Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

The iron rod and the folding fan set off a fierce wind, cutting his face like a blade, and the coldness pierced his bones, but Hai Jing's footsteps did not move a single bit.

There was only a sound of "sha", and he actually held the iron rod under his ribs.Yue Wuyang was the first disciple of the Huanlong Gang, seeing him wanting to snatch his iron rod, he held the rod with both hands, the veins in his arms bulged, and he lifted the rod upwards.

However, Hai Jing let go of his hand at this moment, and brushed against Xing Wushuang's flying fan sideways.Yue Wuyang's strength was too great, he staggered back a few steps, and closed his hands holding the iron rod, feeling ashamed and indignant.

With a twist of his wrist, the iron rod swung into a silver fan, hitting the bottom of Hai Jing directly.At the same time, Xing Wushuang raised his folding fan and threw it at Hai Jing's chest.

The two attacks were as fast as lightning, once up and down, Hai Jing couldn't dodge no matter how he stepped forward, backward, left, or right.

There was a smile on Xing Wushuang's face, and Yue Wuyang also gave a loud shout.Unexpectedly, even though the cooperation between the two is perfect, Hai Jing is faster than them.He slid out backwards like a fish, stuck to a tree trunk, leaped into the sky, and instantly had a few leaves in his hand, rushing towards the two of them.

Xing Wushuang flipped the fan over, several small hidden weapons shot out from the bones of the fan, like meteors passing by, piercing the leaves, and shooting towards Hai Jing like clusters of arrows.

But after hearing a few "duh duh", several hidden marks were shot into the tree trunk, lined up in a line, but Hai Jing disappeared.

Yue Wuyang was startled, and was looking up, when Hai Jing suddenly came from below, very fast, grabbed his iron rod, and poured his internal energy into it.

In an instant, the black iron rod flowed and shone like a bright moon, Yue Wuyang only felt a force rushing up his arm, subconsciously let go, and was shocked to take a few steps back.

Hai Jingfang grabbed the iron rod, and Xing Wushuang's hidden weapon was also in front of him, but he just moved his hand, held the hidden mark in his hand, and hit Xing Wushuang in the opposite direction.

Xing Wushuang managed to dodge, but unexpectedly Hai Jing's iron rod had already swept over and hit him on the waist.He stopped in pain, took a few steps back, and stared at Hai Jing angrily, not daring to make another move.Yue Wuyang was shocked by Hai Jing's internal force just now, he also covered his arms with an angry face, hesitating.

Seeing this, Lian Zilan was immediately furious, and without hesitation, he pulled out two silver rings inlaid with jasper from his waist, danced two silver arcs, and flew straight to Haijing.

I saw that pair of silver rings seemed to have life in his hands, the tigers were flying, the light and shadow flickered, and they blocked Hai Jing's way in an instant.

Hai Jing made a wrong step, and his sleeve was torn open with a "swipe", and he couldn't help sighing, "As expected of the eldest son of Xuelian Pavilion, your skill is really good."

"You villain! Don't flatter me!" Lian Zilan is usually gentle and like water, but when he moves his hands, he is as fierce as a ball of fire. His moves are fierce and there is no way out. He almost burns himself and the enemy together.

"If you don't want to listen to flattery, then I'll tell you the truth. Your moves seem to be meticulous, but they actually have a lot of flaws." Hai Jing said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense to me! How can you understand my Xuelian Pavilion's kung fu!" After Lian Zilan said, with a wave of his arms, dozens of silver arcs were intertwined in an instant.

However, these dozens of silver arcs were all hit on the iron rod. After a few "dang dang dang", Lian Zilan felt his arms and upper body were numb from the shock, and he backed involuntarily.

His moves are mainly attacking, once he stops attacking, the front door will be wide open.When he stood firm, he saw a cold light coming towards his face, and the roar tore through the west wind.

Lian Zilan was originally the proud son of heaven, and anyone who fought against him would make him a little bit. When he encountered such a dangerous situation, he froze in place for a moment, at a loss.Seeing the tip of the stick coming through the air, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come.

Lian Zilan raised his eyelids and took a sneak peek at Hai Jing, only to see that Hai Jing was just standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile. He held the long stick in his hand and did not attack.

"I...I..." Lian Zilan's voice trembled uncontrollably when he opened his mouth. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked in sweat, his legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.

Seeing that Hai Jing lost three people in a row, everyone was shocked and fell silent.Hai Jing pulled up the iron rod, stood it up behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked at everyone, "Is there anyone else who wants to fight me?"

Lian Zilan got up and hid in the crowd, with a sad face and extremely unwillingness.Xuan Mo clasped his hands together and looked at Hai Jing kindly, "If the Second Young Master is not a smiling thief, why bother to resist here?"

"Master, I'm not interested in waiting to be beaten." Hai Jing's eyes were gloomy, and he scanned everyone in the courtyard one by one, "Besides, everyone here thinks that I'm the smiling thief!"

After all, Hai Jing walked towards the crowd, but the crowd followed his footsteps back a few times, and when he stopped, the crowd stopped.

Everyone was watching his feet and the iron rod, holding the weapon vigilantly, not daring to go forward.

Seeing this situation, Hai Jing couldn't help laughing, although the voice was quiet, but the faint tone made everyone's heart chill, "Come on, didn't you say you were going to catch the smiling thief? Why is no one moving now?" gone?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly floated over from behind the crowd, "A master of the Eight Great Schools, facing such a small thief, he shrinks back. It's really ridiculous to speak out!"

The voice seemed to be blowing with the wind, it was not low-pitched, but extremely sharp, it was like a whip whipped on the members of the Eight Gates Sect, making them freeze for a moment.