"You stay here and don't make a sound, I'll go out and have a look. Bai Luofeng sensed that Cui Renzhu was about to move, and threatened viciously: "Otherwise, don't think that I will save you if you die." ”

Half of the Confucian students were proud, when did they suffer the resentment under the fence, and almost scolded: How great are you Bai Luofeng?

In the end, the words still didn't pop out, because the humiliated Thousand Swords Gongzi inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tension hidden in Bai Luofeng's expression.

Cui Renzhu is not a confused person, he can figure out why a person who is not sure of defeating the enemy, a person who is obviously capable of escaping the crisis immediately, is now resolutely blocking in front of him.

Bai Luofeng opened the rattan curtain, and the two men with big shoulders and thick waists took root in front of the cave like a solid city, as quiet as a scarecrow in the field, locking him intently.

"Your physique is really strong, and you don't have anything to do at all. Bai Luofeng restrained himself from revealing the difference in his heart, it stands to reason that the previous hard encounter, even if it was not enough to cause death, was enough to make the two opposite sides injured for a while, how could they be unharmed?

"Stinky boy, don't want to run away this time. Yan Daoping stretched his healed muscles and bones extremely happily, and his close-fitting mountain axe was eager to try and prepare to kill.

Bai Luofeng secretly shouted that the situation was not good, and his arm, which had been severely injured and had not recovered for a long time, had recurred from his old injuries when he resisted Yan Dao's groundbreaking two axes the day before yesterday, and he could not use his usual strength.

The lesson of the previous car was particularly painful, Yan Daoping was unwilling to procrastinate, and his spirit was like a very hungry tiger pounced on a sheep, covering the full moon in the sky and sweeping away at the young man's head.

Bai Luofeng's mouth said briskly, how dare he actually despise the strange power of the "Tiger Eating Axe". He hurriedly bent his waist and leaned back, and the axe body tattooed with the pattern of a tiger descending from the mountain slid past, and a few strands of fine hair that could not keep up with the speed and flew in the air suddenly broke off its restraints, and swayed and disappeared unconsciously.

After a few fights, the swordsman retreated without danger, and waved his mind to forget the axe blade that had just been blown and broken.

At this moment, a fine needle was born in the darkness in the long night, escaping the pursuit of the bright moonlight in one fell swoop, and quietly shot at Bai Luofeng's head.

Yan Daoping saw a flash of silver light, and the strong man who had experienced failure grew wise, knowing that no matter how big his brute strength was, he couldn't catch up with Bai Luofeng's vigorous posture. At the critical moment, he became more and more calm, suppressed his anger, and forcibly increased his arm strength to the strength of two bulls and two tigers in an instant at an extraordinary speed, making a fierce attack with the intention of attracting Bai Luofeng's attention.

The axe fell, and the blade of the axe with the power of thunder slashed directly into the ground, opening a straight tunnel, extending to the distance under the twisting old tree and not stopping, domineeringly tearing it apart and continuing to move forward.

The mountains that had been dormant in the cold winter were once again awakened by the hustle and bustle, and there were already countless innocent ancient trees that fell down with the sound of endless pulling.

The "Tiger Eating Axe" naturally didn't expect to be able to really cut off Bai Luofeng's arm, he quickly pulled out the mountain opening axe, jumped backwards with the strength that had been stored in his leg for a long time, and stared at Bai Luofeng who stayed in place and was extremely quiet.

The imaginary scene of the young man falling to the ground and wailing and pleading for mercy has been lingering for a long time, and the fresh moonlight is like pearl powder in the sky sprinkled on the shoulders of Bai Luofeng. Yan Daoping impatiently poked his neck to see half of his body, and his dry palms slowly overflowed with hot sweat from excitement and anxiety.

Finally, the unmoving figure was revealed in the moonlight, and the eyes that had remained clear during the fight were not gloomy, but more radiant.

In an instant, Yan Daoping seemed to have lost his breath and was stunned in place—in the dark night, a bright and sparkling stick was obediently sandwiched between two fingers.

A chilling finger is really indispensable!

