Thriller Paradise Chapter 187: Cangling on the sword (2)

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When Feng Bujue walked alone to the place where Bai Dian was killed in the opening CG, the system voice immediately rang in his ear. Brother Jue naturally understood that he had already entered a certain line of sight, and the voice prompt was an indirect proof.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue looked down at Bai Dian's corpse. Moonlight illuminated the horrible face of the corpse particularly clearly.

"Senior, if I pretended not to know that you were hiding nearby, would you just let me pass?" Feng Bujue suddenly said, his voice is not high, but he is obviously not talking to himself Talking to himself, his tone is neither overbearing nor overbearing, but he is relatively polite when addressing each other.

"Since you have spoken to me, it proves that you not only know that I am nearby, but also the answer to this question." The old man's reply came from the wind, still erratic and hard to find its source.

Feng Bujue actually laughed and mocked: "Can't I just lie to you?"

The voice was silent, and there was no answer.

"I came here and found a corpse lying on the ground. The deceased was wounded by a hidden weapon and wounded at the back of his neck. At first glance, only this trauma was fatal, and it was mostly caused by a sneak attack. The murderer only uses a bamboo stick, which shows that its internal strength is deep." Feng Bujue continued: "So, I said this to test whether the murderer is still nearby. Is it reasonable?"

The old man spoke again: "Then how do you know that the old man is your predecessor?"

"It's very simple. I am still young. Most of the people in the arena are my seniors." Feng Bujue smiled: "What's more, seniors, you use bamboo sticks to kill people. It's not like young people's methods. , Without deep skill, this technique can't be used at all."

Actually, Feng Bujue has been talking nonsense so far. He just used the information obtained in the opening CG to deal with this.

"Huh...whether you lied to me or not...it didn't change anything." The old man replied; "Go back." He still gave this sentence and listened to Yumian Tanhua before he died. The sentence that arrived is the same.

"Can I ask, what kind of person is eligible to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.

The other party’s answer is just two words: "Master."

"Is this dead man at my feet a master?"

"Yes, but he is a member of the court." The old man paused; "So instead of passing, he must die."

"I am not a member of the court, and I am considered a master." Feng Bujue said: "In that case, I should be able to pass, right?"

"He...hahaha...hahaha..." The old man laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed all around.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the forest, and an old man in a blue robe appeared several feet away in front of Feng Bujue.

This old man looks like he is in his seventies, with all white hair and beard, but his back is straight, and his face is not kind. But it's not like a treacherous man: "Brother, let your comrades come out too."

Feng Bujue pretended to be stupid: "What accomplice?"

"I am not as clever as you. I am not interested in defrauding you." The old man said again: "I know you have four accomplices, searching for my whereabouts in the dark, and you are here to attract my attention..."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue turned his head and shouted, "Come out, I've been discovered."

Little sigh, the four of them came out of the forest one after another, with the MP5 still in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the old man, always ready to fire, because he didn't know what it was. So the old man didn't care.

"By the way, they are all masters, too." Feng Bujue's tone really didn't seem to be a lie.

"Heh...Although the old man is very old, he is still not dazzled. Look at the pace, body style, breath, etc. of you when you walk..." The old man shook his head and smiled: "You little ghosts... fundamentally Don’t know how to martial arts, right?" He was confident of this judgment, so he showed up boldly, "Go back, now Cangling Town is not the place you should go. It’s the veteran who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades. . It’s hard to guarantee that you can live in the town until the night of the duel."

"Senior, we are going to watch a duel instead of participating in a duel. It's their business for those'veterans' who like to hold warm-up matches in the town. They can engage in iron cage fighting. "Feng Bujue said.

He didn’t understand most of this sentence. The old man was stunned for a few seconds, and then replied: "Hehe...you really don’t understand anything. How can you think of things about the rivers and lakes? Simple and naive." He stepped forward and came to Feng Bujue, looking at the slightly thin brother Jue: "Besides, with your bones, I'm afraid that you can't even beat the street performer's crop style. Sword. God’s duel, you can see what way can you see even after watching it?"

"It is said that I am a master, why don't you believe it, senior?" Feng Bujue replied.

The old man's expression seemed to say, you kid is unreasonable, he shook his head: "Then you and I will listen to the font size." He pointed to the corpse on the ground: "If you are better than this jade face The name rang, go back by yourself as soon as possible, don’t be embarrassed here."

