Wei Ran did not answer Zuo Zimu's question, but joked, "Zuo Sect Master, Ling Tu has lost. Are you willing to accept the loss and give me Jianhu Palace?"

"Bastard!" Zuo Zimu shouted, and the clay man was still three points of fire, not to mention Zuo Zimu, who is the leader of a sect. No matter how weird the opponent's kung fu and how deep the background is, he must pass a game no matter what, otherwise he will not be able to continue in the Yunnan martial arts world in the future.

"Is Master Zuo planning to take action himself?" Wei Ran asked knowingly.

"Let Zuo personally understand your skills." Zuo Zimu's eyes gathered murderous intent, but his face was extremely quiet, "Please show off his weapons."

"My hand is the best weapon."

"Then Zuo is not polite, and use sword techniques to discuss your fist and foot skills." Zuo Zimu did not talk nonsense, pulled out the sword, and used a move to "Golden Needle to Di" and stabbed towards Wei Ran.

This move "Golden Needle Di" has been mastered by Zuo Zimu, and is the sword move he is best at. The main feature is that it is fast and fast. Before the opponent can react, it will assassinate him. In the subsequent situation, thirteen changes and five methods of killing are hidden.

Zuo Zimu used this move, obviously with the idea of ​​killing Wei Ran directly if he lost his opponent.

Unfortunately, this move was indeed extremely slow and flawed in Wei Ran's opinion.

"Zuo Lengchan is also well-known in the Yunnan martial arts world. His martial arts are second-rate people in the world. I didn't expect that they are so naive and weak, and they are worse than Baodi." Wei Ran shook his head, not intending to continue playing with Zuo Zimu.

Seeing Zuo Zimu's sword stabbing towards his chest, Wei Ran slashed his right hand into his chest, and with a suction force in his hand, it actually led the sword to Zuo Zimu.

Zuo Zimu was extremely shocked, but he didn't care about being embarrassed, so he threw down his uncontrolled sword and flew back and retreated quickly. However, the sword that was out of hand shook its tail and turned into an arrow, shooting towards Zuo Zimu.

"Bang!"

Wei Ran did not think about killing Zuo Zimu, so the speed of the sword was not triggered to the extreme. Zuo Zimu was almost avoided and shot onto the wall of the martial arts hall.

"With his way, I will give him the same body!" Zuo Zimu exclaimed, his face turned pale, "It turns out to be Mr. Murong. I didn't expect that Mr. Murong, who is famous in the world, would like to bully the weak with the strong."

"Zhuo Sect Master Zuo recognized the wrong person. I am not Murong Fu, and the kung fu used is not a change of speed." Wei Ran shook his head.

Zuo Zimu thought to himself: "It's better if you are not Murong Fu. No matter how high your martial arts are, you are the only one, you are always weak and you can't beat four punches with both hands. There are so many people here, and you will definitely make you feel regretful on the spot."

"Junior Sister Xing, everyone else is coveting the ancestral court of my sect. Do you still have to sit idly by?" Zuo Zimu looked at Xing Shuangqing and said.

Xunshuangqing snorted coldly. Although she was dissatisfied with Zuo Zi Mu Xin, she was absolutely firm in front of her position. "The person who hides his head and reveals his tail doesn't even dare to report his name."

Wei Ran smiled slightly and said without caring: "So what if you say it, so what if you don't say it. If I say it, you just know a code name. If I don't say it, you know that there is someone like me. I have no interest in you, and I don't ask you to be interested in me, saying it is exactly the same as not saying it."

Wei Ran said something like "say" and "not saying" like a difficult command. Many people in the Martial Arts Hall couldn't help laughing. "Wuliang Sword" under the "Wuliang Sword" Xizong Shuangqing Sect each accounted for half of their men and women, and several female disciples laughed sweetly. The tense and solemn atmosphere in the Martial Arts Hall was instantly wiped out.

