Mu Ziyun returned to the Qingshan Peak Pavilion, and after sitting down, Li Ziwen whispered to Mu Ziyun, "You can't win next." "Yes, who are the people of Master Fu Shashan?" Li Ziwen didn't expect Mu Ziyun to ask this, glanced at him suspiciously, and said, "Didn't I tell you earlier?" Like the Fallen Leaf Sect, they are all madmen, and the mountain is dominated by outlaws, and there is no regular law, except for the killers who have been caught and cultivated since childhood, there are few masters and apprentices, and they are all thieves who joined halfway."

"Then there may be a good one....""No...""Good people can't survive in the mountains, and none of the survivors are clean" "There should be exceptions"......

"The next piece of Qiang land, Beizhuang and the surrounding seventy miles area"

"Eh, we want to!" Inside the pavilion of the dust gate, three disciples waved their hands and shouted, and one of them jumped out of the pavilion and came to the field. He bowed in the middle of the room first, grinned and said: "When I came out, the head of the house gave me the task, I want to get back some Qiangdi, uh, admit it, and I promised you" This disciple looked more honest, which made everyone laugh.

"What a big breath, take back some land, you should be your home in Huzhou, hahaha..."

A figure fell on the field, "Song Hua came to fight with Song Hua, a hundred refining soldiers"

Song Hua! Mu Ziyun said secretly in his heart, just look at his ability, if he really took out the fog awning, maybe he teased me yesterday.

"Oh, it's the eldest young master of the Hundred Refining Soldiers, accept and concede!" The disciple of the Dust Sect bowed again and said, "The younger brother's name is Footcloth, and his subordinates are merciful."

"Poof, footwraps! Hahaha...."The people of the various sects burst into laughter, Feng Jing covered his mouth with his sleeves and smiled: "How can this person come up with such a name!" Even the corners of Zhang Kui's mouth, which had been tense on his face, grinned.

"Hey! Footwraps! It's the lazy lady who named you, hahaha...""The footwrap is amazing, this is amazing! ”

"Ahem" 'Footwrap' was a little red on his face, and he straightened up and pretended, but it still made everyone laugh.

On the contrary, Song Hua did not have the slightest smile on his face, and said to the footcloth: "How do you know my identity, I have lived with the disciples of the sect since I was a child, and there are only five people in the entire sect who know my identity, where did you get the news!" ”

"Well, that's what the elder told me!" The footcloth scratched his head, "I also said that you won't bring the baby with you this time, and said that I can't lose if I beat you..... ah no, no, I didn't say the latter sentence"

Song Hua's face was very grim, the origin of the Hundred Refining Martial Arts can be traced back to 1,200 years ago, when the martial arts were just ordinary swords, guns and clubs, without any color, there was a family that changed the situation, this small family was only a total of more than 100 people at that time, because of the chaos of the war, if you want to survive, you have to learn martial arts, but the resources in the family are too few and the talents of the clan are too poor, and they have been oppressed by various forces, so they discussed creating some traps or special weapons to resist foreign enemies.

At first, it was a bow and crossbow for dark weapons, and then it slowly developed into swords and guns a hundred years later, relying on the materials obtained from selling weapons, this small family continued to grow, and also climbed a lot of powerful forces to protect the safety of the clan.

Four hundred years later, eight hundred years ago, a young man in the family accidentally discovered that the equipment he made could produce fluctuations, this news made the whole family blow up, they pondered and found that some special things, or special forging methods can give weapons 'ability', they overturned all the previous smelting methods, and began to make treasure vehicles.

This unexpected gain made this small family become a big sect that divided the power of Huzhou, but because of the coveted people, too many, this sect suffered a huge tribulation after a few decades, more than half of the clansmen were killed, in order to retain the fire, the old patriarch at that time only left a dozen people in the direct line, let the others all give up smelting weapons, to ensure that the secret is kept within the minimum range, each generation can only leave one heir to make treasures, the rest of the people to make ordinary weapons, and the identity of the heirs must be kept secret, to live with ordinary people, Fabricated enough identity background, in this way, the family has lasted for nearly a thousand years and is prosperous today.

