Wan Ge had already folded his arms, and said to Wan Ting displeasedly: "Hey, third junior brother, don't provoke me and my junior sister, I don't want to fight every day, don't I just hit the iron every day and help master entertain Do you entertain guests?"
"No wonder you smell of sweat all day long." Wan Ting raised her sleeve to cover her nose, and pulled the scenery back a few steps, looking very disgusted with Wan Pavilion.
Wan Ge couldn't help but raised his arm and sniffed the smell on his body. After finding that there was no smell of sweat, he said to Wan Ting with a bad face: "Sissy, do you want to fight again?"
"Fighting every now and then... This is not the way for a cultured person to solve problems. Second senior brother, I said a long time ago that you want to change your image of a reckless man. You can learn how to grow flowers from your senior brother, or learn from your junior sister." Learning how to embroider is better than being like a simple-minded, well-developed reckless brat with a sword all day long." Wan Ting's long speech actually defined Wan Ge's image as a brainless idiot.
Wan Ge frowned, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, he drew out the long sword from his waist, "Young girl, I think you really owe a lesson!"
After the words fell, he had already raised his sword.
Wan Ting easily jumped to the distance with light work, his toes lightly landed on the wooden railing on the other side, he calmly arranged his hair, and smiled at Wan Ge: "Second senior brother, you should try, you Can the Sansi sword touch a single hair of mine?"
Wan Pavilion let out a "hum", turned around, and attacked towards the place where Wan Pavilion was standing.
Standing alone, Jingfeng watched Wanting fly from here to there with superb lightness kung fu, and from there back to here again, and Wan Pavilion's sword was always within a hair's breadth of touching Wan's. Ting, but Wan Ge seems to be a person who never feels discouraged, he is still chasing after him vigorously.
This picture of you chasing me and running away has been seen many times, she can say the final result without thinking, unless Wan Ting wants Wan Ge to catch up, otherwise Wan Ge will definitely not touch Wan Ting Half point.
The lightness kung fu on the legs and feet, in this Tibetan Military Mansion, except for Xia Chao, no one can surpass Wanting.
Wan Ge and Wan Ting quarreled once every three days, and once every five days they had a big quarrel. It would be a strange thing if they didn't quarrel any day. Feng Feng didn't worry at all about who would hurt the other. If individuals are willing to fight, then let them fight.
Not long after, news of how the left-handed knife died came. According to the disciples of the Tibetan Army Mansion who came back to report, the left-handed knife did not have any external injuries. After looking at it, it was discovered that the knife in the left hand died of a ruptured heart.
The heart ruptured and died without any trauma on the whole body. This is a puzzling thing. The sudden death of the knife in the left hand does not have any evidence that it was done by a gangster, but everyone can be sure. This is indeed the work of the underworld, which makes people's hearts burst. This must be some kind of heresy martial arts, someone who practiced heresy kung fu, who is not a member of the underworld
Bai Dao has already died with his left-handed sword. In order to prevent such surprise attacks from happening again, the martial arts leader decided to entrust the Cangbing Mansion to protect Xiao Baishu. Of course, this is not because they cannot trust the strength of the silver flute scholar Xiao Baishu, it is just that the demon sect It has always been unscrupulous, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.