Facing a famous swordsman who doesn’t know the depth, he will not shoot the sword without making a sword. Even if he thinks that his sword skills are not weak, there are people outside of others and there is heaven. Being a human being requires self-confidence, but being too confident is conceited.

If a person is conceited, he will dig his own grave.

Bai Lu acted as a shit-making stick and excitedly provoked the relationship between Shifang Zhanyue and Guiyue. The two leaders who looked like alike had even greater grudges in their hearts, but they still did not break up.

Guiyue and Shifang Zhanyue both faced him as deep as water. In any case, they were all from the same camp. Even if they were not in harmony, they would not fight against each other in front of foreign enemies. They would still choose to be consistent with the outside world at critical moments.

Why haven't you been fighting?

I stabbed your bladder with one knife, you stab my large intestine with one sword, I cut my sword, you will all go to the underworld to have a happy stool. Isn’t this a thing that is more enjoyable than singing and riding a horse?

Bai Lu was looking forward for a long time, but the two still didn't fight. Shifang Zhanyue turned his finger at him again and said undeniably: "Draw your sword."

Why do most swordsmen like to compete with others? What is the comparison between swords? After the sword is compared with the sword, the golden sword is compared with the silver sword, the forward sword is compared with the reverse sword, and after drinking too much, the silver sword is compared with the most anti-sword, the most anti-sword...

There are always unruly people who are better than the Great Sword, which is so annoying.

It seems that he can't escape it. After all, he is a slight disease. Even if he doesn't agree, he will chop it up. Bai Lu touched the hilt of the sword and asked coolly: "Are you a swordsman?"

"Yes."

"Your sword looks good."

"Good."

"How is your sword technique?"

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

Bai Lu said lightly: "I am also a swordsman."

"Can see."

"I have a great sword, too."

“Looks good.”

"I have only been practicing sword for three months and think I am extremely weak." Bai Lu had a tiger's face: "So, how good are we to fight and kick?"

“(⊙_⊙)”

"A man, a real man, do you dare to say a word?

The old man Shifang Zhanyue's face turned red, suppressed his anger, and said angrily: "We are swordsmen, what kind of fists and feet are we? Do you have any sense of honor as a swordsman?"

The white deer blinked: "Not at all."

“(⊙_⊙)”

"How old are you this year?"

Shifang Zhanyue replied blankly: "Forty years old."

"Do you know how old I am?"

"Fifteen or sixteen years old?"

Bai Lu had a black line on her face and curled her lips, "Since you know I'm only fifteen or sixteen years old, you should know that when you were already a complete swordsman, I was still in the egg."

“(⊙_⊙)”

"Do you think this is a fair duel?"

The old man Shifang Zhanyue's face turned red and his cold sweat broke out. 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, it would be impossible to win if they win, and they would be accused of bullying the child.

Guiyue quietly took a step back, and his old face also sneered a little. He was only suddenly shocked to realize that Bai Lu was just a child. If he ordered a sneak attack and killed Bai Lu, it would not only lose all his face when he spread it out, but also his honor for warriors. Of course, his honor for warriors had been fed to dogs a few years ago...

They completely regard Bai Lu as an opponent of the same level, insidious, cunning, sleek, experienced, courageous and conspiring, calm and sophisticated, and more sophisticated than anyone else in poisoning. How could he look like a child?

Bai Lu raised her little face and pretended to be young. She asked if you were afraid?

The three of them looked at each other and fell into silence.

The Zen room in the backyard of the Honen Temple, Xuanwu Sanbao was wearing a white warrior uniform and sneaked downstream. Bai Lu told them to find a safe retreat route and find ways to capture five or six monks as hostages to cover the retreat.

"Kitten, why did the young master ask us to capture the bald donkey from Honen Temple as hostage?"

"Are you brainless?" Hyena replied on behalf of Tmall: "The Liufeng family caught the hostages here and exchanged them. The bald donkey here not only turned a blind eye, but also helped the evildoers, which shows that the Benneng Temple has a close relationship with the Liufeng family."

Bullet asked without shame: "It's almost the same as a bald donkey, how do we know which monk is?"

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

Bullet glanced at him and corrected: "It's not that I have one more egg than others, but that you have one less egg than others."

“(￢_￢)”

Tmall asked with a wink, "Sandan, how did you know that others are also Sandan?"

Bullet said arrogantly: "Which man is not Sandan? The boss is a savior and iron hand and they are all Sandan, and only you two are Erdan."

"Besides, it's also a good butt egg."

“(￢_￢)”

Tmall curled his lips: "If you want to say that, your face is counted?"

The hyena rolled her eyes and said, "Let's stop beating the egg problem, let's do the serious business first. If we break the master's plan, he will kick the three of us into pieces."

Tmall complained casually: "The young master always touches a woman's butt with his hands and kicks a man's butt with his feet. It's really a difference."

The hyena said sarcastically: "If it happens the other way around, the young master will kick a woman's butt with his feet and touch a man's butt with his hands. Wouldn't you feel terrified?"

“(⊙_⊙)”

It was really terrifying to think about it. Tmall and the bullet couldn't help but shivered.

The front yard square was shouting and shouting and killing, which was very lively, but the back yard Zen room was extremely peaceful and quiet, as if the disputes in the front yard were as if they had no relationship with them.

Three people peeked at the Zen room and one Zen room. Most monks were reading and chanting scriptures. They came to a relatively high-end Zen room. The door was opened and a middle-aged and rich monk wearing a golden robe walked out.

The rich man 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 groaned, and his fat face was twisted. The hyena made another hand knife. The middle-aged monk covered his neck, shook it and fell to the ground softly.

"Dog, are you too ruthless?"

"What we want is a living hostage, not a dead bald donkey."

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

Tmall pointed to the middle-aged monk who had wet his pants on the ground and began to foam at the mouth, and said angrily: "What do you mean by me?"

“(￢_￢)”

"I want to know what would happen if you didn't have a proper sense?"

The hyena said heartlessly: "If I don't pay attention to the right position, I might have beaten him to death in the first moment."

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

Tmall said disgustedly: "No, I've been beaten out of my urine. The dog is too heavy to attack. I'll take action later."

The three people dragged the middle-aged monk back to the meditation room and threw it away immediately, closing the door and rushing out, continuing to look for the rich golden bald donkey...
Chapter completed!