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"You know that you have a deficit."

The young boy with the sword standing upright has a long body with thick shoulders and a thick back, even his waist seems narrower. It is an excellent physique that can be obtained by practicing martial arts for many years.

He was so old-fashioned when he spoke, but he didn't seem to be very old, about 18 or 19 years old. Wearing-samurai uniform with a royal blue satin. Watch the stitches by hand, this way-a samurai uniform is enough-households usually spend several months at home, showing that the family is wealthy.

The appearance of the boy is not good-looking, but he has big eyes and sharp edges. Especially when the eyes are glaring, the teeth are clenched and the straight lines stretched out, which make people feel that this is a straightforward person who can't hide a little bit of dirt in his heart.

In Ming Fei's heart, or in the martial art he came from, it is simply a fool.

"Dear brothers, rest assured that I have taken the shot to make this thief uncomfortable." Chongman cultists arched their hands, full of good manners and a well-educated young master.

"Where did you come from, this messenger of justice?

The boy snorted-yelled.

"I eat well in a restaurant, and it depends on you throwing people upstairs. What about you throwing people off the ground? Why? You belong to a slingshot, and Xuewu is a bomber?"

Faced with such a mockery of self-proclaimed E-righteousness, Ming Fei was really moved: when it turned out that he was so stupid when he advocated for justice?

"Dare to pretend to be stupid, dog thief, limit you to surrender within three counts to spare your life. Otherwise, hum." Raised the sword in Yang's hand.

"Three, = .-."

Ming Fei looked at his empty hands and remained silent for a while. Zuo You Xiao Huo

Looking up at the handle in the teenager's hand, he knew that it was from a famous artist's handwriting.

"Otherwise you give me your big sword, and I will disarm. Otherwise, it seems that you are too stupid and not good.

Cangjie's sword came out of the sheath, and a burst of frost hit him. Although this sword is good, it is still out of the ranks of the magic soldier. It is just that the young man has a strange way to transport the sword, and he used the power of the sword to force the sword to the point of twelve minutes. It's frightening before you even start.

This technique is called 'cold sheath'. It is not common in today's martial arts, but only occasionally seen in the martial arts, Jiangnan School with swords is Lushan and Luojian. Of the three factions, only Wudang has this technique.

However, the scabbard technique of each martial art is different, and stubbornness cannot be generalized. The young man's scabbard technique is extremely skillful. It can be seen that he has been practicing since childhood, not a monk. There is no doubt that his teacher Cheng Dao will be suspicious.

The above is the opinion of the scholar in white robe.

It was said later and later, Ming Fei really reached out and took the sword. The juvenile passed by without further obstruction.

The target suddenly disappeared in the eyes of the teenager. He maintained a flat spine and rushed forward seven steps before he found that his hands looked empty, not only lethal but also lonely.

"Qing Shuang.,

Ming Feizhen pointed his sword to the sun and read the inscription on the sword.

"It is a sword with a handle. It is worth hundreds of silver."

As a swordsman, if the sword is half-length, how can it fall into the enemy. The young man was furious with his palms, and his palm posture was extremely delicate.

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"Traitor, return me Qingshuang Sword!"

And Mingfei didn't really look at it, and threw the sword in his hand.

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"Brother, disarmed.

The sword flew back like a flash of lightning. Not only was he unable to see the trajectory, and even crashed into the scabbard of the boy's waist and fell to the sky with his belt, the boy doubted that he would be crushed on both sides. Its strength is staggering.

The young man, suffering from soreness and blood, barely stood up.

"You, what are you demon?"

Ming Fei really shrugged, but had not spoken, but heard some people say in the restaurant.

"If the skill is not as good as others, then it is accused that the martial arts of high and deep martial arts are demon methods. This is the tone of a small figure and cannon fodder. My master, don't let the old man down.

The voice was feminine and mellow. Like decades of fine wine, Chinese people are drunk. But every word came into my ears clearly.

Ming Fei said slightly: "Good internal strength.

This man was in the inn, using a martial arts like the sound of a thousand miles. However, when speaking, he was calm and peaceful, and he didn't feel that he was forced to use gas at all. It was not easy to repair the internal force.

"You said he was martial arts? \ '

The sword-bearing young man seemed to know the voice, but he didn't see it, but he took the conversation himself.

Sure enough the voice answered.

"Do n’t you see it, this young man has deep internal strength. When he threw the white man with full strength, when he caught him, he turned to be soft and soft. When you took your sword, Soft, but your sword is stiff.

It can be seen that this young man has had a stranger imparting s a combination of strength and rigidity. Of course, your internal skills are quite good. Compared with senior martial arts experts, it is still ten years behind.

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