The war is almost impossible for the Hundred Refining Soldiers, because the family ring of this family is 'not greedy', each generation can only make a few treasures or even one, for other forces, it is not easy to destroy the Hundred Refining Soldiers, keep it and get the treasures, this kind of trading can be seen at a glance.

"Undercover? Among those people are the undercover agents of the dust door! Song Hua said angrily. I don't know! The footwrap was a little panicked, "That's what the elder said, how do I know!" ”

"Two" The woman outside the court said: "Don't talk anymore, time is limited, please try as soon as possible"

"Yes, little brother, let's try it, I have to go to the city with my brothers," said the footwrap.

"Look for death!" Song Hua angrily rushed to the footcloth, and suddenly there was an extra scabbard in his hand, the scabbard was very narrow and long, and the front and back were open.

Call! Song Hua stabbed the end of the scabbard to the footcloth, and before the action was over, a long sword was pierced out of the scabbard, and when the long sword did not stop, a fluctuation formed by Wu Gang was stabbed from the blade of the sword, "Uh!" The footcloth kicked back two or three steps, and the big head tilted his ear and made a cut, "It hurts!" ”

The scabbard in Song Hua's hand withdrew the long sword, raised it to the top of his head and rotated it twice in his hand, during which sword waves were sent out from both ends of the scabbard, tearing the outer garment of the footcloth to shreds, fluttering, Song Hua seemed to be holding a short blade, and like carrying a spear, the long sword in front of the stab stabbed out from the front mouth, with the sword wave, after the footcloth flashed, Song Hua's fingers did not move, the long sword was withdrawn from the front mouth and stabbed out from the back mouth, and the sword wave first cut the underwear of the footcloth. Immediately after that, the blade pierced the back of the footcloth.

From front to back, the position of the long sword changed quickly, and the footcloth was obviously much heavier, and it was stabbed three or four times.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!" The footwrap moved left and right, reached out and grabbed it a few times, and jumped around clumsily like a wild duck.

In the Chang Ke Zong Pavilion, Mo Chaozhen said: "This dust gate is really weak enough" Lu Huazhu whispered: "Don't forget what you should do!" "Don't worry, I'll keep listening."

Song Hua stabbed two times in one step, not giving the footcloth time to breathe, sideways front and back, left and right, stabbed in all the directions that could be stabbed, by the way, there was also above!

Song Hua raised his feet and jumped into the air, snap! Song Hua was shocked, it turned out that he was caught by a footcloth. "Ahh.....hh The footcloth grabbed Song Hua's feet and fell to the ground. "Huh!" Song Hua squeaked and slammed to the ground, "Your grandma's, you're still addicted to stabbing you!" ”

The footcloth grabbed Song Hua's legs with both hands, and there was a back fall in the wild kicking of his legs, and then there was an endless fall, smashing, bumping, no matter how hard he Song Hua used to feed, he couldn't kick the hand of the footcloth, "You die!" Song Hua stabbed a sword wave at the footcloth, and before he could reach his body, he was thrown to the bottom again, causing Song Hua's nose to be blue and his face to be swollen.

"You spread out!" "I don't save" "Donkey's, you don't save!" "No!"

"What's going on with Song Hua!" Luqiu Gongliang said in his heart: "What the hell are you doing, don't you kick it away quickly" How did he know that the hand wrapped in the footcloth was like a handcuff, and even Song Hua couldn't kick it away even if he tried his whole body.

"You spread out, let's fight well!" "Why, if I let it go, you want to stab me again" "I promise not to stab, I'll throw the sword away" Song Hua threw the sword out with a shake of his hand.

"Then I won't sprinkle it either," the footwrap increased the strength of his hand. "You! …..” Song Hua gasped, "Okay, okay, I know now why you call it a footcloth, if you have the ability, you can spread it, let's fight to the death."

The footwrap didn't answer, he turned over and spun and fell to the ground, bang, smashed into the ground a few inches deep, Song Hua sprayed the mud in the spout, "Okay, you kid has a kind, I obeyed, I admit defeat!" "Really?" "Really"

"Then you say it to them!" The footwrap spread out one hand and pointed out to the outside of the field. Song Hua glared at the footcloth angrily, and said to the woman outside the court: "Hey, I admit defeat!" Hurry up and let this kid spread my feet."