Clash Of The Sword Titans

At noon, there were already many big figures who had come to watch the game in front of the old street, and there was even an old man with a long eyebrow wearing a python red robe. This old man is obviously from the palace and has a special status.

People from various families tried to say hello several times, but they were all stopped by an insider who had seen the lady deer before.

No one made a sound for a while, and it was a little weirdly quiet.

At this moment, the old man in the python robe looked around and said hoarsely: "After waiting for so long, the two protagonists have been reluctant to appear on the stage, and the adults are silent. The old slaves are humble and suffer. It's not a big deal here, and it's unavoidable to ask the nobles, is the Shen family already so big?"

The old man's low voice broke the silence, but no one answered.

Only the one from Hanshan Academy with a special identity, Xun Guangyuan sighed.

"Why does Mr. Xun sigh? Do you think the old slave's words are unreasonable?" The old man chuckled, his eyes suddenly fixed on Xun Guangyuan.

The viper-like eyes made Xun Guangyuan a little displeased, but the noble man behind the father-in-law could not help but shook his head and said: "Qu Gong is too serious. Xun is a teacher at a certain school, so he dare not call himself a husband."

"Hehe, Hanshan Academy is one of the eight academies of Shengguowen. You can afford this sir."

After the old man said, he clicked until he stopped, his gaze gradually pulled back, looked deep into the old street, and sneered in a low-pitched voice, "Mrs. Deer? Hey!"

It seems that only he himself can hear this sentence clearly, but who is present without the cultivation base? Even like Xun Guangyuan's generation, even if they speak silently, they can sense three points, besides, this self-deception-like convergent tone?

"I said why the front of the old street is so stinky today? It turns out that it is your old steward, who smells urinary, so he won't be far away!"

The old man's provocation, intentionally or unintentionally, also drew a response in the first place.

A young and mad voice suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, and what followed was a rotating stone that broke through the air!

The stone tore the air, and the force of terror almost pulled a crimson streamer under everyone's eyes. The ordinary stone rubbed with the air and shattered constantly. The moment it ran out of the old street was already a thin red line, pointing directly to the middle of the old man's forehead!

The old man’s pupils shrank into needle-pointed shapes, and some of his thin body stood up straight, his Qi machine reversed, and he exploded into an eye-catching momentum.

He stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the red line, and said in a deep voice, "You dare to use these tricks to be ashamed!"

With a bang!

The red line disappeared in his palm, and the old man just shook his body, his red python robe was like a pool of water wrinkled by the gale, and the two wide robe sleeves raised back like a banner in the wind, making a'whoop' sound.

"Humph!" The old man looked at the old street with a grim expression and snorted coldly.

In this seemingly painless collision, the old man and the young-voiced master each showed amazing methods, which surprised everyone present. At the same time, several middle-aged people with official status immediately frowned and secretly guessed. The deep meaning behind the old man's attitude.

"Does your majesty finally take action on the old street?"

This thought could not help flashing through their minds.

"Grandpa Qu, don't make trouble." Seeing that the old man seemed to be provocative, Xun Guangyuan had to stand up and say: "If you provoke a few elders, it won't be easy for your father-in-law to go back."

The old man surnamed Qu glanced at Xun Guangyuan and smiled profoundly: "Hanguang Academy also thinks so?"

Xun Guangyuan's expression changed and he stopped speaking.

He had already expressed his opinion to Mrs. Deer before. This time he was here only to watch the battle because he had some personal relationships with the head of the Shen family. Naturally, he didn't want anyone to drag Hanguang Academy into the water.

Especially in this sensitive current situation, a wrong sentence can be a catastrophe.

Seeing that he was not fooled, the old man grinned and smiled silently, and then looked at the old street with a bit of viciousness: "Little lame, with such a big temper, be careful to cause trouble to your shopkeeper!"

And the young voice of the previous shot sounded again, lazily said: "The shopkeeper's travels said before that some people would cut off his tongue if he said bad things about Aunt Deer, and interrupt his hands and feet if he dared to be disrespectful to Aunt Deer. Dog, how many arms and legs do you have to break for me? Or... can your thing grow out and cut for me again?"

"Young man, it's useless to speak so badly, why don't you stand up and have a good time with the old slave?" The old man raised his long eyebrows, but he couldn't see the joy and anger on his face.

But anyone who knows him will know that this father-in-law Qu has been murderous.

"Qu Haijiao, what kind of ability to bully children, should I play with you?"

At this time, there was another playful voice in the depths of the old street.

Hearing this voice, the old man's face was as deep as water. After ‘hehe smile’, he put his hands into the sleeves of the robe, lowered his eyebrows and said, “Since the treasurer Jing has spoken, how can the old slave care about a junior?”

"I don't have that great prestige, but I am entrusted by Lao Dong to take care of this little lame man. You Qu Haijiao wants to behave in the old street and kill people. I don't care. As long as you don't move him, you can do whatever you like."

Qu Haijiao's expression was already pale when the voice drifted away from the old street.

Someone immediately found that his feet had sunk half a foot on the ground.

The energy of his body was washed away by a waterfall, and the wrinkles on his face ooze blood beads.

If it weren't for the other side's mercy and Qu Haijiao's strong indestructible base, this time he would suffer a big loss.

But even so, Qu Haijiao still received a lesson. The arrogance that he had cultivated in the deep palace converged, his lower eyebrows no longer opened his mouth, and he stood in place like an old monk entering Ding.

I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly a low voice rang out from the crowd, "Come on!"

With this low whisper, many people looked into the distance, and saw a slender figure slowly approaching.

"Shen's little madman..."

Some people from various families immediately recognized Shen Fangge.

Xun Guangyuan watched the young man walking slowly, and saw the vicious shadow behind him vaguely, and couldn't help frowning.

But thinking of his mission to the imperial capital, Xun Guangyuan still looked at this young man who might become his own disciple.

"Master Shen family, so murderous!"

At this moment, Qu Haijiao, who had been suppressed by his sharp edge, glanced at it and revealed a thoughtless smile, "The old slave-age nobleman wishes Young Master Shen a victory in this battle and killed the guard who did not live or die in one fell swoop."

Shen Fangge, who had already walked to the old street, didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "This battle is for the identity of the Shen family's disciple. Victory or invincibility has nothing to do with Shen Fangge."

After that, Shen Fangge raised his foot, and when he stepped into the old street, he left a sentence, "When that Lu Li comes, tell him to go into the street and die."

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