Magic world

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"Who did you give it to?" Upon hearing this, Xiang Shaolong asked in a solemn voice, his chest felt like a heavy punch, his face turned pale.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you, Shaolong—" Tao Fang was shocked, probably because he didn't expect that such a heroic man as Xiang Shaolong could be so affectionate, and sighed.

"Stop talking. It hasn't been proven that I'm really dead, so you shouldn't give her away." Before Tao Fang could finish speaking, Xiang Shaolong's face became angry and he shouted.

"Shaolong, go to the villa to rest and bathe first. Let me think of a way for you. The master will meet you in person tomorrow. This is the greatest honor for our warriors. Don't miss the opportunity." Tao Fang's city is extremely deep, even if Even after being rebuked by Xiang Shaolong in person like this, his face didn't show the slightest emotion, and he still spoke calmly as before.

Then he waved his hand and summoned several maidservants to serve Xiang Shaolong before he stood up and left the other courtyard.

Xiang Shaolong, who was inexplicably irritated, didn't pay attention. He was completely distracted by the beautiful maid whom he would usually spend his time teasing. He sat blankly in the other courtyard, lost in thought.

But not long after, he was called back by another quarrel.

"Mr. Yan, Xiang Shaolong is my guest, it's not good for you to do this." It was Tao Fang's voice.

Xiang Shaolong was shocked when he heard the name Tao Fang mentioned and couldn't help but become nervous.

"Tao Fang, this is our Mo family's matter, are you sure you want to get involved?" Yan Ping said softly.

Tao Fang frowned, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Although he is now considered the number one figure in the city because of his relationship with the Wu family. This makes most people give him a bit of a thumbs down when facing him, but it depends on what the matter is. And obviously, the internal affairs of this school of thought are not something that he, a small businessman servant, can interfere with.

"Humph." Yan Ping saw Tao Fang was silent. With a cold snort, he stretched out his hand to push Tao Fang aside, and with four or five sword-wielding disciples behind him, he strode unceremoniously into the inner room of the other courtyard.

Seeing this, Tao Fang sighed and followed quickly.

In this way, the group of people came to the other courtyard and saw Xiang Shaolong who was absentmindedly.

"Master, that's him." At this time, someone behind Yan Ping heard Ma Yi barefoot. The disciple holding the bronze sword spoke out.

It was the man who was watching at the city gate before.

"Are you Xiang Shaolong?" Yan Ping narrowed his eyes and looked sharply at Xiang Shaolong, who was trying to remain calm.

"Yes, I am exactly the same." Xiang Shaolong said softly, "I wonder if you are..."

"This is Mr. Yan Ping, the great master of the Mohist's Hotel in Handan." Tao Fang on the side quickly introduced him.

"Oh, the original Mr. Yan, nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Xiang Shaolong stood up and clasped his fists, saying very politely.

"Ma San." Yan Ping suddenly shouted.

"Disciple is here." The man in bare feet and linen clothes shouted.

"Try Hero Xiang's skills." Yan Ping ordered.

"Yes." Masan agreed, drew his sword and walked to Xiang Shaolong's side.

"Slowly" Just when Ma San was about to speak out and invite Xiang Shaolong to fight, Tao Fang finally stopped being silent. He raised his hand and shouted.

"Huh?" Yan Ping frowned and looked at Tao Fang.

"Mr. Yan, you only said a few words to ask Mr. Xiang before, but you never said you wanted to take action. This is too much." Tao Fang said with a serious face.

Even though Tao Fang was a bit fat, when his face sank, a sense of majesty really emanated from his body.

"I have heard for a long time that Xiong Yingxiong is very powerful in martial arts. He once fought against horse thieves by himself and bought time for the Wu family warriors to escape. Ma San is not talented and thinks he is very good at swordsmanship. I wonder if Xiang Yingxiong can be rewarded with a favor and have a discussion with me to prove it. Is the rumor true?" Before Yan Ping could say anything, Ma San on the side had already cupped his fists towards Xiang Shaolong and said an invitation.

The tone and words not only happily took the matter of the competition on himself, but also implied the excitement, forcing Xiang Shaolong to the point where he had to make a choice.

Obviously, even if the disciples brought by Yan Ping are not good at martial arts, they must be people with sharp ears and eyes, and they are definitely not ordinary people.

As a result, Tao Fang had to swallow the next words back in his stomach.

During the Warring States Period, in order to strengthen the people, private fighting was basically forbidden in the laws of various countries, so sword fights were common, and even losing one's life was common. Although this kind of competition can be refused with reasons, the negative reputation it brings is not what most people want. Therefore, most of the time, the challenger will not refuse, even if he knows that he is not the opponent. …

Looking at the situation in front of him, Xiang Shaolong, who knew he had no choice, gritted his teeth secretly and nodded in agreement.

"good."

Then he drew out his jet-black wooden sword and walked to the center of the courtyard. Masan sneered and walked to the opposite side of Xiang Shaolong with his bronze sword in hand. The others wisely stepped aside to make room for the two of them to fight.

"Shaolong, change your sword." Looking at the wooden sword in Xiang Shaolong's hand, Tao Fang couldn't help but frown.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tao, this wooden sword was specially made by the minister. It is not afraid of sharp weapons." Xiang Shaolong said softly. Then Xiang Shaolong lowered his eyes, his wooden sword lightly touched the ground, as if he were an old monk entering trance.

