Chapter 1863: Attacking the Martial Arts Leader
Wan Ge had already crossed his arms and said to Wan Ting displeasedly: "Hey, third junior brother, please don't sow discord between me and my junior sister. How can I fight and kill every day? I just fight every day and help master entertain." Entertaining guests?”
"No wonder I smell like sweat all day long." Wan Ting raised her sleeves to cover her nose, and pulled Feng Guang back several steps, looking very disgusted with Wan Ge.
Wan Ge couldn't help but raise his arm and smell the smell on his body. After finding that there was no smell of sweat, he turned to Wan Ting with a very unhappy expression and said, "Sissy, do you want to fight again?"
"Fighting at every turn... This is not the way for a cultured person to solve problems. Second Senior Brother, I said a long time ago that you have to change your image of a reckless man. You can learn how to grow flowers from Senior Brother, or you can learn from Junior Sister It's better to learn embroidery than to fight with someone all day long like a simple-minded, well-developed limbs." Wan Ting's long speech actually directly defined Wan Ge's image as a brainless idiot.
Wan Ge's brows were twitching, but he couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled out the sword from his waist and said, "Sissy, I think you really need a lesson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already raised his sword.
Wan Ting jumped far away easily using Qing Kung Fu. He landed lightly on the wooden railing on the other side with his toes. He arranged his hair calmly and said with a smile to Wan Pavilion: "Second Senior Brother, you should give it a try. You are like this." Think twice if the sword can touch a hair on my head."
Wan Ge let out a "hum", turned around, and attacked where Wan Ting was standing again.
Feng Guang stood there alone. She watched Wan Ting use her superb light skills to fly from here to there, and then fly back to here. Wan Pavilion's sword was always just a hair away from touching Wan Ting. Ting, but Wange seems to be a person who never gets discouraged. He is still chasing after him with great enthusiasm.
Feng Guang has seen this scene of you chasing me and escaping many times. She can tell the final result without thinking. Unless Wanting wants Wange to catch up, Wange will definitely not be able to meet Wanting. Half a point.
In terms of the lightness of the legs and feet, no one in this Tibetan Military Mansion, except Xia Chao, could surpass Wanting.
Wange and Wanting had a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. It would be strange if they didn't quarrel on any day. Fengguang was not worried at all that either of them would hurt the other. Both of them had a sense of proportion in their hearts. Since these two If an individual is willing to fight, then let them fight.
Not long after, information came about how Zuoshi Dao died. According to the disciples from the Zangbing Mansion who came back to report, there were no external injuries on Zuisui Dao. At first, everyone thought it was poisoned, so they only invited people from the Jinzhen Shen family to come. After looking at it, I discovered that the knife in his left hand had died from a ruptured heart.
He died of a heart rupture without any trauma to his body. This is a puzzling thing. He died suddenly with a knife in his left hand. There is no evidence that it was done by someone in the underworld, but everyone can be sure. This is indeed the work of the underworld, which makes people's hearts break. This must be some kind of heretical martial arts. It must be practiced by some heretical kung fu. Who is he if he is not a member of the underworld?
Bai Dao has already died with his left hand sword. In order to prevent such sneak attacks from happening, the leader of the martial arts alliance decided to entrust the Cangbing Mansion to protect Xiao Baishu. Of course, this is not because they cannot believe in the strength of Xiao Baishu, the scholar of Yindi, but just the demon sect. I have always used whatever means necessary, not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of the unexpected.