Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

The old horse snorted twice, and said, "What do you want me to think of someone who can send people to carry out assassinations and kidnappings?"

Xire Tsering's face was blue and red, but in the end he held back, just smiled and said, "Brother, sometimes you have to do things because you have to."

The old horse didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and said: "Since everyone has finished talking, then we won't eat."

With that he stood up.

There is no good banquet, no good banquet, it is better to go back.

Everyone stood up one after another, preparing to leave the living room.

"Wait!"

Xire Tsering suddenly stopped everyone.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him, not knowing what he had to say.

Xire Tsering smiled and said, "I have a friend who arrived yesterday. I heard that your cultivation base is very high, and I want to see it."

Hearing Xire Tsering's words, everyone immediately understood what was going on.

It was said to be an invitation to dinner, but in the end it turned into a Hongmen banquet.

I don't know who this sword dancer is.

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Let me just say, this meal cannot be eaten so easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man in black standing at the door of the living room.

This person is in his 50s, of medium build, with a crew cut, wearing black clothes, and a calm face.

He thought with a satchel on his back, standing there like an ordinary person.

But the aura emanating from him overwhelmed many people.

He walked in slowly, walked straight to Yang Xiaobao's side, and looked him up and down.

Yang Xiaobao also looked at him with a smile on his lips.

The two people just stared at each other for a while, and this man nodded: "They all said you are very powerful, but I still don't believe it. How can a young man be so powerful? Seeing your concentration today, I believe it a little bit." .”

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "May I ask your name?"

"Call me Laohu. Anyway, name is not very important to you. After all, you are dying."

When this guy said this, he still had a calm expression on his face, as if he was telling an ironclad fact.

Yang Xiaobao chuckled and said, "It's not certain who is dying."

"You were in the cave yesterday, you should have seen several bones?" said the old Hu.

Yang Xiaobao froze for a moment, then nodded: "I see, you are the one who seriously injured them and drove them into the cave."

"That was ten years ago."

Yang Xiaobao understood what this guy meant by saying that.

His cultivation base was very high more than ten years ago, and it is even higher now.

Yang Xiaobao shrugged his shoulders, and said lightly: "In this case, let's compete and learn from each other."

He doesn't want to chat with this kind of person, just hit him, why so much nonsense?

"Okay, okay, I like this kind of refreshing young man."

Old Hu turned to look at Xire Tsering, and asked, "Patriarch Xire, do you have a place to fight?"

Xire Tsering immediately said, "Then let's go to the place they visited last time."

The last time Yang Xiaobao seriously injured the caterpillar on the platform on the mountain.

Lao Ma and Xire Tsering played against each other and both were injured.

Everyone went to that platform again this time.

It's just that this time Yang Xiaobao fought against the opponent alone.

This guy named Lao Hu took out a short sword from his satchel and put the satchel on the ground.

Yang Xiaobao stood there, motionless.

This old Hu looked at Yang Xiaobao and asked curiously: "You don't have a weapon?"

Yang Xiaobao chuckled and said, "I don't need weapons to deal with you."

Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Lao Hu's face became very ugly.

"Boy, I want to see that you are young, and I will show mercy to you later. Now it seems that you are courting death!"

As he spoke, he waved the dagger in his hand, and a cold light rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.

Although Yang Xiaobao's face was as calm as before, he was still secretly surprised when he saw a sword aura in an understatement.

He could feel the pressure brought by this sword energy.

The air around him seemed to be compressed, and his breathing became a little rough.

Yang Xiaobao was like this, so let alone the people standing around the platform watching the battle.

No wonder he is so conceited, it turns out that his cultivation base is really high.

Unfortunately, what he met was Yang Xiaobao.

Yang Xiaobao snorted, made palms with both hands, the energy gathered in his hands, and hit an empty palm.

After this empty palm strike, the sword energy disappeared in an instant, and his breathing became smooth again.

When Lao Hu saw that Yang Xiaobao broke his own palm with every move, his expression changed instantly.

At the beginning, he still looked contemptuous of Yang Xiaobao, but now his expression became very serious.

"Boy, I still underestimate you!"

Speaking of the dagger in his hand, he swung it several times in a row.

Several sword qi rushed towards Yang Xiaobao from several directions.

Yang Xiaobao mobilized the energy in his body, while dodging, he cracked them one by one.

Just like that, the two hit each other.

Although they were standing on both sides of the stage, there was still a distance of 20 meters, but the danger of this fight was much greater than the one that took place here last time.

Many people were sweating profusely from the oppression, and some had to sit on the ground, gasping for breath.

Lao Hu has been emitting sword energy with his dagger, as if he has been on the attacking side.

Yang Xiaobao has been trying to defuse the opponent, it seems that he is in the defensive position.

Second Sister Wei looked at the scene with concern.

Because of the pressure brought by the two, she began to be a little unable to hold on.

Looking at her forehead again, cold sweat had begun to break out slowly, and her body kept shaking.

Seeing her appearance, Wei Jinming, who was standing beside her, immediately stretched out his hand to support him.

Yang Xiaobao and this old Hu, back and forth, the sky was dark and the air was as turbulent as the tide.

Many people who couldn't hold on, all backed away, hiding as far as they could.

Just when everyone was watching the battle nervously, sweating for their respective aspects.

They heard a bang.

The turbulent air instantly calmed down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure on their bodies disappeared instantly.

Looking at the two people in the field, Yang Xiaobao was still standing firmly on the stage, as if he hadn't been hurt at all.

As for that old Hu, he took several steps back, staggered, and fell directly onto the stage.

Xire Tsering and his subordinates were startled, they rushed up to help him up.

But this guy wowed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face became extremely pale.

"Mr. Hu, are you okay?"

Xire Tsering helped him up and asked with concern.

A trace of despair flashed in Lao Hu's eyes. He shook his head, bit his lips tightly, and struggled to stand up.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Xiaobao snorted.

"How? Admit defeat?"

He opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood.