"So majestic, Su Hanshan, come on, try it on me!"
The extremely slovenly beggar appeared out of thin air in the ruins in front of the Qianjin Building. He stood on a piece of gravel and raised his head to look at Wang Tian. ( ,. .
Such a person, no matter how you look at it, will never get along with a master.
But he just stood up carelessly, grinned, and looked at the sword god in the sky.
Call him by his name, Su Hanshan!
Who is Su Hanshan... Probably every warrior in the imperial capital Yancheng has heard of his name.
When he was very young, his elders told him over and over again about his deeds.
He is the pride of the Yanwu Dynasty. He is an existence living in myths and legends. He is like thunder, but few people have seen his true form.
But the moment he appeared, with a sword in his arms and a raised brow, he scared off the Blood Eagle Legion.
There is no need to guess his identity. Apart from the Sword God Su Hanshan, there is no one in Yancheng, the imperial capital, who has such strength.
Many people have seen his portrait.
But when he saw his true appearance, he didn't dare to shout out in surprise because he was afraid of blaspheming this person.
Especially the regular customers are already extremely excited, and their blood boils after just seeing it once. Many people have even knelt down to worship him, just because he is the Sword God Su Hanshan!
I thought that after he appeared, the eldest prince's wedding would definitely be guaranteed.
But who would have known that a beggar would appear out of nowhere and call him by his first name, carefree and without any fear.
"Who is this... beggar? He dares to call the Sword God by his name. Why don't you give up your life?"
"Damn it, you are simply blaspheming the Sword God!"
Some people were puzzled and some were unconvinced, but Su Hanshan did not take action.
He once said, whoever dares to take a step forward, in an instant, no one dares to move. The entire Blood Eagle Legion was forced to retreat by his glance, but when the beggar appeared, Su Hanshan made no move.
It was so weird that it immediately aroused people's speculation.
On the roof of Qianjin Tower, Xiao Chen, who was already a little desperate, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope when he saw the beggar uncle appear.
But then, it felt incredible and too shocking.
Opposite is Su Hanshan, the sword god Su Hanshan! What confidence does this uncle beggar have to dare to stand up
"Are you coming to join in the excitement?"
But something even more incredible happened. Su Hanshan actually attacked the beggar every time. The attitude between the words turned out to be a tone of talking between peers, and the situation exploded instantly.
This beggar is actually an old friend of Su Hanshan!
"You can join in, but I can't. Haha, in terms of connection, I am more involved than you. I didn't want to 'meddle' in this matter, but you came out regardless of your identity. If I don't show up, it would be too much. A little bit heartless.”
The uncle beggar stretched out his hands, covered his face and pushed back his messy hair.
He showed a dirty face, but the smile on his face was clean and pure. It makes people feel at ease, like the spring breeze blowing on their face, and they can't believe it is the smile of a beggar.
Xiao Chen was shocked when he saw this scene, and his face changed slightly.
This smile!
When I saw this beggar for the first time, I felt that his smile was familiar and particularly clean.
But I couldn't think much about it at the time. Today, I see that smile again in this scene.
A name suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's mind, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"Do you know who he is?" Chu Chaoyun, who was opposite him, noticed the strange look on Xiao Chen's face and asked in a deep voice.
Xiao Chen nodded: "I know, if I guess correctly, I come from the same place as you and me."
"Kunlun?"
"Um."
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Chu Chaoyun's eyes. He looked at the beggar uncle and couldn't believe that he was the person Xiao Chen mentioned.
"A hundred years ago, I couldn't beat you, and I probably still can't beat you now. What do you want, tell me?"
Su Hanshan looked indifferent and said in a calm tone.
"That's not necessarily the case. I have made no progress in the past hundred years. You can draw your sword and give it a try."
The beggar uncle, still smiling, said softly.
Wow!
There was an uproar in the crowd, and many people were directly confused by Su Hanshan's words.
It turned out that not only were they old acquaintances, but a hundred years ago, the two had fought against each other, and Su Hanhan did not win!
"It's him!"
"I know who he is, it's Spring Snow Swordsman Panhuang!"
A swordsman present connected Su Hanshan's words and guessed the identity of the beggar uncle.
'Spring' Snow Swordsman - Panhuang!
This is another myth, a swordsman who is so powerful that he has already faded out of everyone’s sight.
Regarding his deeds, they are no better than Su Hanshan, and they are even more legendary!
