Chapter 187 Cang Ling Sword Discussion (Part 2)

() When Feng Bujue walked alone to the place where Bai Dian was killed in the opening cg, the system voice immediately rang in his ears. Brother Jue naturally understood that he had entered the sight of a certain NPC, and the voice prompt was indirect proof.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue lowered his head to Bai Dian's body, and the moonlight illuminated the corpse's terrifying face particularly clearly.

"Senior, if I pretend not to know that you are hiding nearby, will you just let me pass?" Feng Bujue suddenly said, his voice was low, but he was obviously not talking to himself. His tone was neither condescending nor arrogant, but he was quite polite when addressing the other person.

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

Feng Bujue smiled and mocked, "Can't I just be lying to you?"

The voice fell silent and made no answer.

"When I came here, I found a corpse lying on the ground. The deceased was injured by a hidden weapon, and the wound was on the back of the neck. At a superficial level, this trauma alone is fatal, and it was most likely caused by a sneak attack. The murderer< Using only a bamboo stick shows its deep inner strength." Feng Bujue continued, "So, I said this to test whether the murderer is still nearby. Is it reasonable?"

The old man transmitted the message again: "Then how do you know that this old man is your senior?"

"It's very simple. I'm still young, and most of the people in the world are my seniors." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "What's more, senior, your method of killing people with bamboo sticks is completely unlike the techniques that young people would use. It's not profound. This technique is simply not possible with my skills.”

In fact, Feng Bujue has been talking nonsense so far. He is just using the information obtained from the opening CG to deal with this NPC.

"Hmph... you are deceiving me or not... nothing has changed." The old man replied; "Go back." He still said this. It's the same sentence Yumian Tanhua heard before she died.

"Can I ask. What kind of people are qualified to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.

The other party's answer was just two words: "Master."

"Isn't this dead man at my feet a master?"

"Yes, but he is from the imperial court." The old man paused; "So not only can he not pass, he must also die."

"I'm not from the imperial court, and I'm considered an expert." Feng Bujue said, "So, I should be able to pass, right?"

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

suddenly. A figure flashed out from the forest, and an old man in blue robe appeared a few feet in front of Feng Bujue.

This old man looked to be around seventy years old. His hair and beard were all white, but his back was straight. His face was not kind, but he didn't look like a villain either: "Little brother, let your accomplices come out too. "

Feng Bujue pretended to be stupid and said, "What accomplice?"

"I'm not as smart as you, nor am I interested in deceiving you." The old man added, "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 saw that the matter was revealed. He simply turned around and shouted: "Come out, everyone, we've been discovered."

Xiaotan and the four of them walked out of the forest one after another. Beiling was still holding an MP5 in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old man, always ready to fire. Since he didn't know what it was, the old man didn't pay attention.

"By the way, they are all masters." Feng Bujue's tone really didn't sound like he was lying.

"Ha...Although I am old, I am not dazzled yet. Your steps, body movements, breath, etc. when you walk..." The old man shook his head and smiled: "You little brats... don't know martial arts at all, right? ?" He was still very confident in this judgment, so he showed up boldly, "Go back, today's Cangling Town is not a place you should go to, even a veteran who has been in the world for decades can't guarantee it. Stay alive until the night of the duel."

"Senior, we are going to duel, not to participate in a duel. Those 'veterans' who like to hold warm-up matches in the town are their business. They can engage in cage fighting. Isn't it okay if we don't get involved?" Feng Bubu said Jue said.

The other party didn't understand most of his words. The old man was stunned for a few seconds and replied: "Haha... you really don't understand anything. How can the affairs of Jianghu be as simple and naive as you think. He took a few steps forward and came to Feng Bujue. He looked at the slightly thin Brother Jue and said, "Besides, with your body and bones, I'm afraid you can't even beat a street performer in a duel with a sword god." That’s it, what else can you do?”

"I've already said that I'm a master, why don't you believe me, senior?" Feng Bujue replied.

The old man's expression seemed to say, you kid is unreasonable. He shook his head: "Then tell me your name and let me hear it." He pointed to the corpse on the ground: "If you are not as good as this jade-faced Tanhua, Xiang, go back as soon as possible and don’t embarrass yourself here.”

