Chapter 115 Yan Chixia and Xiahou Swordsman

"Ah!" With a roar, just as soon as Ning Caichen entered the Lanruo Temple, the two figures fell from the sky and fought together quickly.

"Who is it?" Yiye Zhiqiu protected Ning Caichen behind him and pulled out a sword.

"Ding, Ding, Ding." The figure falling from the sky did not answer Yiye Zhiqiu's words, but fought together with swords.

One of the two swordsmen was dressed in black and wore a golden armor. The other is a 40-50-year-old middle-aged man with a thick beard on his face.

In this way, the two kept fighting as if no one was big, and their bodies were like ghosts, quickly changing their orientation.

"Drink!" After fighting for a while, the two roared at the same time and flew up together. After the two figures crossed, the bearded and the swordsman in black faced each other and stood in the abandoned garden of Lanruo Temple, holding their swords against each other.

"I said you can't! Now believe it!" After saying this, the beard looked at the swordsman in black with a unwilling face with blood on his arm, and then laughed, "Brother Xiahou, you and I have fought for seven years and have lost for seven years. You are really patient! Wherever I hide, you will chase me, and even in this gloomy Lanruo Temple, you will find it!"

The swordsman in black glanced at Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Caichen, who were hiding on one side, and then said to Yan Chixia, "Yan Chixia, I didn't expect that you just stayed here for one night and sharpened your sword to sharpen!"

"No." After hearing this, Yan Chixia denied it, "The reason why I am better than you is that you are wasting your time all day long, too ambitious and not want to make progress. For the false reputation of the world's first sword in my hand, it is too sharp and unscrupulous. The magic is uncertain, the dry fire is too big, the sword is fast but not accurate, and the sword is panic but not fierce. Even if I let you win a trick and a half, you won't be a climate.

"You..." After hearing Yan Chixia's words, Xiahou Jian trembled politely and said angrily, "I'm here to compete with you, not to listen to your reasoning. Don't pretend to me. I don't believe I can't beat you."

Looking at the two swordsmen in front of him, Ning Caichen, who was hiding behind the stone lion, asked in a low voice to Ye Zhiqiu with a curious face: "These two people seem to be very powerful! The bearded man actually said that he was the first swordsman in the world! Zhiqiu, do you know what their origins are?

Ye Zhiqiu, who was lying on the stone lion to watch the play, said without looking back when he heard it; "Not long after I went down the mountain, how could I know about these mortals!" And I'm a mage, and all four are empty. I don't care what he is first!"

Yan Chixia looked at the unwilling swordsman Xiahou swordsman and said with a smile, "Brother Xiahou, I advise you to practice hard after you go back and don't chase me. Because only in this way will you have the hope of winning me in your next life. As for this life! Hey, there's no chance to sing."

"Hmm! There are a series of nonsense. This time it's just for you to win half a move. I will definitely win it next time. After saying that, Xiahou swordsman inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and then turned around and left.

"Go back and practice. If you want to beat me, you can only talk about it in your next life!" Yan Chixia looked at the departing Xiahou swordsman with a smile and answered loudly.

After hearing Yan Chixia's words, Xiahou swordsman paused and then quickly disappeared into everyone's sight.

Seeing that the Xiahou swordsman really left, his bearded eyes turned and shouted at Ning Caichen, who were hiding behind the stone lion; "Who are you? Come out, I see you."

Hearing this, Yiye Zhiqiu pulled Ning Caichen out, and then said to Yan Chixia, "I'm a Kunlun Mountain Warlock. Yiye Zhiqiu. We came here to stay for free."

"Jianghu Warlock!" Yan Chixia looked at Yiye Zhiqiu, nodded and said, "Since you are a warlock, come in, but I said in front of you. There are a lot of demons and ghosts here. I'm afraid there will be dirty things coming out at night to harm people."

"Dirty things!" Hearing this, Yiye Zhiqiu smiled disdainfully and said, "I learn spells to kill demons. If they dare to come out and harm people at night, I will definitely accept them."

"I hope you're not talking big, otherwise you won't know how you died." Yan Chixia looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a proud face, then got up and jumped directly into the room on the second floor.

Ning Caichen looked at the desolate temple and whispered to Zhiqiu beside him, "Brother! It's really gloomy here! And you are injured now, why don't we change to another place?"

"What are you afraid of! I can't beat the county magistrate because he is just a human. I have been practicing in Kunlun Mountain for many years, and these ghosts are by no means my opponents. With this, Yiye Zhiqiu grabbed Ning Caichen in his hand and then strode into the room facing the door.

"Wow! It's so clean here, and I don't know who cleaned it up!" After putting down Ning Caichen in his hand, Yiye Zhiqiu followed the light outside the window and said strangely to the clean room.

"Yes! It seems that someone has lived here! Look, even the charcoal for the fire is ready!" Ning Caichen looked at the wood sorted on the ground and agreed.

Ye Zhiqiu sat on the ground with his buttocks, taking off his armor to check the wound on his chest while complaining; "Alas! After a tiring day, I didn't get it, but I was slashed! I'm really unlucky to get home today!" After saying this, Yiye Zhiqiu suddenly stretched out his palm and stopped Ning Caichen, who wanted to lie beside him.

"What are you doing!" Ning Caichen, who had been walking all day, asked with a tired face after seeing Yiye Zhiqiu's movements.

Ye Zhiqiu grabbed the bamboo basket on Ning Caichen's body, then pointed to the room beside him and said in an irresistible tone: "I made a deal first. I don't have the hobby of sleeping in the same room with a man. I think you'd better sleep next door, which will be better for our reputation."

"I'm going to go by yourself. I've been carrying you all afternoon, and I don't have any strength." Ning Caichen said, untied the rope tied to the bamboo basket, and then fell to the ground.

"If you don't leave, I'm really afraid of you!" Yiye Zhiqiu looked at the motionless Ning Caichen, put the bamboo basket aside, and then walked to the next room.

"Hey, hey! You really left! It's not safe here! What should I do if it's really haunted? Watching Yiye Zhiqiu walk out of the door quickly, Ning Caichen sat up and shouted.

After coming to the next room, he did not clean up the ground, but lay directly on the ground like this, saying vaguely, "You scholars who read sages are the most shameless! Well, for the sake of my own reputation, when there is a ghost, you just need to call me loudly and don't come here casually when you sleep.

Ning Caichen listened and shook his head helplessly, and then took out an oil lamp from the bamboo basket. After lighting the oil lamp, Ning Caichen lay on the ground, and then the oil lamp lit up, looking at the books he carried with him to prepare for the exam in Beijing.