Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 212 Shi Qingxuan

"It's really bad luck!"

Han Fei put his sword back into its sheath and walked outside.

The old nun was lucky this time, and next time he wouldn't mind destroying flowers with his hands.

There is a price to pay for being a bitch!

Soon, what happened here spread out at an extremely fast speed.

Under the publicity of people with good intentions, the news of the battle between Juggernaut Pei Min and Sanren Ning Daoqi spread like wildfire.

But who knows, the two sides just point to the end.

However, it was precisely because of these rumors that Han Fei's reputation was raised again.

But these are not important, what is important is the battle between him and Wu Zun Bixuan...

On the other side, Han Fei walked aimlessly in the city until a ethereal flute sounded.

The sound of the flute is full of infinite vitality, just like the green bamboo forest in early spring.

Hearing this voice, it seems that no amount of trouble can dissipate, no amount of pain can still be mixed with hope.

Even a person like Han Fei who doesn't know the rhythm can feel a burst of refreshment.

"It blows really well."

He can't wait to see who has such natural skills.

So he heard the sound and left, and came to an attic.

Without even thinking about it, Han Fei climbed over the wall and went in.

At this time, there were a large number of people inside, and all of them were people from the quack with self-cultivation.

Everyone was engrossed in the flute sound, completely unaware that there was one more person on the field.

Seeing this, Han Fei squeezed in calmly.

Since he wanted to watch, he must be at the front, it's not his style to be silly.

Soon, he came to the front of the crowd, and he was blindfolded with just one glance.

Originally, Han Fei thought that the person with such skills must be an experienced old man.

The meaning of his flute sound is also to persuade people not to give up hope at any time.

Unexpectedly, this is not only not an old man, but a very beautiful young girl.

The girl has a perfect body and a vulgar and elegant temperament, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks.

Even though she covered her face with plain brocade, through those agile eyes, one could still feel her peerless demeanor.

Blowjob, face covering, elegant, noble.

All kinds of words came together, and Han Fei had already guessed her identity.

The girl is the daughter of the evil king Shi Zhixuan and Cihang Jingzhai Bixiuxin... Shi Qingxuan.

Shi Qingxuan is famous all over the world for her Xiao Yi. She is a strange woman who combines the spirit of heaven and earth, and has friendship with many martial arts seniors.

Because of her mother's death, she had resented her biological father Shi Zhixuan for more than ten years, and the matter between the two has not been resolved until today.

But no matter what, she is the only almost perfect woman in Datang.

Soon, the song ended, which was endlessly evocative.

"Master Shi is highly skilled, I admire you!"

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

"This song is only because it exists in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world."

"It blows so well!"

Everyone didn't care if they understood it or not, they just kept boasting and used all they had learned all their lives.

Shi Qingxuan on the stage moved her red lips lightly: "Thank you for your love, Qingxuan deserves it."

Her voice is holy and elegant, making people unable to afford any fancy thoughts.

At this time, a refined old man got up and said: "Master Shi, why should you underestimate yourself, I am afraid that you are the only one with such skills in the world today."

This old man is not simple, he is the owner of this place, the contemporary great Confucian Wang Tong.

As a great contemporary Confucian, Wang Tong treats society with knowledge, and his knowledge can be regarded as the best in the world.

Not only that, but his martial arts is also extraordinary, although it can't be said to be the best, it is still top-notch in the world.

Only such a person can invite a strange woman like Shi Qingxuan.

Just when Shi Qingxuan was about to reply, there was a sudden loud noise.

"collapse!"

The door that was originally closed turned into sawdust all over the sky at this moment.

Outside the door, a young man came in. He wore a red scarf on his head, with a high nose and deep eyes, with a left sword and a right sword, and he was powerful and majestic.

This person is the Turkic swordsman who became famous recently and defeated many masters... Ba Fenghan.

Seeing that he was so impolite, an old man in the crowd stood up and shouted loudly:

"Are you a Turk? What is your relationship with Bi Xuan? Are you a spy sent by him?!"

Ba Fenghan didn't look like a Central Plains person, and ordinary people could tell the difference at a glance.

"I am indeed a Turk, but I have nothing to do with Bi Xuan, and I am not a so-called spy!"

Ba Fenghan didn't intend to deny it either, a man never bothered to hide his head and show his tail.

"Ha ha."

The old man sneered: "Now that the Turks are attacking with troops, how dare you appear here blatantly?"

"I didn't do it, why dare not?!"

Not to be outdone, Ba Fenghan stared closely at the old man's face with his huge pupils.

Under their stares, the atmosphere gradually became more and more tense, and the battle was about to break out!
The next moment, Ba Fenghan made the first move. After all, his purpose of coming here was to challenge the masters.

He pulled out the long knife at his waist and shouted in his mouth:
"Smoke is everywhere!"

This is a move in "Seven Styles of Feng Han", which emphasizes absolute fierceness and domineering.

People whose cultivation base is weaker than him may not be able to sustain even a moment under this knife.

But the old man is not an ordinary person, his name is Ouyang Xiyi, and he was once a well-known master of rivers and lakes.

People gave him the nickname...Huangshan Yimin.

Although he has retired from the world for many years, he is still not forgotten.

After all, he was of the same generation as Ning Daoqi.

Facing this powerful and domineering slash, Ouyang Xiyi did not panic at all.

He drew his sword and turned around, like a breeze blowing, immediately turning the crisis invisible.

Although he hasn't made a move for many years, his swordsmanship is even more superb than before.

Every move and every move seems to be natural, not only not obscure at all, but extremely smooth.

The two fought faster and faster, and the sword energy was scattered in all directions, which seemed very fierce.

However, because there were many masters on the field, they were unable to cause further damage to the attic.

Anyway, today is Wang Tong's birthday, no matter how you say it, you can't let him lose face.

In this way, the fight between the two of them, everyone watched with great joy.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Ouyang Xiyi had a faint edge over Ba Fenghan in terms of battle experience and his own cultivation.

But as the saying goes, Quan is afraid of being young, and no matter what he does, he can't hide the fact that he is old.

Whether it is physical strength or physical agility, they are much worse than young people.

For a while, the two sides fought inseparably.

Ba Fenghan knew very well that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely be the winner in the end.

But he did not approve of the victory obtained in this way.

So, when the two confronted each other, Ba Fenghan backed away.

Afterwards, the veins on his forehead swelled, and his whole body turned red.

"Dafa of changing the day!!!"

With a loud shout, the aura on his body soared rapidly, and soon surpassed the old Ouyang Xiyi.

This is his unique skill, through cultivating qi, chakras, and chakras, to stimulate the potential of the body.

Immediately afterwards, he held the knife and used the last move of "Seven Styles of Fenghan"...Desert Storm!
A huge golden knife gang, like a violent wind and rain, slashed out with incomparable momentum.

Everyone present was shocked...

(End of this chapter)