Feng Bujue smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly: "Humph..." Here comes his strength: "I am... punching Guangdong and Guangxi, kicking Suzhou and Hangzhou, destroying the Three Qin Dynasties with swords, suppressing the North of Saibei with anger, and bloodbathing Japan without leaving a trace. Okay, the invincible opponent in the Central Plains, known as the unpredictable madman... the master of Pojian Tea House, Feng Bujue." After saying this shamelessly, he was still not satisfied, so he reported his poem number by the way, "Thanks to Jianghu. To express my love, I gave you a poem - Smiling as thousands of armies are defeated, deciding the cause and effect of the universe. I don’t care about life and death, and I am neither a ghost nor a god, like a crazy devil."

The old man was shocked at that time. Firstly, he had never heard of an organization like Broken Sword Tea House, and secondly, he had never heard of Feng Bujue. However, the long list of names of the other party does not sound like they were made up. Anyway, if it were the old man himself, he would not be able to make it up even to death.

"You..." The old man was speechless for a moment. He was quite sure that the martial arts of the five people on the other side were very poor, or even non-existent, but he was a little shaken by Feng Bujue's deception.

Also shocked was Young Master Atobu. He originally thought that Feng Bujue would casually mention a common nickname in martial arts novels, but he didn't expect that this guy would start a long paragraph with his mouth open, and the content would be astonishing. He was very similar to this guy. At first glance, the "Jade Face Tanhua" is simply a scumbag.

"Oh, by the way, haven't you asked me your senior's name yet?" Feng Bujue said, cupping his fists and cupping his hands.

"I'm just a servant, and my name is not worth mentioning." The old man replied. At this time, he came to his senses and said: "Little brother, you are really smart and eloquent, but a master can't It’s not blown out.”

"I understand, I still don't believe you, senior." Feng Bujue said, "I'm going to show you my hands right now." At this moment, what he was thinking about was: Old man... If it weren't for your appearance, it was closely related to the main plot. I won't waste my time talking to you. If you insist on not letting me go, I can only treat you with bullets...

Feng Bujue took half a step back, "Senior, how about you take a move from me?"

"Not just one move, but ten moves and hundreds of moves..." The old man didn't finish his words.

Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and activated his title skill. The skill type he chose was fighting.

Feng Bujue knew that he could definitely use something, but he didn't know what he would use...

The old man saw that Feng Bujue was about to attack him, so he didn't dare to make excuses. No one could guarantee whether the young man was hiding his inner strength and preparing to pretend to be a pig or eat a tiger...

The old man mobilized his seven powers and raised his palms to greet him.

With a snap, Feng Bujue exchanged palms with the opponent, and then took five or six steps back. Only he knew that in that moment, he lost as much as 0% of his survival value. Fortunately, the old man just used his palm. It's just a defense, without the power to push forward, otherwise Feng Bujue would be in danger.

"This..." Although the old man stood there without moving a step, he showed a look of surprise. His palm was now red, burning like an iron brand.

"Did you activate a fire attribute skill... You're lucky." Feng Bujue thought to himself, but on the surface he seemed very calm: "It's a small trick, but it's embarrassing."

The old man put his hands behind his back: "Well... I didn't expect that I would lose my sight today." He stepped aside and said, "Please invite some young heroes."

"Eh? Senior, why don't you try the martial arts of my companions?" Feng Bujue pointed at the young master of Jibu: "That sissy of yours, you look very weak."

"Hey!" Atobe expressed strong dissatisfaction with this guy's behavior of betraying his teammates.

The old man just pretended that he didn't hear the second half of Feng Bujue's words, and replied calmly: "No need, these four must be by no means ordinary people. Feng Lao Master, please." He even changed the way of addressing him. .

"This old man seems to have been restrained by me. His skills just now were super strong..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "No wonder he used up 300 points of physical energy and 30 points of spiritual power."

"Thank you, senior." Feng Bujue said while winking at his teammates so that they could start walking.

After the five people walked away along the path, the old man raised his palms in front of his eyes and muttered: "Master of Broken Sword Tea House, huh... This kid is full of nonsense, but his attacks are really powerful." He adjusted his breath, as if he was thinking Suppressing the pain in his hands: "If he were a strong man in his forties, the palm just now would be nothing. It was nothing more than the palm power of a boy who had worked hard for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties. He can For such a palm strike, there is no other explanation except the innate pure Yang internal power...

Ha... I don’t know when so many powerful characters appeared in the world again. The number of experts and strangers attracted by this duel, Master, is far beyond expectations in terms of skill and number..." (To be completed.) Continued)