"Do you despise my kung fu?" Bai Luofeng threw away the hidden weapon in his hand and slowly pulled out the sword resting in the sheath, "Back then, Tang Wuye couldn't hurt me with a hundred copper plates, so I am afraid that it is not enough to take my life with a worthless broken needle and the means of making three indiscriminate measures." ”

The sound of hearty laughter crossed the quietly settled mountain forest, and a few lazy birds that flew south and were so frozen that they could hardly spread their wings suddenly heard the sound of sharpening knives and babbled out of the nest in pain.

In the bushes that devoured everything, a languishing and short figure gradually walked out, he patted his withered hands, his triangular eyes were more piercing than silver needles, and the cheeks of the sharp-beaked monkey squirmed with a yin and yang strange aura and said: "Little Brother Bai is really talented, and Tang Daxia is also a person admired by the old man, but unfortunately his high ability died earlier than me." ”

"You!" Bai Luofeng heard the deep meaning of his words, his cold eyebrows pointed at him, and his eyes suddenly expanded: "Yang Zhao?!"

"Little Brother Bai has a good memory, I miss the old man very much since the World Conference. Yang Zhao reminisced about his old friend and said: "Especially the sword master of the falling snow, but it makes the old man feel uncomfortable, and he can only walk on the ground after being sick in bed for a long time." ”

Bai Luofeng didn't buy his account, and said disdainfully: "The old guy has to learn to collect the sword only if someone cures it." ”

"Hey, it's not a pity that young people can't speak. Yang Zhao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he boldly walked towards Bai Luofeng and said, "Listening to those two people touting your chilling fingers, what you see with your own eyes is indeed not too exaggerated. But what's the use of the next? The old man's silver needle has been quenched with 'Musk Soul Breaking Milk', and it only takes a few steps to follow the sweat into his body and he will lose his heart and die of anglic in his body. If you don't believe me, you can smell the two fingers that just caught the silver needle, is there a different aroma on it?"

Bai Luofeng couldn't help rubbing his fingers, and in the end, not only did he not show signs of doing what the old man said, but also wrapped his five fingers tightly, and sneered: "Old ghost, I don't know what medicine you sell in your gourd." But I'll see you for the first time

After someone applied the poison, he also reminded him by the way. I'm afraid it's not poisonous, it's not the silver needle, it's the fragrance it emits it. ”

Yang Zhao's footsteps stopped, his triangular eyes finally widened enough to let people know that this person had eyes, and after a moment of silence, he laughed loudly, his head was facing the night sky, and his waist was very funny, as if he didn't dare to look at the young man: "Hahaha, good boy, clever enough." ”

Bai Luofeng ignored his flattery and said straight in: "Their injuries were cured by your old poison?"

"That's nature. Yang Zhao proudly said: "The old man is as pure as poison, and he also remembers that the melon is ripe for pharmacology, and he is still easy to deal with some skin and flesh injuries." ”

"The old slippery head will save people, and he is not afraid of people laughing out of his big teeth when he says it. Bai Luofeng turned around and nodded his chin to signal Yan Daoping and said, "Are you two open-minded or heartless, and dare to take the medicine given to you by this kind of person..."

"The trick of the yellow-mouthed child to sow discord is the pinnacle. Yang Zhao snorted and joked, and the two fingers and claws shaped like a snake's mouth were about to come out. He looked at Yan Daoping, who was suspicious, and scolded with disdain in his heart: A brainless guy, who was bewitched by someone and shook into such a way in a few words, is really the same as predicted, and it is not enough to strategize.

"The surname Yan, do you believe me or not, if you don't believe me, if you don't believe me, get out of here!" Yang Zhaosui is not old, and his capable physique bursts out with a poisonous snake in the blink of an eye, and his hoarse voice dispels the hesitation of the "Tiger Eating Axe": "This kid is purely delaying time, tonight we will slaughter him and send him to Gangzhiguan to get a reward." Afterwards, the old man cracked the prescription of the longevity pill and didn't worry about the elixir at all, so why do you need to cross the river and tear down the bridge!"