Of course, he had never seen a few masters before, and when he saw his father dancing with his sword, he felt very powerful.

In the yard, the southern guest was like a broken leaf and shuttled through the net woven by the sword energy, ease, as if he was playing, and his expression was relaxed. However, the fifth and fourth masters were very hard-working, and they were not injured, but it would be easy for the southern guest to hurt them, but he did not. It seemed as if he was playing a game of cats and mice, making them do their best, but he couldn't even touch his clothes.

Archers dare not shoot arrows anymore. In the melee, once the arrow is shot, they will hurt their own people, so all the archers have joined the battle circle. This situation of fighting with more is really a world of difference compared to the ease with which he had dealt with assassin killers before.

When everyone was struggling, they heard a long roar from the south guest, flew into the room in the air, took tung oil and applied it to their hands, and found somewhere to burn out the fire stones, and then quickly retreated, allowing the fire ring to advance all the way, and the siege was immediately defeated.

This scene made everyone present who participated in the melee. Some of them were burned by fire and quickly retreated to the ground and rolled on the ground. Xu Yi's eyebrows were burned, his hair was burned, and his head was buried in the mud and sand in the yard, rolling in ashamed as he was.

"Are you still fighting? If you fight again, the Chu Prince's Mansion will be burned out!" Nan Bianke's face had a playful smile, and his eyes suddenly shone with pride and frivolousness. This was the only other expression he showed in addition to humility after entering the mansion, but it also seemed that this was his true face.

Although Yu Wenhao was not burned by the fire, he felt a little embarrassed when he looked at the unprovoked fire circle. He looked at the Fourth Master, and the Fourth Master said in a deep voice: "Flame Palm!"

Everyone stopped, Yu Wenhao walked forward with his sword in his arms, and was already in a very embarrassing state, "Are you determined to take my head?"

The Nanbianke looked at him, "I never said that you came up and beat me in a hurry. When I saw it was fun, I would play with you. I haven't done anything for many years. If my wife finds out, I'm afraid I'll scold me."

Everyone was afraid of their wife? Is this the true face of the peerless sword demon?

The Fourth Master hesitated for a moment and asked, "Didn't you say you came to get a million taels of gold? You are the Nanbianke, the sword demon, are you?"

A trace of confusion arose in the south guest's eyes: "I'm a visitor from the south, but who is the sword demon?"

Yuwenhao and the Fourth Master changed slightly, and they couldn't help but ask in unison: "Are you not a sword demon?"

"He is not, I am!" A voice suddenly sounded on the wall. When everyone heard this, they looked over in horror. They saw an old man in green clothes coming from the wall. He was carrying a sword. The sword was not covered with a sword, revealing a sharp sword blade. The blade was filled with cold light, and a bloody smell came. The old man's face was quiet and he did not show hostility, but it made people feel a sense of silence from his body for no reason.

Everyone drew their swords toward him, guarding themselves.

The old man in green clothes, also known as the southern guest sword demon, glanced at it, but fell on the old man and asked, "Why is the master wearing a mask?"

When the Fourth Master heard this, his eyes quickly looked at the old man. Looking closely, he couldn't find that he was disguised.

The two looked at each other from a distance and saw the old man smiled slightly, "Your eyes are so vicious."

He reached out and wiped his face, and then he showed a thick and rough face, which was not old. He looked only about thirty years old, and his eyebrows were particularly dark, which made people believe that this was the humble and polite old man just now. He said, "My name is Qihuo, not a sword demon, nor a Nanbianke."

The sword demon said: "When using the sword for a long time, his observation ability is different from that of ordinary people. Zun Jia's disguise is indeed very detailed, but Zun Jia's eyebrows are too dark to cover them."

Qi Huo smiled and waved his hand, "I learned this kind of disguise with a human skin mask. If I disguise myself in other ways, no one can tell. This old man, are you here to grab a million gold from me? I am determined to win this million gold. If you come to grab it, I will not show mercy to you."

The sword demon's eyes drifted towards Yu Wenhao, and then shook his head at Qi Huo, "I asked myself that I can't walk three moves under your hands, and I won't humiliate myself, I'll give up."

He bowed to Yuwenhao, "Your Highness, we will meet again. I'll wait for my disciple to go first."

After he said that, he stretched out his body and disappeared in an instant.

This move that didn't show off the mountains and rivers still shocked everyone. Why is it a gathering day for experts? A sword demon and an unheard of flame palm master are not fuel-efficient lamps.

The sword demon left, but the master who claimed to be Qihuo was still here, saying that he wanted to get a million gold, but he said he didn't want the prince's head, which was puzzling. How can he get the million taels of gold without the prince's head?

"Hey, juggling," Xu Yi called out to him, "You are not going to kill the prince, then what are you doing?"

"Don't you say it anymore? If you want gold, there are many poor people in my countryside, and I want to help them." Qi Huo said, and he turned around and entered the hall, raised his hand and said, "The prince comes in and talks, and the other idle people are waiting, leave!"

Yuwenhao lost his sword and ordered General Luo, the ghost guard, to "Take people to take them down!"

"Crown Prince, dangerous!" General Luo hurriedly grabbed Yuwen Hao and said.

Yu Wenhao looked inside and said lightly: "If he really wants to take my head, there is no difference between you or not!"

After a few words, everyone lowered their heads and felt very ashamed. But they had never seen someone with such a strong martial arts skills, and they really didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The Fourth Master also threw away his sword and went in first. Qihuo looked at him with admiration, "Boy, you are so brave."

"Anyway, my head is not worth a million gold." The Fourth Master sat down. In this battle, he almost exhausted his internal strength. He was really tired.

Yuwenhao also came in. Seeing Qi Huo sitting in his main seat, he had to sit down next to him and look at him, "Since I'm not going to take my head, I don't know the old man..." He said this, glanced at his face and called it an unsuitable thing, so he stopped talking.

Qihuo glanced at him meaningfully, "I have learned a new technique recently."

"Technology?" Yu Wenhao and the Fourth Master looked at each other. Although they answered questions in an irresponsible manner, they had unique skills and could only ask according to his words, "What technology?"

Qihuo said: "Dig a bucket of yellow mud and send these onlookers."

Yuwenhao looked at him, then slowly turned around and told Tang Yang, "Do as he said."
Chapter completed!