In the face of a famous swordsman who doesn't know the depth, he can't go out without a sword, even if he thinks that his swordsmanship is not weak, but there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, being a man requires self-confidence, but being too confident is conceited.

If a person is conceited, he digs his own grave.

Bailu acted as a-stirring stick, and excitedly provoked the relationship between the Ten Directions Slashing Moon and the Ghost Moon, and the two leaders who looked like each other had a bigger mustard in their hearts, but they still didn't tear their faces.

Ghost Moon and Shifang Slashing Moon are both sinking like water, no matter what, they are all people in the same camp, even if they don't agree, they will not fight in the same room in front of foreign enemies, and they will still choose to be consistent with the outside world at critical moments.

Why don't you tear it up?

I stabbed your bladder with a knife, you pierced my large intestine with a sword, I stabbed with a sword, you with a sword, everyone happily went to the underworld to eat feces together, isn't this a faster thing than singing about wine and galloping horses?

Bailu looked forward to it for a long time, but the two still didn't fight, and Shifang Chopping Moon turned the spearhead to him again, and said without refusal: "Pull out your sword." ”

Why do most swordsmen like to compete with others? What exactly is a sword like? The upper sword is better than the lower sword, the golden sword is better than the silver sword, the main sword is better than the reverse sword, and the lower sword is the most silver, and the most anti-sword is drunk more......

There is always Diao Min who is more annoying than the big sword.

It seems that he can't dodge, after all, it is a slight illness, even if he doesn't agree, he will cut it over, Bailu touched the hilt of the sword, and asked coolly: "Are you a swordsman?" ”

"Yes."

"Your sword looks good."

"Very good."

"How's your swordsmanship?"

"I have been practicing swords for thirty years, and I think I am not weak."

Bailu said lightly: "I am also a swordsman. ”

"I can see it."

"I also have a very good sword."

"Looks good."

"I've only been practicing swords for three months, and I think I'm extremely weak." Bailu had a small face: "So, how are we doing kung fu with fists and feet?" ”

“(⊙_⊙)”

"Manly, big husband, in a word, dare not?

Shifang Chopping Moon's old face turned red, suppressed his anger, and said angrily: "We are swordsmen, what kind of fists and kicks are we like?" Don't you have a sense of honor as a swordsman? ”

Bailu blinked: "Not at all." ”

“(⊙_⊙)”

"How old are you?"

Shifang Chopping Moon replied stunned: "Forty years old." ”

"Do you know how old I am?"

"Fifteen or sixteen?"

Bailu had a black line on his face, and pouted: "Since you know that I am only fifteen or sixteen years old, then you should know that when you have completed your sword practice, I am still in the egg." ”

“(⊙_⊙)”

"Do you think it's a fair duel?"

Shifang Chopping Yue's old face turned red, and a cold sweat fell, and it was not until this moment that he realized that the white deer in front of him was just a child, if they competed with swords, they would win and win, and they would be accused of bullying children.

Ghost Moon quietly took a step back, his old face was also a little smacked, he was only at this moment suddenly surprised that Bailu was just a child, if he ordered a sneak attack to kill Bailu, not only would he lose face when he spread it, but also lose his samurai honor, of course, his samurai honor had been taken to feed the dog several years ago......

They completely regard Bailu as an opponent of the same level, insidious, cunning, sleek, spicy, courageous and scheming, calm, and more sophisticated than anyone else in poisoning, where is this like a child?

Bailu raised his little face, pretending to be tender in strength, and asked if you are afraid?

The three men looked at each other and fell silent.

In the meditation room in the backyard of Honnoji Temple, Xuanwu Sanbao was wearing a white samurai uniform, sneakily wandering around, and after Bailu explained that they had found a safe retreat route, they tried to capture five or six senior monks as hostages to cover the retreat.

"Kitten, why did the young master let us catch the bald donkey of the Honnoji Temple as a hostage?"

"Don't you have a brain?" The hyena replied instead of Tmall: "The Liufeng family captured the hostages here to exchange, and the bald donkey here not only turned a blind eye, but also aided in the abuse, which shows that this Honnoji Temple has a lot to do with the Liufeng family." ”

The bullet shamelessly asked: "A bald donkey looks almost the same, how do we know which one is a high monk?" ”

"Did you really become the captain by having one more egg than others?" The hyena said angrily: "The old bald donkey in gorgeous clothes is a monk." ”

The bullet squinted and corrected: "It's not that I have one more egg than others, but that you have one less egg than others." ”

“(￢_￢)”

Tmall squeezed his eyebrows and asked, "Three eggs, how do you know that others are also three eggs?" ”

The bullet said arrogantly: "Which man is not a third egg?" The boss is a poisonous hand and an iron hand, they are all three eggs, and only the two of you are two eggs. ”

"Except for the ass balls."

“(￢_￢)”

Tmall pouted: "If you want to say that, your face is also counted?" ”

The hyena rolled his eyes and said, "Let's stop talking about the beep, let's get down to business first, if it's because we sabotage the young master's strategy, he will kick the ass of the three of us." ”

Tmall complained casually: "The young master always touches a woman's buttocks with his hands, and then kicks the man's buttocks, which is really different." ”

The hyena said in a weird way: "If it's the other way around, the young master kicks the woman's ass with his foot, and then touches the man's ass with his hand, don't you feel shocked?" ”

“(⊙_⊙)”

It's really scary to think about, Tmall and the bullet involuntarily shivered.

The front yard square shouted and killed, and it was very lively, but the Zen room in the backyard was unusually peaceful and quiet, as if the disputes in the front yard had nothing to do with them.

The three of them peeped into a meditation room and a meditation room, most of the monks were reading books and chanting, they came to a relatively high meditation room, the door was opened with a bang, and a middle-aged rich monk in a golden robe walked out.

The local tyrant Jin is obviously a big fish.

The hyena jumped forward and gave the middle-aged monk a hook punch to the abdomen, the middle-aged monk snorted, his fat face was distorted, and the hyena made up another hand knife, and the middle-aged monk covered his neck, shook it and fell to the ground.

"Dog, you're too ruthless, aren't you?"

"We want living hostages, not dead donkeys."

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Tmall pointed to the middle-aged monk who wet his pants on the ground and began to foam at the mouth, and said angrily: "You call this measured? ”

“(￢_￢)”

"I wonder what would happen if you weren't measured?"

The hyena said heartlessly: "If I don't pay attention to proportion, I may kill him in the first blow." ”

The bullet took out the rope tape and asked, "Do you still want this goods?" ”

Tmall said disgustedly: "Don't do it, the urine has been beaten, the dog is too heavy, wait for me to shoot." ”

The three of them dragged the foaming middle-aged monk back to the meditation room and threw it away, immediately closed the door and rushed out, continuing to look for the local tyrant golden bald donkey......