[Comprehensive martial arts] Boy, is there a magic stick?

Hearing this, Zhao Feiyu glanced at the boy from Ximen opposite him, and felt that his judgment just now seemed to be a bit wrong, and the other party seemed to be a little angry...

However, thinking of Lu Xiaofeng's entrustment just now... Zhao Feiyu thought for a while, touched his chin and said, "Then do you think this will work?"

"Why don't you leave this matter to me," Zhao Feiyu jumped off the table, floated in front of the other party and said, "Anyway, with me here, he will definitely not be able to steal your sword no matter what."

"When that little thief really comes, you just need to watch the show with Lu Xiaofeng and the others." Zhao Feiyu raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the still cold-faced Ximen boy in front of him, and said, "Don't forget Today is your birthday, you should have a good time, so no matter what happens, I will take care of it for you!"

"Besides, he came here to steal 'me', so it's perfectly appropriate for me to punish him!"

"..." However, Ximen Chuixue still just looked at him with a cold face when he heard the words, neither agreeing to his proposal nor rejecting it.

Zhao Feiyu resisted the urge to pinch the boy's increasingly paralyzed face, and continued to look at him with a smile.

After a long while, the boy Ximen finally withdrew his gaze from him, and after thinking about it for a while, he said in a tone that was still very uncomfortable: "This time is fine, if there is a next time..."

"Don't worry, I have already warned Lu Xiaofeng. If he dares to bring these inexplicable things to Wanmei Villa next time, I will throw him out of the villa's gate for you without your help!" Zhao Feiyu quickly promised.

Zhao Feiyu, after years of painstaking research on how to smooth the hair of a little devil who likes to blow his hair, has now summed up a set of very useful methods.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Ximen boy's gloomy complexion finally improved.

And Zhao Feiyu, after appeasing the young man in front of him, turned around and floated out of the window to find Lu Xiaofeng and the others, planning to discuss with them how to deal with a certain little thief with no eyes at night...

In fact, the haunting in Wanmei Villa had been widely circulated in Jianghu a few years ago.

It's just that most people are just listening to the excitement at best, and few people will take it seriously. After all, there are still very few demons and ghosts in this world. Except for those who really know the inside story, others will rarely believe that there are real people in this world. There are ghosts.

And this point is obviously the same for Sikong Zhaixing.

He even heard someone say that Ximen Chuuxue is not only a genius in swordsmanship, but also an unborn Taoist master. The ghost in Wanmei Villa was raised by the other party in the villa, and was responsible for showing the other party a very powerful sword spirit...

"..." Sikong Zhaixing felt that there must be something wrong with these people's brains, so it sounds like nonsense, but the other party seems to be very reasonable. Could it be that those people have seen Ximen Chuuxue ordering with their own eyes? The ghost I raised beat people to death?

But all of these are not the point, the reason why he came here today is only for one thing, that is to come to Wanmei Villa to steal the sword, and it is Ximen Chuuxue's close-fitting saber!

He must prove to that Lu Xiaoji that not only is his lightness kung fu much superior than the other party's, but his stealing skills are also top-notch!

However, his thoughts only lasted until he sneaked into a courtyard wall of Wanmei Villa under the cover of the surrounding vegetation...

After he had completely sneaked into this rather huge, spacious, powerful and solemn manor, he always felt that there was somewhere around him—he couldn't tell where it was, and it seemed that there was always a strange feeling...

"..." Sikong Zhaixing turned his head and looked around him, but he saw the bright moon hanging high and the breeze moving the trees, and he didn't find any traces of other people. However, for some reason, he always felt as if there was a very cold His eyes were fixed on him at this moment, which made him have an inexplicable urge to shudder.

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his hairy arm, then quickly shook his head, he didn't believe the rumors!How could ghosts really exist?

So, after making sure that there was no one else around, he concealed himself and began to sneak into the villa.

What he didn't know was that from the moment he jumped into the courtyard wall of Wanmei Villa, his actions had already been watched by a ghost who was working part-time as a sword spirit...

