After saying that, he winked at Mr. Li. Li Wu turned around and went back to the house, took off the white jade flute that stood in the middle of the two white poles, and threw it over with all his strength.

Seeing the wooden flute coming at a rapid pace, Qingqing did not dare to catch it forcefully and hurriedly stepped aside.

Just listen to the "clang" sound of the wooden flute inserted into the ground, the head of the flute is held high, splashing several piles of flying earth and rocks. When he pulls it out with force, the wooden flute does not move at all. So Qingqing uses his hands and feet to pull his body back violently, only to hear "

Ah!" With a cry, the wooden flute immediately lifted off the ground, rolling Qingqing and pulling her butt upwards.

The jade flute was stained with soil, but it was still bright and unscathed.

By the time he got up in disgrace, Nan Xiao and Li Wu had already turned their backs and gone back to the house. Qingqing shouted loudly: "Master Nan!"

Nan Xiao stood still.

Suddenly a hint of murderous aura emerged, and the sleeves on one side of the white robe were puffed up by the evening breeze. There was only a "crush" sound and a shadow flew. Before Qing Qing could react, a faint golden light flashed in front of his eyes.

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Qingqing only felt that half of her hair was burning hot. She didn't know what kind of sharp object was brushed against her face. It suddenly stopped behind her and stopped silently. When she turned around, she saw Master Zihua's short body covered in pink clothes, holding it firmly in her hand.

There is a long golden needle stuck in it.

After feeling a cold sweat, he felt like he was drooling. Qingqing thought, if the golden needle had hit her, it would have passed through her body and she would have been dead.

"Tomorrow morning." Head Nan Xiao didn't even look back. He flashed in white clothes behind the house, and Li Wu closed the door with a "snap".

Carefully, Qingqing slowly walked back to his aunt. I remember that it was mentioned in the Unofficial History of the Southern Forest that every time the head of the house, the beggar woman, had a duel with someone, she would stab a sinister tree in the courtyard, wall, or even the bed in advance.

The golden needle came. Zi Hua held the sharp and shining golden needle, shook his head, took a deep breath, and walked back to the dense forest with Qing Qing.

Under the shadow of the trees and the moonlight, Zi Hua pressed Qing Qing's brow point and continuously restored her internal energy into her body; while frowning, he wanted to think of countermeasures in his heart, but he was in a mess.

"How sure are you, Master, of winning?" Heng Shen stared at the evil golden needle and asked silently.

"Half and half."

"Disciple has a way." Heng Shen suddenly stood up and straightened his clothes, "I am 100% sure of winning tomorrow."

The black jade is covered with broken rain, and the clouds and sun are flowing over the cold river.

The reflections of dead leaves fell quietly in the pond. Qingqing followed a group of senior sisters and stepped on the solid hidden line water network of Xuantan Lake again. Nan Xiao came alone from the other side of the pond, and Nan Jianing followed from a distance.

Behind him, seeing Zi Hua alone, Head Nan asked in a cold voice: "Why is it not your senior brother who is here?"

"The master has been away for a long time, so there must be no one in the mountains." Zi Hua's iron brush is in hand, and his petite body exudes an incompatible maturity.

Nan Xiao shook her head: "The people here are all little girls, I won't fight with the juniors!"

Hearing Nan Xiao's words, the sisters were stunned. When they were hesitating, they suddenly heard what seemed to be a high surge on the side of the pool. Amidst the sound of running footsteps, a loud shout came from a distance:

"I'm here to compete with the leader!"

As the galloping footsteps got closer and closer, Nan Xiao and Linghu sisters turned around one after another. They saw Linghu Heng Shen Qingpao stepping forward, striding like a star, stepping on the junction of the hidden lines step by step, as if walking on his feet.

He came running as fast as the wind from the flat ground. Nan Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your surname is Linghu too? How old are you?"

"Junior Ye Pingmen ordered Hu Hengshen to ask Master Nan to give me some advice." After saying this, he suddenly stood up and walked towards Nan Xiao: "The master is unwilling to take action with the disciple's aunts and sisters.

, I’m afraid what I’m really worried about is that the ‘Bone-Engraving Silver Hook’ was passed on to more than just one person, right?”

Nan Xiao's face suddenly darkened, and he glared angrily. Before he could speak, Heng Shen continued:

"This disciple grew up in Yepingshan. Ten years ago before Hua Chu, I had never seen the skills of the calligrapher aunt."

After listening, Master Nan's face was still filled with a haze, a burst of rain and snow, and he remained silent. Only the sound of quiet breathing could be heard in the air. After a long while, Nan Xiao took out his white hair: "Since I am a child of Ziqi sect,

I’ll give you some face—come and compare notes with me!”

"Heng Shen!" Zi Hua couldn't help shouting when he heard this. Is this a 100% guarantee of victory? He is just a young boy who has not yet become a weakling. How can he fight against Nanxiao, one of the four weapons! Unexpectedly, Heng

Shen just turned around, a few strands of hair flying in the wind:

"Sister, please tell Master that although I made mistakes, I have a clear conscience."

After the words fell, several chess pieces were secretly placed in the palm of his hand, hidden in the looming green sleeves. Nan Xiao made a move of "Thunder Falling from Heaven", with Bai Chi lying in front of him: "Tell me, little kid, I want to play with you."

What are you trying to compete with me?"

Heng Shen tightened his grip on the chess piece in his hand, closed his eyes, and shook his head lightly. "The master's skills are unparalleled in the world. Regardless of internal strength or moves, the disciples cannot compare. But there is only one thing, the disciple will win without a doubt."

The head of Bai Chi hit the hidden line with a "bang", pulling the thick figure of Nan Xiao leader several feet long.

"Master, the master, has been away from the mountain for more than a few months, but the master has refused to inform him of his whereabouts." Heng Shen said unhurriedly, "If the disciple guesses correctly, it will be regarded as the victory of Lirong Mountain. How about that?" Nan Xiao Heng

Standing in Jiang, his fingers trembled slightly.

The footsteps of tap, tap, tap vibrated above the hidden line, and the river water swept up, but the footsteps remained unmoved.

Heng Shen rolled up his sleeves to salute, leaned down, and whispered something in front of Head Nan.

At the moment when the fierce light suddenly appeared, there was a sharp sound of piercing. Qingqing saw that his senior brother was facing away from him, but a bright red blood flower bloomed on his back. Then the jade stick

The glistening white hair broke through the body and went straight out from behind Heng Shen. The white hair was covered with blood and suddenly jumped into the sky like an arrow from a string.

A wave suddenly hit, and the rare and rare hairpin was suddenly swept away by the high surging water.

Large areas of crimson residual blood were stained on the silk threads of the green clothes. Heng Shen's eyes widened, and a large mouthful of blood foam came to the corner of his mouth. Head Nan flicked his clothes, ignoring Heng Shen's struggling to cover his chest, and turned around

Then he walked toward the shallower part of the pool. Zi Hua panicked and hurried forward to save him, but there was no time.
Chapter completed!