Who would have thought that the eldest prince's gift would first lead to a fight between the Liyuan Hundred Immortals and the Qinglian Sword Immortal.
Now it's even more exaggerated. Two characters from myths and legends appear at the same time.
Previously, Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun acted out a sword fight, but reality soon unfolded.
Su Hanshan, the best person in the art of swordsmanship, and Panhuang, the best person in the art of swordsmanship, the duel between the two is exciting just thinking about it.
But everyone knew very well that Su Hanshan and Panhuang would definitely not fight each other.
Even if they fight, they will not fight in public in the imperial capital Yancheng.
But Panhuang's words, "You can draw the sword and try it," still make people look forward to it. What if he really draws the sword
Su Hanshan stared at Panhuang and said in a deep voice: "It's not necessary. Either I don't pull it out. Once I pull it out, it won't matter whether it's life or death."
Panhuang smiled faintly and said: "Su Hanhan, it seems that you really don't need to draw your sword. Didn't you see the sword fight between the two lucky guys just now? The fight was not about victory or defeat, not about honor and disgrace, but about destiny in the world of mortals. "
Su Hanshan's expression was indifferent: "You have your way, I have mine, and the sword will always be revered in my heart. My heart towards the sword has never changed, and it will not change in a thousand or ten thousand years." "
Uncle Beggar was no longer trying to persuade Su Hanhan, but said in a deep voice: "Okay, then I won't talk nonsense to you. You and I don't have to make the decision about this gift, let her make the decision!"
Pan Huang stretched out his hand and pointed at Master Linglong on the Hong Bridge in the horizon.
The eldest prince Wang Fei's face changed slightly and he said: "No, this is my wedding, I don't allow others to make the decision for me!"
"Do you have the right to speak? You can't even come here, so get out!"
The beggar uncle shouted angrily. He was always cynical and smiling. This was the first time Xiao Chen saw him angry.
There seemed to be a glint of sword in his eyes, which flashed away.
With a cold glance, the Shence Camp army was struck by a knife at the same time and flew hundreds of miles away.
In an instant, Wang Fei was surrounded by a sea of people. When he looked up, he was left alone riding on the fire unicorn.
The army that had been surrounding him just now was swept away like rubbish.
With a flash of fear in his eyes, Wang Fei was frightened and wanted to check where he was injured.
But looking at the beggar uncle's eyes, he didn't dare to do anything rashly.
Su Hanshan had no expression on his face and turned a deaf ear to everything. He groaned for a moment and then looked at Linglong and said, "You make the decision."
Whoosh!
After receiving the approval, Linglong fell directly in front of Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun without looking at Wang Fei.
He glanced at the veiled woman coldly, then looked at Xiao Chen, and said with a trembling voice: "Master Xiao... that ice coffin in the sky... "
Xiao Chen didn't say much, just nodded silently.
boom!
In an instant, Linglong felt like she was struck by thunder and lost her soul. This was indeed the worst outcome.
"Linglong, listen to me. The person is dead, so don't think too much about it. Since it's up to you to make the decision now, just agree to the eldest prince. In the future, when he ascends the throne and becomes the Flame Emperor, you will be..."
The veiled woman seizes the opportunity to win over Linglong and make the right decision for her.
Bang!
But after finishing speaking, a dagger flew out of her exquisite sleeves. The moment the veiled woman opened her mouth, a sword pierced her mouth.
"You promised me to protect his life."
Linglong's face was as frosty as she looked at the veiled woman coldly, with no trace of pity in her eyes.
Xiao Chen looked at the dead veiled woman, removed the knife from her neck, and said in a deep voice: "Master Linglong, my nephew is already dead, but the beggar uncle brought him An ice coffin can keep his soul alive, and maybe one day he will wake up."
"I want to leave here with him, can you take me away?" Linglong's voice was tired, and there was no sadness or pain in her eyes, but it made people feel even more distressed.
"Okay, I'll let Jinwu take you away."
In front of everyone's attention, Master Linglong flew into the sky, rode on the golden crow in the sky, and left with an ice coffin.
From beginning to end, he didn't even look at Wang Fei.
Wang Fei came up to Huo Qilin, his face turned red, and he felt as if he had been slapped and swollen.
He couldn't even compete with a dead man. On his wedding day, a dead man snatched his bride away.
This is definitely the biggest joke since the founding of the Yanwu Dynasty.