lingering saber, he let go of his strength downward.

The middle-aged scholar snorted, slightly surprised.

The cuff that the scholar held the knife fluttered in the absence of wind.

With a stabbing sound, half of the sleeves were cut off.

There is a bloodstain on the wrist.

Xu Fengnian turned the blade, Xuanyuan Jingcheng let go and stepped back, his toes staggered and tapped lightly, his figure was indescribably light and graceful.

The two confronted each other, and they just tasted it.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng lowered his head, glanced at the bloodstains on his sleeves and wrists, he was shocked and couldn't add it for a long time.

This gentle scholar who has been hiding for decades, at this moment, finally believes the rumors in the world:

Beiliang should be happy!

The number one dandy in the world has such strength, Beiliang is really a place where crouching tiger hides dragon.

Turning a blind eye to the broken sleeve, and not annoyed, he cupped his fists slightly and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to the second son for becoming a first-rank master!"

Xu Fengnian put the saber back into its sheath, returned the gift, and said: "The younger generation was so rude just now, I hope the senior will not blame you."

After gaining benefits, it is natural to give people face.

Now that I have learned that my mother is not dead, the angry expression just now is naturally pretending, but I borrowed someone to practice the sword.

Knowing that the visitor was not malicious, Xu Fengnian took his younger brother Xu Longxiang to the side to continue picking hawthorns.

Even if there is malice, with elder brother Xu Qianqiu here, there will be no big disturbance.

The Murong siblings had already retreated to the side, cautiously peeking over here.

Xu Qianqiu politely stretched out his hand, signaling Xuanyuan Jingcheng to take a step to speak.

The two came to the Qingxi Mountain Pavilion not far away, entered the pavilion to make tea, and the blue bird prepared tea.

"The last time I went to the grave outside Zhizhang City, how many wine glasses did I see, are they all yours?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng nodded lonely.

Glancing at Xu Longxiang who was squatting on the ground not far away, Xuanyuan Jingcheng had mixed feelings, and said, "Born in the Diamond Realm!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng knew that time was limited, so he cut straight to the point and went straight to the point.

He took out a secret letter from his sleeve.

Only envelopes, no contents.

On the envelope, there was a bloody palm print.

That is the unique symbol of the first floor in the world.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng handed over the envelope and said, "I will leave everything to His Royal Highness!"

A few days ago, the owner of No. [-] Building in the World personally replied to the letter, saying that the matter of Huishan had been handed over to the Prince of Beiliang to make a full decision.

So, when he learned that the son of Northern Liang had arrived at Longhu Mountain, the old father, who was worried about his daughter's safety, rushed over in a hurry.

When Xu Qianqiu asked about Huishan, Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not hide anything, and told the truth one by one.

"Qingfeng's mother and Xuanyuan Dapan double cultivated to take revenge on me.

Now, this old ancestor wants to let Qingfeng enter Guniu Dagang again, and double cultivation with him. "

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice was steady, and he did not deliberately hide his ugliness by keeping his voice low.

Hearing this, Murong Tonghuang and Murong Wuzhu, siblings, looked at each other in dismay.

He was stunned and shocked beyond measure.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said indifferently: "In the past 20 years, I have learned all the secret skills of Huishan Wending Pavilion.

A fork in the road with no turning back.

Not afraid to die.

But I hope mother and daughter are safe. "

Xuanyuan Jingcheng spoke slowly, coughed a few times, covered his mouth, the blood was scarlet, shocking.

Xu Qianqiu glanced at his pale face, and said: "You may be able to fight Xuanyuan Dapan to the death, but you may not be able to survive."

The Taoist classics in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hands had already been dyed red, and he put them behind his back. He looked at Xu Qianqiu with a light smile, and said:

"He wants to achieve great longevity, so I will let him see it.

It's just that the Realm of Longevity I obtained is not real immortality, so the outcome is between five and five.

After my death, the mother and daughter will entrust His Highness. "

On the side, the Murong siblings had already set off turbulent waves in their hearts.

The two of them seemed to have settled Xuanyuan Dapan's doom in just a few words.

The discussion lasted for about three cups of tea.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said to himself: "Once Xuanyuan Dapan died, Huishan would be troubled by my father Xuanyuan Guoqi and my brother Xuanyuan Jingxuan.

If the two of them die again, as long as His Highness can save Qing Feng's life, he can use her as a puppet to control Guniu Dagang. "

Xu Qianqiu turned the teacup in his hand, with a smile on his face, calm and indifferent, said: "Okay!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the dark blue Guniu Mountain in the distance, and murmured:

"I am coming."

(End of this chapter)