Eagle Archer's Gale Sword

() "What!" Hou Qingyun's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help running out of his feet, and flashed out of the villa in a blink of an eye.

When he rushed to the entrance of Guiyun Zhuang like a gust of wind, he saw countless heroes on the bank of the river gathered under a ring, looking as far as the eye could see, there were two figures confronting each other on the stage.

Hou Qingyun practiced lightness kung fu again, rushed to the front several times in a row, and then looked at the stage, his heart jumped up in an instant.

The scene at this time was a bit weird, countless people gathered under the stage, and they all stared at the two figures on the ring in dumbfounded at this moment, and many people gasped.

On the wide arena, Wei Chenzi, who was originally pure and strange, had his beard and hair disheveled at the moment, staring blankly at his hand and the ancient Xuanyuan sword with only half of its blade left.Standing opposite him was the glamorous Shuanghan Sword Lord, wearing a green shirt fluttering in the wind, with a beautiful face and frost-like starry eyes, it was Hou Qingyun's thoughts day and night. Xia Gulan.

After a long time, someone sighed: "It's unbelievable that the Kunlun headmaster who has been famous for thirty years has lost to the 'Frost and Cold Sword Lord'!"

Although Xia Gulan is young and beautiful, she has always been notorious for her viciousness. Everyone is stunned, either intimidated by her power, or lamenting the complete defeat of the old predecessors, or greedy for her beauty, in short, no one Loud noise.

Hou Qingyun quietly squeezed under the stage, looking at the beauty in Tsing Yi on the stage.At this moment, Xia Gulan, although she defeated an 'old martial arts senior', her own condition is not that good: her hairband was cut off, her messy black hair fluttered in the wind, and her breath was a little unstable. Tough battle.

Xia Gulan's long ice-glazed sword was pointing slantly at the ground, her cold eyes were looking at the steaming lake, and she didn't know where her mind was flying.

"Hehehe, what a Frost and Cold Sword Lord!" Weichenzi dropped the hilt of his sword with a miserable smile, walked down the ring in a daze, his hair was in a mess, and there were countless sword marks all over his body, all stained with blood. He looked very miserable, and was helped away by a few little Taoist priests from the Kunlun sect in the audience.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to the loser, they were all amazed at the beauty in Tsing Yi, this notorious and peerless beauty, why did she look so lonely?

"Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and one sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states. After a few months, the sword king is more elegant than before!" A Taoist priest in black sighed, and the Taoist priests around him were all moved, with black beard and hair Qiu Chuji hurriedly said: "Junior Brother Wang, have you seen this girl?"

At this moment, many Jianghu Junyan who stopped in the audience moved their minds, but no one dared to take the lead. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, jumped onto the ring, clasped his fists at Xia Gulan's beautiful shadow and said, "I—"

Just as the Jianghu Junyan uttered two words, a figure suddenly jumped up from the audience, it was Hou Qingyun who had just squeezed to the front desk.

Hou Qingyun, who settled down in an instant, mentioned the unknown Jianghu Junyan, and threw it into the lake casually, and the audience was suddenly in an uproar.

Xia Gulan heard the uproar around her, and gradually withdrew her mind from the lake and mountains, "I don't know if he's here." Before she turned around, she was startled by a sudden call of 'Lan'er,' The voice is..."

Xia Gulan turned around, and when she saw the face of the person who came, she was shocked. She stared at Hou Qingyun in a daze, with little ripples in her clear eyes, and her breathing that had gradually subsided became chaotic again.

After more than three months of thinking day and night, finally seeing Xia Gulan, Xia Gulan seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to spit them out. In the end, he just pointed at the Bingli sword and said coldly: " Who is your Lan'er?"

"Why, what I want to say is...I miss you so much..."

Hou Qingyun was slightly taken aback, seeing Xia Gulan's delicate expression, tenderness immediately filled his chest, and sighed softly: "Lan'er, you've lost weight."

Xia Gulan felt sour in her heart, her eyes became foggy, she stared at Hou Qingyun's cheeks, suddenly parted her vermilion lips, and said in a shy voice: "Little girl has been down and out for many years, but I can't compare to Hou Daxia, you are so beautiful..."