"Brother Tai said this wrong." Duan Yu, who was also smirking, interrupted, as if he did not feel the tension just now. "'The saint has the power to see the world, and imitates the description of it, which is suitable for the object, so it is called the image.' But the saint's intention is invisible? The Master said: 'Let's say it to be full of his words.' If you don't say it, they will never know who you are, and there is no way to imagine."

Duan Yu shook his head and told a long story in "Yi Zhuan·Xi Ci Zhuan". However, most of the people here are not proficient in literature and ink, but few of them can truly understand it.

"This brother Duan's words make some sense. If I don't say the name, killing you will make you feel unwilling and you can't even say the name of your enemy. Listen, my name is..." Wei Ran said seriously, as if he had already determined that he was the strong side, and he deliberately paused in the middle. "Wei Ran, my name is Wei Ran, I don't know if you know my name."

Zuo Zimu almost vomited blood. Wei Ran pondered for a long time. He thought he would say a loud name, but he didn't expect it to be just a very ordinary name.

"Wei Ran? Is it the white-clothed sword saint who is circulating in the world recently?" said a guest from the west.

"Sword Saint in White!?"

"Eternal Eternal Medicine!"

In the martial arts hall, there was an uproar, with surprise, confusion, and fanaticism in their eyes. They all stood up, with a faint commotion.

Only Duan Yu looked at the people around him in a daze, turned around and asked Ma Wude beside him, "Brother Ma Wu, why are they?"

"Honest Master Duan hasn't heard of the immortal medicine that has been rumored in the world recently?" Ma Wude looked at Duan Yu in confusion.

"I heard from my father, but what does it have to do with this brother?"

"The Immortal Medicine was first appeared on the West Lake in Hangzhou in the Song Dynasty. A white-clothed 'immortal' gave a blood-red Immortal Medicine to a poet of the Song Dynasty - Su Shi. After taking the Immortal Medicine, Su Shi immediately returned to his old age and turned from an old man to a prime minister." Ma Wude sighed and yearned for his longing, "The name of the 'imortal' is just the name given by those ordinary people, but the Immortal Medicine is

It really exists, and the white-clothed "Immortal" is the white-clothed sword saint who is slightly famous in the northern martial arts world of Song State. The white-clothed sword saint was wearing white clothes. It is said that all the people he killed were injured by swords, but there was no blood in his white clothes, and he was not seen carrying a sword. And his name is - Wei Ran. If this guy is really the white-clothed sword saint, I am afraid he will be in trouble, and the Yunnan martial arts world will soon cause bloody storms." Ma Wude sighed.

"The name may be the same. The character is wearing white clothes, while this brother is in blue clothes." Even if he is not familiar with the secular Duan Yu, he felt the solemn atmosphere in the martial arts hall, and the murderous intent. Wei Ran, who could not bear to dress up as a scholar, died and defended him.

After Zuo Zimu posted his name in Wei Ran, he was angry and didn't think much about it.

Now after a guest reminded me, I completely thought about it.

"You are the white-clothed sword saint who was rumored by Song State - Wei Ran?"

"If there is no second sword saint in the white clothes in the world, then I will be said." Wei Ran admitted.

"Haha, I didn't expect that many people in the martial arts world could not find the sword saint in white who could not find even if they dig three feet into the ground. Do you know that you have become a popular commodity now and will cause disasters wherever you go." Zuo Zimu didn't expect that Wei Ran would admit his identity directly, and said with a gloating tone, looking at Wei Ran eagerly.

"What? Master Zuo wants to be unfavorable to me?"

"Hmph! Not only do I want to be bad for you, I'm afraid that everyone in this martial arts hall wants to be bad for you." Zuo Zimu sneered.

"Zengzhu Zuo doesn't have to talk nonsense to him, let him hand over the immortal medicine." A guest in the west couldn't help but said impatiently.

"Does there really be an immortal medicine on you?" Zuo Zimu asked coldly.

"If I say no, will Master Zuo believe it?" Wei Ran teased.

"Catch you and you will know everything." Zuo Zimu sneered and turned around and shouted, "Everyone here, the white-clothed swordsman has great martial arts skills. Let's take action to capture him alive. There is a serving of the elixir of immortality."

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