Flower Stealing Master Chapter 51: The smell is similar

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, is not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought that he would face a head-on with them, and deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless. Under the shock of internal strength, the wooden sword came out from behind, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage. After a few crisp sounds, Bao Xiang and others only Feeling a severe pain in his wrist, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been put in the sheath again.

It turns out that as a modern person, Song Qingshu was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people on the acupuncture points on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short period of time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The ancestor of the blood knife was bluffed, "This little brat has a higher martial arts than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao looked dumbfounded and shook his whole body: "This is the master, if he supports him, what is the queen mother, the old witch, what the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart? ."

Song Qingshu is very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to borrow Wei Xiaobao's momentum, so he naturally needs to make him feel shocked by his own strength.

The blood knife ancestor is caught in a dilemma. He is determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts is clearly higher than himself. He bowed his head and saw the look in the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If you retreat without a fight, grandpa His prestige must be greatly diminished, and these white-eyed wolves may not decide what they want to make."

Make up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of the breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die. .

Song Qingshu was startled. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He quickly moved his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders and back. The "double dragon fetching water" in the palm of the dragon's eighteenth palm sucked the tiles that were flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed by, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, waving the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the field thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he would use such a fierce knife to stab a charming little girl!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he left nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would definitely not bear the heart of a beautiful girl being hacked. If they were split into two pieces, they would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

The wrist was turned, and the blood knife in his hand moved from bottom to top to back. Song Qingshu was so scared that he was so frightened that he saw the blood knife ancestor smash the knife to Shui Sheng quickly and urgently, fearing that the rescue would be too late, so he urged a full attack Behind the ancestor of the blood knife, he thought he had to turn left and right to avoid him, but he had already reserved his strength and waited for him to deliver the door. This backhand hit the lower abdomen in an instant.

Hurrying out of the ladder cloud, let the figure move a few feet out of thin air out of thin air, and escaped from the cut of the son and grandson until his feet fell on the ground and his legs were still chilly, thanking him in his heart. Endlessly, "I was almost forced to practice evil swordsmanship."

The blood knife ancestor secretly cried out that it’s a pity that such a great opportunity didn’t hurt him. He looked at the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty who came from a distance, knowing that today’s things are beyond reach, turned around and smiled: "Your Excellency is good martial arts, next time I have the opportunity to compete again." After speaking, he carried his light work and flew away.

The monks of the blood knife followed to escape, admiring them in their hearts while escaping, his master was able to fight this person even and even had the upper hand...

Song Qingshu is annoyed that his actual combat experience is still too bad, and this blood knife ancestor is indeed well-deserved. Watching the blood knife ancestor's figure farther and farther away, he was unwilling to catch up. If the blood knife ancestor was pressed into a hurry, he would be a little bit jealous of fighting with death.

"Xiaobao thanked the mountain and water hero for saving his life." Wei Xiaobao casually dealt with the officials of the Song State who came to hush for warmth, and hurriedly ran up to Song Qingshu.

"Why call me that." Song Qing's writing is extremely strange.

"The martial arts of a hero is as high as a mountain. Three punches and two kicks can make a **** swordman fall into the water. This is not what a mountain and flowing water hero is." Wei Xiaobao flattered him.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded by him. Although he knew he was full of lies, he hated flatterers most on weekdays, but when the other party flattered himself, the feeling he listened to... seemed pretty good~

"I am not a high mountain and flowing water hero, my surname is Song, and my name is Qingshu." He held it up and down, Song Qingshu quickly converged and asked, "I don't know your name?"

"Oh, it turns out that the hero asked me to respect my surname," Wei Xiaobao hasn't grown up in culture for so many years, and Shui Sheng, who listened to the side, secretly took a sip, "My surname is Wei, and my name is Xiaobao." /

"It turned out to be the first warrior of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Wei, who was able to capture Obhai. When I saw it today, the young hero~IndoMTL.com~Song Qingshu made an expression of surprise and admiration.

Song Qingshu's flattery is really infamous. Wei Xiaobao has not heard it a thousand times in so many years, and he has heard it 800 times.

Others have said that Wei Xiaobao didn't care about it at first, but when the super expert in front of him said it, the effect was very different. Hearing Wei Xiaobao's heart radiated, the more he looked at Song Qingshu, the more pleasing he became.

Rejecting the **** of the officers and soldiers of the Song State, Wei Xiaobao kindly invited Song Qingshu to the front Yuhua Pavilion for a drink. Song Qingshu pretended to refuse, but followed the group to the Yuhua Pavilion with half a push.

As soon as I took my seat, I only heard a female voice full of disgust, saying: "A raccoon dog!" It turned out that Shui Sheng was also brought over by Wei Xiaobao's men. In order to look good, she untied her from the shackles, and of course she clicked her. Nowadays, except for being able to sit at the wine table by herself, she can't lift the slightest strength all over her body.

"This girl is?" Song Qingshu asked pretendingly.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled and said: "Just now this woman intended to assassinate the officer, and contacted the bloodblade gate people's subsequent actions. The officer suspected that she was a spy sent by Mongolia to disturb our sight."

"Shameless!" Shui Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Really?" Song Qingshu seemed to smile, "The Mongolian sent such a beautiful chick over, a bit violent."

Everyone at the banquet burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of obscenities.

"Any thief!" Shui Sheng gave Song Qingshu a fierce look. He was a little grateful that Song Qingshu had saved his life just now, but when he saw him calling Wei Xiaobao brother and brother at the table, all his good feelings disappeared.

Now Song Qingshu is not doing it. He sat next to Shui Sheng with a glass of wine, and laughed weirdly: "Beauty, you keep calling me a thief, when did I have you? Can't wait to be lewd by me?"