"Ma San, be careful." Looking at Xiang Shaolong's performance, Yan Ping's eyes flashed slightly and he turned to say to Ma San who was opposite Xiang Shaolong.

"I understand, master." Masan responded.

But having said that, I still have a little bit of contempt for Xiang Shaolong's performance. Then, Ma San's eyes lit up, blooming with a cold light, and his body rushed to Xiang Shoulong like a black shadow, stabbing Xiang Shaolong directly under the shoulders and ribs, and he was sure to be cruel.

As the sword light approached, Xiang Shaolong took a step back without saying a word. The tip of his sword lifted off the ground and hit the weak spot at the front of Masan's sword light.

"clang."

In an instant, a crisp sound was heard, and the sword light in Ma San's hand rippled away.

Seeing that he had actually missed a blow, Ma San's expression changed slightly and he did not dare to hesitate. He immediately turned his wrist and shook the sword out of the sword flower to protect the middle palace and avoid Xiang Shaolong's possible pursuit. Then he stopped and restarted, attacking Xiang again. Shaolong attacked.

Xiang Shaolong pressed lightly with his wooden sword, as if he wanted to attack, but he was so frightened that Ma San stopped and the sword light deflected a little. Xiang Shaolong's eyes lit up, and the wooden sword in his hand immediately used two changes of moves to attack Masan. Masan did not dare to neglect, and also used two changes of moves to meet him.

"Block."

Two crisp sounds immediately echoed in the other courtyard.

Then Xiang Shaolong circled the wooden sword again, pulling Ma San's long sword out of the middle palace. When it collapsed, Ma San's arm shook, as if he couldn't hold the sword, and he suddenly jumped like a galloping horse. He approached Masan and bumped into Masan's chest with his shoulder.

"boom!"

In the severe pain, Masan's body flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Concession." Xiang Shaolong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he stood on the spot holding the wooden sword upside down and said with cupped fists.

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, shocking cheers rang in his ears.

"Pah, pah, pah..." Then a burst of crisp applause replaced everyone's cheers and rang in the courtyard.

The person applauding was Yan Ping.

"Xiang Yingxiong is really good at martial arts, but Xiang Yingxiong seems to be using the swordsmanship of my Mo sect." Yan Ping said calmly. Then he lowered his eyes and fell on the wooden sword in Xiang Shaolong's hand, and continued, "If this book's prediction is correct, it should be the inheritance of our Momen traitor Yuan Zong. But I don't know if he will also pass on the Juzi." The order is passed to you."

After saying that, Yan Mu's sharp eyes were fixed on Xiang Shaolong, not missing any expression on his face.

"What Juziling?" Xiang Shaolong's heart ached when he heard Yuan Zong's name, and he pretended to be confused and said.

"...Although I also believe that Yuan Zong will not hand over the Ju Zi Ling to an outsider. But someone told me that the Ju Zi Ling is with you, Xiang Yingxiong, and what that person said should not be wrong, so This book has to be treated with caution." Yan Ping said quietly after looking at Xiang Shaolong quietly, but in the end he couldn't see anything strange on Xiang Shaolong's face.

"So Xiong Yingxiong, please let us search your lower body to prove your innocence."

As he finished speaking, the disciples behind him slowly moved to Xiang Shaolong's side, vaguely surrounding him.

Xiang Shaolong's heart skipped a beat, and a stream of white sweat broke out on his vest.

There is no way, who is it that Ju Ziling is on him at this time? You must know that since he entered the city, he has not had any rest, and does not even have a formal residence. How can he hand over Yuan Zong to him? The huge son is buried at will? Therefore, he must not let Yan Ping's people search his body.

"Xiang Yingxiong." Tao Fang, who didn't want to get into trouble with a bunch of lunatics like Mo Zhe because of Xiang Shaolong, and also didn't want to lose a talent like Xiang Shaolong, saw this and couldn't help but look at Xiang Shaolong and signaled with his eyes. He quickly agreed.

"Sure enough, it's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others." Seeing Tao Fang's eyes, a sense of sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of Xiang Shaolong's heart, making him involuntarily recall the man with sound laws in the 21st century. world.

Then, Xiang Shaolong's eyes were fixed and he said loudly, "Thank you Master Tao for your hospitality. I forgive Shaolong for being busy and not staying too long. If we are destined to meet again one day, it won't be too late for us to meet again."

After saying that, without waiting for Tao Fang to react, he immediately rushed into the air leading to Yan Ping's disciple path and quickly rushed out of the courtyard.

"Where are you running!" Yan Ping, who knew that the Ju Zi Ling was on Xiang Shaolong, was still willing to let him go. He immediately shouted loudly, turned into a black dragon, rushed behind Xiang Shaolong, and slashed down with his sword.

"puff!"

A stream of scarlet blood immediately spread into the sky, flashing magnificent colors under the sunlight.

Xiang Shaolong, who was hit by a sword in his back, gritted his teeth, held back the pain that kept coming from his back, forced his life potential, and rushed out of the other courtyard.

However, Xiang Shaolong, who has not yet learned the inner breathing skills of the Mohists, is no match for Yan Ping, who has been cultivating inner qi for many years. After a while, he was intercepted by Yan Ping on the street with a strong body, and he was attacked again. There were several long and narrow wounds with deep visible bones. (To be continued...)