The last brother of a famous Wulin house is also called a younger brother. This younger brother will gain more efforts from these famous houses to cultivate the metropolis into an outstanding figure.
Therefore, Li Dun can’t help but cheer up. This source must be well prepared to deal with it.
Li Dun said, "What are you doing here?"
Fang Yuan said, "I’ve come to ask this Li Zhichang Li Daochang to go back."
Li Dun flatly said, "No"
Fang Yuan honestly said, "What will it take?"
Hu Tiehua Avenue "If you can hurt this kid, you can take him away."
Fang Yuan said, "I’m so offended."
Others are well-behaved, and his sword is well-behaved, changing and honestly stabbing Li Dun.
This sword move is not just a sword, but three swords in a row have stabbed Li Dun in the same position, and each sword is three times faster than the previous one.
Li Dun is bleeding, of course. Is the bleeding part visible on his left shoulder? Is this the source of love? If he doesn’t show mercy, this sword stab is his heart.
Li Dun naturally has no face to stay here and go away in anger.
But no one knows whether he really went.
Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Master Hu, I’m going to take Li Daochang away now. After all, you can’t stop me now."
Hu Tiehua said, "What a rule, Iron Sword Gate. Are we poisoning you?"
Fang Yuan said, "No, I’m guessing. If Master Hu has nothing to do, Li Dun will be able to lie down and go out."
Hu Tiehua sighed, "You really respect me."
Fang Yuan primly said, "My teacher said that in today’s world, there are not many experts in his eyes, but Master Hu is a middle school student."
Hu Tiehua laughed. "This flattery is good and I can’t stop you. It seems that you can take him away."
Fang Yuan said, "Exactly."
Hu Tiehua said coldly, "But you don’t know one thing, that is, if you want to take this person away, you have to wait until my khufu is dead."
Fang Yuan sighed, "That’s so offensive."
He’s going to pull out his own sword again to deal with Hu Tiehua, but this time he’ll never stab him in the shoulder but in his heart.
But suddenly the modest smile on his face froze because he felt a deep chill.
His long and powerful palm still clung to the hilt, and when he slowly turned around, he saw a man with a thin body like a bamboo pole and surprisingly wide shoulders, and the sun was shining outside.
Sunshine, like a piece of ice, does not melt at all.
With a black bamboo pole on his back, he exposed a worn bamboo hat with a low-pressure eyebrow to the left half of his eyes and stared at the young man like a cone, word by word, "You are Fang Yuan, the best young swordsman in Iron Sword Gate."
Fang Yuan slowly said "exactly"
One-armed man coldly said, "Come here and let me kill you."
Chapter seventy-seven One-armed swordsman
The hat suddenly flew to the gate and was deeply embedded in the wall of the pub
Then Fang Yuan saw a one-armed face, like a butcher’s meat case, and a cross-shaped scar on his right eye, which sealed the eye like an iron cangue, but made his other eye even colder.
He couldn’t help sweating because he remembered who the one-armed man was.
He swallowed and said, "Are you the one-armed man who won Lien Chan with 13 swordsmen from seven factions as soon as he debuted?"
One-armed humanity "since you recognize it, draw your sword. Remember that this is the last time you draw your sword in your life."
Fang Yuan said, "I give up"