Her voice was not as gentle and melodious as Li Yiqi's, but rather low and hoarse. When she saw Hou Qingyun's eyes sweeping towards her cheeks, she avoided them in a panic.

The strange behavior of the two on the stage caused the surrounding heroes to look at each other in blank dismay. The five big and three rough couldn't figure it out, but the discerning people saw the unusual relationship between the two.

"Why, why! Didn't she never lie to people!" The little Taoist Zhen Zhibing stared blankly at the beauty in Tsing Yi on the stage, feeling puzzled.

Hou Qingyun heard Xia Gulan's sarcasm, but felt certain in his heart. Seeing that there were too many people in the audience, Hou Qingyun took two steps forward. The place where people speak."

Xia Gulan remained silent, her tender body trembling slightly, she was just thinking: what did he want to say, and what would he say?

Hou Qingyun glanced at the audience, and suddenly a figure rose from the ground, and the figure crossed a distance of five or six feet, and fell on the bank of the river. Even after a few rises, he was far away. He suddenly displayed such a superb body technique, Everyone in the audience suddenly became uproarious.

Looking at Hou Qingyun's disappearing figure, Xia Gulan murmured in her heart: "Since I'm here, I just want to make a break, but he's like this, how can I let go..."

Xia Gulan's thoughts were surging, seeing Hou Qingyun's faint figure, she took a deep breath, and also rose from the ground, with a similar body style to Hou Qingyun, she chased after several ups and downs.

Hou Qingyun came to a deserted and secluded river bank, the water not far away was steaming with mist and water and weeds.He stopped his figure and saw Xia Gulan chasing him, his figure was not much lower than his own, he was surprised, "Lan'er's kung fu is so good!"

Seeing that Xia Gulan had settled down and was looking at him with a cold face, he took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Lan'er!"

With a resounding sound, the Bingli sword fell into Xia Gulan's hand, and the long sword pointed at Hou Qingyun, and there was a hint of urgency in the cold voice, "Don't come here!"

Hou Qingyun stood still immediately, scratched his head, and said helplessly, "Lan'er, why don't we do this?"

Xia Gulan prepared a lot of farewell words, choked up in her throat, and after a long time, she said quietly: "What do you mean don't be like this... Didn't you go very resolutely that day, just left like that, without even looking back ..."

It turned out that the chick was still angry.

Hou Qingyun was afraid that Xia Gulan would not care at all, but her words would make his heart drop. Seeing the beautiful face in front of his eyes, he said slowly, "Didn't I be stupid that day?"

Xia Gulan remained silent, Hou Qingyun said again: "By the way, you saved my life!"

Hou Qingyun couldn't help being a little embarrassed when he thought of being brought down by some thieves with Mongolian sweat medicine.Seeing his appearance, Xia Gulan recalled Hou Qingyun's embarrassing appearance lying in the snow that day, and finally she carried Hou Qingyun back to the Gaosheng Inn, thinking about the strange eyes cast by people around that day, she also felt in her heart. There was a little smile, but the mouth still said: "You solved the 'ghost marrow' for me, and I will save you once, and we are even. After that, we will each go our own way..."

Hou Qingyun said strangely: "What is evening? I saved you, and you saved me. Isn't this more kissing than kissing!"

Xia Gulan was choked speechless by his strong argument, thinking of Hou Qingyun's daily jokes, a little warmth gradually grew in her lonely heart.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Well, I haven't thanked 'Sword Lord' for your life-saving grace~~" Hou Qingyun clasped his hands and bowed again and again, his appearance was very funny.

Hou Qingyun was still as frivolous as before, Xia Gulan couldn't help but chuckled a few times, but then restrained her smile, she put the Bingli sword back into the sword case, sighed softly, and said: "It's still so unscrupulous. "

Why can't she see that Hou Qingyun wants to get back together with herself, and deliberately pretends to step down for herself, isn't this what she wants?

With Xia Gulan's smile, her cold face disappeared immediately. Hou Qingyun looked at her beautiful face in a trance, and suddenly frowned: "Lan'er, what's wrong with your face?"