"..." Zhao Feiyu looked at the kid in front of him with some amusement while avoiding the sight of others, while groping furtively around Wanmei Villa, as if he was looking for where Ximen Chuuxue's bedroom was so that he could get there. Steal the opponent's sword.

In his heart, he was thinking about how to scare the other party well, so that this person would not dare to come here to provoke them in the future.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Sikong Zhaixing finally found the location of Ximen's bedroom, but slightly beyond his expectation, the room was empty at the moment, only a black sheathed long sword was safely displayed On the simple and simple sword frame in the room, under the cold moonlight outside the window, the same clear and cold luster is reflected...

"..." Sikong Zhaixing didn't seem to expect that things would go so smoothly. Could it be that Lu Xiaofeng hadn't had time to tell the other party that he was going to steal Ximen Chuuxue's sword tonight, so the other party was so defenseless?

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help suspecting that there was a fraud in it, but after looking around for a long while and didn't find any hidden traps in ambush, he finally couldn't help but boldly jumped and jumped out of the window like a bolt of lightning. He rushed to the sword stand where Ximen Chuuxue's saber was displayed!

"I didn't expect it to be so easy. The defense in Wanmei Villa is nothing more than that..."

Sikong Zhaixing took down the long sword muttering, and after confirming that it was exactly what he was going to steal, he couldn't help but snorted twice, turned around and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, he felt an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blowing from the back of his neck, as if—as if someone was grabbing his back and blowing towards him. It's as if a cold wind is blowing on the neck...

"..." Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help shivering wittily, raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, and glanced around vigilantly, but didn't see anything something suspicious.

"It's an illusion..." After looking suspiciously around for a while but still getting nothing, the black-clothed boy finally withdrew his gaze and started walking towards the window not far away...

However, what made him feel a little strange was that the window was only a few feet away from him from here, but for some reason, he still failed to reach it after walking there for nearly half a quarter of an hour. in front of the window.

It was as if he was spinning in circles, no matter how he walked, ran, or even swiped there with light work, he just couldn't touch the windows and gates that were so close to him!

"..." Sikong Zhaixing was so anxious that his forehead was in a cold sweat, thinking that he really hit something like a wall?Otherwise, why is it so easy to come in, but it is impossible to leave this room no matter what? !

At the same time, in another room separated by a wall from him, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, and Ximen Chuuxue were standing in front of a hidden door with an open window, watching Sikong Zaixing's " Performance".

I saw that since the other party picked up the long sword on the sword stand, he started to circle around the room like an old donkey without any accident...

Besides Hua Manlou and Sikong Zhaixing who was at a loss in the opposite room, Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng all saw Zhao Feiyu lying on each other's back in awe, and using their hands He mischievously covered Sikong Zhaixing's eyes, so that no matter how hard the other party tried, he couldn't break free from the predicament of the ghost hitting the wall...

"It's so miserable..." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but tsk-tsk: "I think even if he wants to steal the emperor's old son's chamber pot in the future, he probably won't dare to set foot in Wanmei Villa again."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him coldly when he heard this, Lu Xiaofeng quickly followed suit and said, "I know it's my fault this time, Ximen, I caused you such a big trouble without saying hello in advance, I won't dare to do it next time." Already!"

"You don't have to apologize to me," but Ximen Chuuxue said without changing his face when he heard the words: "You can tell whoever solves the trouble."

"But isn't that your sword?" Lu Xiaofeng blinked his eyes and said, "In case it is really accidentally stolen by someone..."

"If that's the case, then I'm not good at protecting the sword, and I'm not worthy of having such magical weapons..." Ximen Chuuxue crossed his arms and said expressionlessly, "I can't blame others!"

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng finally stopped talking, Hua Manlou coughed lightly at this moment, smiled and said to the two people in front of him: "It seems that Senior Zhao's side is almost over, why don't I wait and see How is it going?"