Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 438, a little bit cold

He Yuan and Bayan were standing in the open space talking, their expressions were relaxed, as if they were chatting about family matters.

Bayan said something that gave He Yuan a headache in a casual tone.

He Yuan asked: "Ouyang Feng stays here, what do you want to do?"

Bayan said: "He said he was dealing with the business here. But from the poor monk's point of view, it was definitely not the case.

The disciples I taught met him.As a result, several disciples suffered a disadvantage.The old monk took people to look for it, hey, ashamed.None of us were his opponents, so we suffered a little loss.The poor monk wants to remind you that if this person really comes, we may not be able to stop him.You have to be careful. "

He Yuan cupped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, Master Bayan, for reminding me."

Bayan returned to his team, bowed his head and recited scriptures silently.

After waiting for a while, still no one came.

Among the people who came up the mountain, some people were already waiting anxiously.

Until it was three poles high in the sun, news came from the brothers of the beggar gang that a group of people came from the direction of Jingzhao Mansion.

Sitting on the rock, He Yuan heard the voice coming from the bottom of the mountain, which gradually became clearer.

He saw someone coming up.

A dozen people in servant clothes surrounded a sedan chair carried by two people.

Siming Sanren sits on the sedan chair.Around him are seven or eight quack warriors of all kinds, probably newly recruited.

The four scattered people leaned on the backrests, lazily scanning the people waiting on the ridge with their eyes.Then, he reached out and tapped on the armrest.

The two people carrying the sedan chair carefully lowered the sedan chair.

He Yuan stood up and greeted him.

Seeing He Yuan's movements, the four scattered people raised the handy shovel with their right hands and walked out slowly.

The two got closer and closer.

He Yuan held the coral stick in his hand, and stopped about a foot away from the other party.Gently leaning on the coral stick on the ground, he stared at Siming Sanren indifferently.

The people around saw their actions and stood up one after another.

Just as Bayan was about to walk over, he heard that the two of them had already started talking without waiting for the middleman to start.He paused, thought for a while, and didn't move forward.

Siming looked at the people around him, smiled and said, "There are so many people, it looks quite spectacular. Unfortunately, they are all local chickens and dogs. There are so many people here, because I am afraid that no one will collect your body." Bar."

He Yuan said: "Looking at the people you bring, they seem to be doing nothing. If you want to talk nonsense, then you can leave it alone."

The scattered people nodded.

Both of them knew that today was a life-and-death decision, so they stopped hesitating, each slowly and calmly raised their weapons.

They all used long weapons, and each of them put on a posture.

Seeing that the two of them were about to start a fight without saying a word, everyone held their breath.

He Yuan has been observing carefully, guarding against prying eyes, but he has not found anything unusual. At this moment, he dare not be distracted, so he can only let Tian Laoliu and Gui San'er patrol the woods.

In a clearing in the forest.

The people watching the battle sparsely formed a half circle, with dozens of pairs of eyes watching the confrontation between the two.

These two people, one old and one young, are all dressed as Toutuo.He Yuan is slightly taller than Siming Sanren.Siming Sanren has gray hair, ugly appearance, and a fierce look on his face.His weapon is a handy shovel, much longer than ordinary handy shovels, with a curved handle that looks like a sun-dried snake.

The surrounding forest was silent, many people gathered here, and some flying birds had already avoided it.

Suddenly there was a breeze, and the two chose to fight at the same time.

He Yuan pushed his feet hard, and he jumped forward, the tail of the coral staff stabbed the opponent sharply.

Siming Sanren holds a convenient wrap in his right hand, and sweeps across from right to left, the weapon makes a sound of wind, the momentum is frightening.

He Yuan saw that the casual man was using a handy shovel with one hand, and he immediately became vigilant.His forward pace slowed down a bit, he quietly withdrew his left hand, and quickly clasped a flying cone in his hand.

Sure enough, at the same time that the opponent's convenient shovel came over, Sanren raised his left hand, and a ray of cold light came out.

He performed his stunt at the beginning.

The people around didn't understand what was going on.People with sharp eyes, seeing the old man raised his hand to use a hidden weapon, couldn't help but raise his heart. Seeing He Yuan rushing forward so fast, it was very likely that he would hit him head-on.

He Yuan was already prepared, he exerted force with his feet, and moved to the left. The coral stick lightly rested on the opponent's handy shovel, and then stirred it to dissipate the incoming force. Dodge that ray of cold light.

The cold glow brushed against his back.

He Yuan flicked his finger, and with a whoosh, the flying awl pierced Siming Sanren at a fast speed.

He was not sure whether this blow could hurt his opponent, and he had already buckled another hidden weapon in his hand.

He vaguely heard Siming Sanren snort contemptuously.

During this time, the weapons of the two had changed two or three moves.Everyone only heard the sound of weapons colliding, and saw He Yuan dodging continuously.

When a hidden weapon was released and in front of Siming Sanren, some people couldn't help but want to say hello.However, the voice has not yet come out.

Suddenly, from Siming Sanren's treasure bag, another ray of cold light burst out, hitting Fei Zhui straight.

Everyone heard a crisp sound of "Dang".

The flying cone made of fine iron was instantly cut into countless pieces by the cold light.

The cold light emitted by Sanren was extremely powerful and fast, it smashed the flying cone, and stabbed straight at He Yuanyuan without losing momentum.

It was beyond He Yuan's expectation that the opponent had a second flying sword.At this time, the first flying sword was turning around.The second flying sword pierced over again.

He Yuan was attacked by the enemy, turned around to dodge with all his strength, the hidden weapon he had buckled could only be released, and attacked the cold light that was piercing him from the front.He used the fastest speed to carry the coral stick to his back.

"Dang————" the sound of collision sounded.

Han Mang shattered the hidden weapon again.

He Yuan narrowly dodged the flying sword in front, and knocked away the flying sword coming from behind with his coral stick.

Two flying swords crossed, and a strand of He Yuan's hair was cut off.

The many friends who were watching originally wanted to say hello, but before the hello was said, He Yuan was at a disadvantage.

At this moment, all the people were shocked, and many people couldn't help but grasp the weapons at hand.

Bayan's face remained calm, but his heart was turbulent.Siming Sanren actually has more powerful kung fu, which he didn't expect.Moreover, judging by the power of his flying sword, it seems to be more powerful than the flying pestle he taught.If you run into such an opponent, how should you deal with it?
He thought over and over in his heart, but he couldn't come up with any countermeasures. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the scattered people were difficult to deal with, and he couldn't help but worry about He Yuan.

He Yuan also didn't expect that the opponent could use two flying swords at the same time, which was much more difficult to deal with than one flying sword.He dodged once, and it was too late to take out the hidden weapon again.

At this time, He Yuan's two hidden weapons were smashed by the flying sword, and the iron filings were still flying.He also reacted quickly, stretched out his robe sleeves, grabbed the handle, and hit Siming Sanren casually.
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