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"Who did you give it to?" Upon hearing this, Xiang Shaolong's chest felt as if someone had hit him hard, his face turned pale, and he asked in a solemn voice.

"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, so he 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 take a bath 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 when Xiang Shaolong was scolded in front of him like this, his face didn't show the slightest change, 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 from dealing with the beautiful maid whom he would usually spend his time teasing. He sat blankly in the other courtyard, stunned.

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

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

When Xiang Shaolong heard the name Tao Fang mentioned, his heart was shocked and he 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, most people will give him a bit of a thumbs down when facing him. But it depends on what the matter is, and obviously, this kind of

The internal affairs of the school are beyond the control of a small businessman like him.

"Hmph." Seeing Tao Fang's silence, Yan Ping snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to push Tao Fang aside, and led four or five sword-wielding disciples behind him to stride 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 absent-minded.

"Master, that's him." At this time, a disciple behind Yan Ping, wearing sackcloth and barefoot, holding a bronze sword in his hand, said.

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 Hotel in Handan." Tao Fang on the side quickly introduced him.

"Oh, Mr. Yan, nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Xiang Shaolong stood up, clasped his fists, and said 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.

"Slow!" Just when Ma San was about to say something to encourage Xiang Shaolong to fight, Tao Fang finally stopped being silent and raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"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 a bit too much." Tao Fang said with a serious face.

Even though Tao Fang is a bit fat, when his face sinks, a sense of majesty really emanates from his body.

"I have heard for a long time that Hero Xiang has great martial arts skills. He once fought against horse thieves alone to buy time for the Wu family warriors to escape. He is not talented at all. He considers himself to be very good at swordsmanship. I wonder if Hero Xiang can be rewarded and have a discussion with me to prove it.

Is the rumor true?" Without Yan Ping saying anything, Ma San on the side had already clasped his fists at Xiang Shaolong and said an invitation.

His tone and words not only blithely took the matter of the fight upon himself, but also implied arousal, forcing Xiang Shaolong to a point where he had no choice but 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 fights were basically forbidden in the laws of various countries, so sword fights were common, and it was common to even lose one's life. Although such fights can also be justified.

Rejection, but 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 an 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 ink-black wooden sword and walked to the center of the other courtyard. Ma San sneered and walked to the opposite side of Xiang Shaolong with his bronze sword in hand. The others wisely retreated to both sides to create a space for the two of them to fight.

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"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. He is not afraid of sharp weapons." Xiang Shaolong said quietly. Then Xiang Shaolong lowered his eyes, and the wooden sword touched the ground lightly, like an old monk entering meditation.

"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 had a little bit of contempt for Xiang Shaolong's performance. Then, Ma San's eyes lit up, bursting with a cold light, and his body rushed towards Xiang Shaolong like a black shadow.

In front of him, he stabbed Xiang Shaolong directly under his shoulder and ribs, and it was definitely cruel.

The sword light came close, Xiang Shaolong took a step back without saying a word, raised the tip of his sword from 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 immediately 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 the wooden sword lightly, as if he wanted to attack. He was so frightened that Ma San moved, and the sword light deflected for a moment. Xiang Shaolong's eyes lit up, and he immediately used the wooden sword in his hand to attack with two different moves.

Ma San, Ma San didn't dare to neglect, and also came up with two different moves.

"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.

"Bang!"

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

"Concession." Xiang Shaolong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. 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 none other than Yan Ping.

"Xiang Yingxiong is really good at martial arts, but it seems that the swordsmanship that Xiang Yingxiong uses is from my Mo sect." Yan Ping said quietly. Then he lowered his eyes, fell on the wooden sword in Xiang Shaolong's hand, and continued, "If this book

If the prediction is correct, it must have been inherited by our traitor Yuan Zong of the Mo clan. But I don’t know if he also passed on the Juzi Order to you."

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

"What Juziling?" Upon hearing Yuan Zong's name, Xiang Shaolong felt a pain in his heart and said pretending to be confused.

"...Although I also believe that Yuan Zong will not hand over the Ju Zi Ling to an outsider, someone told me that the Ju Zi Ling is in your possession, Xiang Yingxiong, and what that person said should not be wrong, so

I have to treat this book 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 Xiang Yingxiong, please let us search your private parts 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 Ju Zi Ling buried it at will? So 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 such a talented person as 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 being able to stay 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 road and quickly rushed out of the courtyard.

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

"puff!"

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

Xiang Shaolong, who was hit by a sword behind him, gritted his teeth, resisted 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.
Chapter completed!