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Eight years ago, the Fentian Sect and the Righteous Way rebelled, and took advantage of the unpreparedness of the world to attack. It happened that the senior was there, and he fought 24 times alone, without losing a single one. Can't shrink back. "

Jian Juntian didn't show arrogance: "As the leader of the alliance, I should do my duty."

Jiang Xuezhou smiled brightly: "That's enough," said again, "I haven't asked senior why you did this?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a wind blowing in front of his forehead, his thoughts turned sharply, and he didn't make any movements, letting the opponent's five fingers clasp his wrist tightly.

Jian Juntian described it as pale, with slender fingers, Jiang Xuezhou was dazed for a moment, and felt that what was grasped in his hand were bones.

He was puzzled and asked: "What do seniors do?"

"I came here for the Bloody Hand Demon Slaughter, and I want to ask my little friend to help me."

Jiang Xuezhou said: "I don't know how to run, why should senior do this?"

Jian Juntian took a deep look at him: "You can run."

3,

Song Yingtian and Ma Nanshan were both from the south of the Yangtze River, and they died thousands of miles away. Only Wannianqing's medical clinic was in the city, and it has been open for more than ten years.

Jian Juntian said he wanted his help, so he really took him to the clinic, and he didn't let go all the way, so he didn't know how much attention he attracted.

He didn't care, and Jiang Xuezhou didn't care.

Because of the accident, the medical hall has been closed for several days, and it is empty, without blood or mess.

Jiang Xuezhou said: "Wan Nianqing died here? Where is the body?"

He was already a little close to the other party, and when he was talking, he was a few inches closer, and the distance between the two of them was close to nothing.Jian Juntian treated him with the kind of indulgence that the elders have for the younger generation. Jiang Xuezhou had the illusion that the other party was going to touch his head several times, and even thought carefully in his heart if Jian Juntian did this naively, whether he should hide.

——Of course you can’t hide.

Jian Juntian is thin, with soft hands and a reassuring aura, Jiang Xuezhou doesn't show it on the surface, but he feels very good in his heart.

This leader Jian couldn't stand being teased when he was thin-faced, but he was so thick-faced that he could not be disturbed when he was doing serious things. He said, "I have seen the corpse before. It is the same as the previous two, with a sword piercing through the throat."

With his other hand behind his back, he lowered his head slightly, and praised in a low voice: "What a fast sword."

Jiang Xuezhou said: "Compared with seniors?"

He said so, but looked at Jian Juntian with admiration, obviously he already had the answer.

Jian Juntian lived up to his expectations: "Of course I'm faster."

Jiang Xuezhou was about to echo, when he didn't want the other party to say: "But I don't think these three incidents were done by the same person."

He asked, "How did you see that?"

Jian Juntian finally let go of his hand, and said, "Why did Bloody Demon Tu kill people?"

Without the shackles in his hands, Jiang Xuezhou felt a little lost, but Jian Juntian continued: "For fame and gain, you can't get rid of these kinds. If it's for fame, why did you choose Song Yingtian and Ma? Those two recluses from Nanshan? If it was for profit, Wan Nianqing practiced medicine and received less consultation fees, and he was poor. If it was for hatred... Among the three, Wan Nianqing, as a doctor, has the least amount of hatred. Enmity can be formed, but it can only be the enemy formed before he opened the museum."

Jiang Xuezhou has not forgotten what he said before: "Why did senior say that these three people were not killed by one person?"

Jian Juntian pondered for a moment, then Fang said: "If I say intuition, can you believe it?"

Jiang Xuezhou said almost without thinking, "I believe it."

"..." Jian Juntian felt that the other party would not raise any objections even if he pointed the finger at a deer, and he didn't know whether he should be happy for a while, "Ordinary people tend to be careless when their martial arts are not as good as their own. Wan Nianqing's martial arts is the lowest among the three, maybe from here I can find some clues."

He was talking about murder, but his expression and tone were soothing, as if he really regarded it as an ordinary thing.

Jiang Xuezhou asked: "Seniors have always paid little attention to these things, how could this time..."

Jian Juntian didn't answer but said: "That person left the wooden sign, and who is Jiang Xuezhou written on it?"

Jiang Xuezhou heard the meaning behind his words, and looked at him sadly: "Senior also think this matter has something to do with me?"

Gently tugged at the corner of the opponent's clothes with two fingers, but seeing no response, he took advantage of the situation and hugged her waist.

He was so sad before that Jian Juntian would not turn a blind eye to it, but unexpectedly he was good at beating snakes and sticks, but he was negligent for a moment, and now he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Jiang Xuezhou is a shameless person, he finally finds the right opportunity and is not willing to let go, his heart is bent, he closes his eyes and buries himself in the neck of the other party.

Fortunately, Jian Juntian is tall enough, although there is no pain in his body, it is not too bad after all.He still didn't forget to feel wronged: "Senior is so ruthless that he is so suspicious of me. You know that when I first heard people talk about the past of senior, I kept it in my heart and never forgot it. This time I was able to see senior, it really made me drunk. But the senior actually... actually..."

The reason why Jian Juntian seldom cares about the affairs of the world, apart from his temperament, is also because he is also the head of Shanshan Mountain, who manages common things in the gate, rarely interacts with people, let alone getting close to people.Who would have thought that he would be accused of half-truth and half-false for just saying a word today, and he was at a loss what to do.

Jiang Xuezhou was still showing his loyalty: "Senior, if you don't believe me, you will chop me off with a sword, and it will be a hundred."