Feng Bujue smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly: "Huh..." His strength came: "I'm...fighting Guangdong and Guangxi, kicking Suzhou and Hangzhou, swordsmanship in Sanqin, Qi Zhensaibei, blood washed Dongying did not stay, hitting the Central Plains Invincible Hand, known as the unpredictable lunatic...The master of Pojian Chaliao, Feng Bujue." After he shamelessly said this chase, he was not addicted, and by the way he reported the poem number. "Thanks to the love of the people of the rivers and lakes, I present a poem——Laughing and looking at the thousands of soldiers to break through, and deciding the universe to be cause and effect. Unconscious and fearless, it is neither a ghost nor a **** like a madman."

The old man was shocked at the time. He had never heard of an organization like Pojian Chaliao, nor had he heard of Feng Bujue. However, the long list of names from the other party didn't sound like a new one. Anyway, if it was replaced by the old man himself, he couldn't make up even if he was killed.

"You..." The old man was speechless for a while. He was quite sure that the five opponents' martial arts were poor, or even none, but he was a little shaken by Feng Bujue's flicker.

Also shocked is Master Jibu. He originally thought Feng Bujue would casually say a common nickname in martial arts novels. He didn't expect this guy to open his mouth for a long time, and the content broke through the sky. Compared with this name, what kind of "jade-faced flower" is simply a scum.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't consulted senior Gao's name yet?" Feng Bujue said with his fists and hands.

"The old man is just a subordinate, and his name is not worth mentioning." The old man replied. He was a little aftertaste at this time, and said: "Little brother, you are really smart and eloquent, but Master, it’s not blown out."

"Understand, Senior still doesn't believe me." Feng Bujue said, "I will show my hands to you." At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was: Old man...if it wasn't for you. It has something to do with the main storyline, so I won’t bother with you. If you are determined not to let go, I can only ask you to take a bullet...

Feng Bujue took a half step back, "Senior, how about a trick to pick me up?"

"Don't say it's one trick, it's ten tricks and a hundred tricks..." The old man didn't finish his words.

Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and launched the title skill [See Trick], and the type of skill he chose was fighting.

Feng Bujue knew he could definitely do something, but he didn’t know what he did...

The old man sees Feng Bujue that he has to attack, and he dare not trust him. No one can guarantee that this young man is hiding his inner strength and preparing to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger...

The old man lifted up his seven success forces and greeted each other with his palms.

With a snap, Feng Bujue slapped the opponent, and then took five or six steps back. Only he knew that just now, he lost as much as 30% of his survival value. Fortunately, the old man was pure. It was just using palm strength to defend, and there was no force to push forward, otherwise Feng Bujue would be in danger.

"This..." Although the old man stood still and didn't move a step, he showed a surprised look. His palm was red at this moment, burning like iron.

"Have you activated a skill with the fire attribute... good luck." Feng Bujue said, but on the surface he appeared very calm: "Small bugs, show ugliness."

The old man put his hands behind his back: "Well... I didn't expect to see the old man today." He stepped aside: "A few young heroes, please."

"Eh? Senior, don't you try the martial arts of my companions?" Feng Bujue pointed to the young master of the Fingerprint Department: "Look at that girl, she looks very weak."

"Hey!" Trace Department expressed strong dissatisfaction with this guy's behavior of selling teammates.

The old man only pretended not to hear the second half of Feng Bujue's sentence~IndoMTL.com~ calmly replied: "No need, presumably these four are definitely not idlers. Master Feng, please." He even changed his address.

"This old man seems to be suffocated by me. It seems that his skills just now are super strong..." Feng Bujue said, "It's no wonder that it has used 300 physical stamina and 30 spiritual powers. ."

"Thank you, senior." Feng Bujue said, winking at his teammates so that they can walk.

When the five people walked far along the path, the old man raised his palm to his eyes and muttered: "Master Pojian Chaliao, huh... this kid is full of nonsense, but his shot is really powerful." He adjusted his breath. It seems that he wants to suppress the pain in his hands: "If he is a man in his forties, the palm of the appropriate talent is nothing but the palm of the boy who has been training for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties. , He can hit such a palm, apart from the inherent pure Yang internal force, there is no other explanation...

Heh...I don’t know when so many powerful characters appeared on the rivers and lakes. It seems that the masters and strangers attracted by this duel of the master, both in skill and in number, far exceed expectations..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)