School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

After Zhang Weijian broke through the illusion of the sword master, he felt relieved.

However, he did not dare to take it lightly, but stared at the other party and said slowly: "The move you just made was indeed a bit shocking!"

"Hahaha, no prizes, no prizes!"

Wuming reached out and touched the erhu in his hand, with a smile on his face.

Next, Wuming's movements didn't change much. He still crossed his legs and seemed to continue playing the erhu.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Weijian immediately raised his hand and said, "Sir, what does this mean?"

"I didn't kill you with just one move, so of course I have to continue!"

Wuming said calmly, the movements were already arranged, and it was just time to decide which song to play.

"The erhu is just a musical instrument after all. It cannot kill anyone! If you don't draw your sword yet, don't blame me for taking advantage of others' danger!"

Zhang Weijian swung the long sword in his hand and raised a burst of crimson sword flowers in the air.

At the same time, Wang Juji specially asked people to continue to turn up the sound of the speakers, and the passionate BGM sounded again, and the boys around him swayed rhythmically.

Then, Wang Juji pushed Zhang Jiahui forward again.

Zhang Jiahui didn't dare to speak at first, but now he couldn't control the situation. He could only step forward to add fuel to the fire as Wang Juji arranged.

Although the Wang family has already established a good relationship, there is not much time that can be controlled by the higher-ups. Sooner or later, the law enforcement team will come here, so now it must be resolved quickly, and the two big bosses cannot help but continue their war of words.

But now, when the opponent's sword master saw that he was fine, he played the erhu without any intention of fighting to the death. This made Wang Juji a little worried.

Zhang Jiahui took a deep breath, then walked ten steps ahead of Wuming.

"Old man, stop whining and whining and draw your sword!"

"Oh?"

"How do you want to die?"

Wuming Jian raised his eyebrows and didn't even look at this guy.

Zhang Jiahui's legs shook, and he stretched out his index finger and shouted in a strange voice: "I am Zha Zhahui, if you have the ability, give me a knife!"

"Okay, have some backbone!"

Wuming still didn't look at Zhang Jiahui. The moment he praised him, an invisible sword energy shot towards Zhang Jiahui's eyebrows.

"Ah, Mamma Mia!"

Zhang Jiahui suddenly froze, fell directly to the ground, and then rolled up.

Wuming was also stunned. The moment the sword energy flew out just now, it was actually blocked by someone.

And the person who took action was the so-called sword god Zhang Weijian.

If Zhang Weijian hadn't come to the rescue, the arrogant Zhang Jiahui would have had his head blown off by his sword energy.

At this moment.

Wuming also had to re-evaluate the strength of this sword god, and his eyes became more solemn.

Then, Wuming slowly stood up, pointing his hands together, as if to use a more powerful move.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Weijian's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and said: "Stop, wait a moment!"

"It seems that you have already felt the crisis. You are worthy of being a contemporary swordsman. If you have any last words, just say them!"

Wuming also stopped his movements, and took this opportunity to ask Chen Tianhe to help him put away the erhu first. The opponent was very strong, and if he fought with all his strength, he would probably hurt his old treasure.

Chen Tianhe didn't dare to show any slightness, and immediately stepped forward to put Wuming's erhu away, and then stepped aside.

Zhang Weijian did not make a sneak attack, but raised his hand in the direction of Wang Juji and said: "You can turn off the speaker, otherwise it will be unfair to this old senior!"