"Nonsense!" Jian Juntian finally woke up, and scolded, "How can you say such things casually!"

Since the two met, this was probably his most emphatic sentence, but Jiang Xuezhou was in a good mood when he heard it, and raised his head and smiled at the other party: "Senior is really soft-hearted."

Jian Juntian's face froze, but when he looked at Jiang Xuezhou's open face and thought of the "senior", his heart really softened.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally put his hand on the other's back, patted it lightly, with a wooden face, not knowing what to say.

Jiang Xuezhou accepted it as soon as it was good, and did not continue to make trouble, Jian Juntian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "There are not many fast swords in Jianghu, Qingcheng faction Fang Baiyu Fang Daxia has been famous for many years, he has seen a lot, maybe he knows something. "

It was also a coincidence that Fang Baiyu was nearby during this time, and the two had successfully met each other a day later.

This Fang Baiyu became famous very early and was used to being sought after by people in the Jianghu, so he was quite self-proclaimed.Even Mu Chaoping didn't take Jian Juntian seriously, don't talk about him, after meeting him, he was contemptuous and didn't mention it, and when it came to the intention of coming, he even refused to respond, and he would only say it after he had a sword fight with Jian Juntian .

Jiang Xuezhou didn't have such a good temper, he held Pihanxi in his hand, and said with a smile: "How about I compete with Hero Fang?"

He was too young, one could tell at a glance that he was a foolish kid who had just left the world, but Fang Baiyu was already past the point of confusion, without even raising his eyelids, he said, "Which family are you from? Ask your parents to talk to me. "

Jiang Xuezhou was not angry, but still smiled, holding the sword not even halfway loose: "Will Hero Fang dare to compete with me?"

He is a master at picking people up. What he said seemed ordinary, but it was full of provocation. Fang Baiyu looked at him critically: "I don't care if I hurt your life."

Before Jiang Xuezhou could answer, Jian Juntian stopped him with his hand, and said to Fang Baiyu, "This is the son of an old friend of mine. He is young and energetic, so he can't take his words seriously."

Fang Baiyu snorted unwillingly.

Jiang Xuezhou was blocked behind Jian Juntian, lowered her voice, and said, "Where will senior find me a father?"

The fastest way to become famous in the arena【3】

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Jian Juntian didn't have much time to lie, even though he knew that the other party couldn't see him, he still blushed silently.

Fang Baiyu was not blind, so he naturally saw that they were strange, he pushed the hilt of his sword with his thumb, and said: "Please be merciful, President."

The words are beautiful, and it looks like a good show.

Jian Juntian was neither angry nor angry, and drew his sword: "Fang Daxia is polite."

Fang Baiyu held a beautiful sword flower, and was complacent, when he suddenly saw the opponent's sword stabbing towards him.

To be honest, although this sword is fast in his eyes, it is not so unavoidable. After all, Jian Juntian's swordsmanship is still most praised for its stability.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for more than [-] years, and he has so much experience. Although he lost the opportunity earlier, he looked solemn and sent out the sword in his hand.

Jian Juntian's sword is as stable as Mount Tai, his expression is serious, there is no fluctuation in his brows, as if he has no other thoughts in his mind except this sword.

The towering mountain suppressed Fang Baiyu's sword heavily.

Fang Baiyu finally slowed down a bit, and was pressed against his throat by the tip of the opponent's sword.

His face turned red and turned pale, and he couldn't help but cursed: "Jian Juntian, you want to lose face! You actually attacked!"

Jian Juntian didn't mention the fact that he wanted to save a useless sword flower, but he still said: "Hero Fang is too polite."

Being pointed at by a sword, Fang Baiyu still didn't restrain himself, and said in a hateful voice: "You and your senior brother are as virtuous as you!"

Jian Juntian didn't see how he moved, the tip of the sword moved forward slightly, piercing the thin skin, although no blood was seen, the chill had silenced Fang Baiyu.

Only then did Jian Juntian put away his sword, and said: "I have already explained what happened back then, so don't bring it up again...I asked Fang Daxia, do you have an answer?"

Fang Baiyu wiped his throat with his fingers, but nothing was wiped off. Hearing this, he could only suppress his anger, and said, "As for Kuaijian, among the younger generation, Mu Chaoping and Wei Zhen are worth watching. Push forward For ten years, the leader of the Fentian sect and the leader of my faction are both chosen at the moment."

Jian Juntian said: "I also know these things."

Fang Baiyu was already upset, and was about to say a few words, when he suddenly remembered that this person had fought against the leader of the Fentian sect back then, and his record was outstanding, so he fell silent for a while.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Jian Juntian politely said goodbye and left.

Jiang Xuezhou took a step behind him, and glanced at Fang Baiyu with a half-smile.

Fang Baiyu was defeated by Jian Juntian's sword in one move before, but he felt that if it wasn't for the opponent's sneak attack, it wouldn't have happened, so he never lost his arrogance, so he couldn't help Jiang Xuezhou, a junior, to provoke him.Now he made up his mind that no matter what Jian Juntian said, he would act as a lesson for him.

Not wanting to keep the smile on his face, Jiang Xuezhou's Pihanxi has already been unsheathed.

Pihanxi lives up to its name, the hilt of the sword is slightly warm, even so, it cannot cover the cold edge of the sword.

Before Fang Baiyu could finish his thought, the sword had stopped at his throat, which was exactly the same position as Jian Juntian's sword before.