Deity of the Cursed Sword

After arguing with her good daughter, Chu Tian soon came to the front hall of Huashan.

As soon as I walked in, I saw three strange faces.

A fat man, a thin man, and one ... cross-eyed, how ugly it looks. The three were so aggressive that they were not good people at first sight.

Seeing Chu Tian appear, the three men's impatient faces finally showed a smile.

"The head of Huashan is finally back."

"Brother Chu, you are too good for us to wait."

"The shelf in charge is really big!"

The three said one by one, sneering at Chu Tian coldly. Standing on the other side, there is another person, this is a person familiar with Chutian, Songshan sent Lu Bai.

Chu Tian recalled the plot, which seemed to be the plot that Huashan Jianzong came to find the difference!

Sister, it's time to pretend again!

Chu Tian looked around for a few times. Seven or eight male disciples of Huashan were discussing with several people and were indignant. There were even a few people who scolded and shouted that the worship of Chu Tian was not fake.

Chu Tian strode forward and walked in front. Chu Lingshan around him is also a lot more clever at this time, to bring out the great image of his father.

"A few of you, are you juggling?" Chu Tian said slowly.

"Chu Tian! We do n’t know how to do secret things! At that time, your master stole the position of the head of Huashan by virtuous means. The means is really shameless. When the three of us left, you have n’t got started yet! I'm afraid it's still to be discussed. Today, I'm waiting for the order of the left master to come to justice, Chu Tian, ​​and quickly hand over the seat of the master! "One of them shouted loudly.

"Oh?"

Chu Tian blinked again pretendingly, and the folding fan shook gently, stunned.

Turning his head, Chu Tian said to Lu Bai: "Left head, does that really mean?"

Lu Bai shuddered violently, as if caught by some fierce beast, a coolness spread along his back. But after thinking about it, I still held back the fear in my heart and calmed down: "Yes, yes!"

"Good! Good! Good! Very good! I want to see—"

Chu Tian ’s pretending words were just half said, and pretending to be on the right track suddenly came from a distance with a more pretentious voice than Chu Tian ’s: “Huashan sent abandoners, what qualifications are rampant here, let me Huashan Send the kitchen guy Linghu Chong, I will meet you for a while! "

A disciple with a slightly greasy face, casual clothes, and an expressive face rushed over with a broomstick!

Turning around, Linghu Chong knelt in front of Chu Tian and said: "Tuer Linghu Chong, see the head!"

He was full of confidence and full of confidence.

... but Chu Tian's face is already ugly to die.

Paralyzed!

Lao Tzu is pretending to be here, are you actually rushing to hit the scene? At best, it's just a cook from the Huashan school. Where is your share of talking here!

It's almost death!

However, in order to show the gentleman's manner, Chu Tian still smiled lightly: "Chong'er, what are you doing, they are not something you can deal with, go on!"

Chu Tian didn't think that Linghu, who had been pitted by himself, had the strength to deal with the few people in front of him.

Unexpectedly, under the strong persuasion of Chu Tian, ​​Linghu Chong actually died without repentance. Raising his head and holding his chest, he said confidently: "Master! These few people, you don't need your hand at all, leave it to Tuer!"

Having finished speaking, Linghu Chong turned around, ignoring Chu Tian ’s opposition, and took one broom to kill one of them.

The broomstick shook violently, and Linghu Chong swiped at random twice. Although Chu Tian looked extremely scum, the man named Cheng Wuyou on the opposite side was already in chaos!

This is not any sword trick of the Huashan School, it is purely out of hand, never seen before. Cheng did not worry about the time, and did not know how to crack it. In a hurry, quickly draw a sword!

Delicate tricks are used from Cheng Wuyou's sword. As a successor of Jianzong, Cheng Wuyou's swordsmanship is extremely delicate. A splendid sword flower bloomed in front of the eyes, very complicated and fierce.

After decades of hard work on the sword move, it became a worry-free sword technique. If you only look at the tricks, even if you look at the entire martial arts, it will be ranked.

However, the opposite Linghu Chong is even more bizarre.

A big broom, flick left and wave right.

Without any rules, it does not belong to the Huashan swordsmanship, and it does not belong to any martial arts swordsmanship. However, they all attacked the weaknesses of Chengwuyou just right. Not long after Cheng Wuyou pulled out her sword, she was forced to defend.

Every time he wanted to attack again and recover his disadvantages, Linghu Chong can always launch an attack first, and it will become a worry-free flaw. Then, Cheng Buyou was forced to defend.

Ling Huchong constantly attacked, constantly attacked into a weak place without worry. There is always attack between moves, and no one is defensive. Cheng Bu was sweating anxiously, but unfortunately, he couldn't attack at all!

"Asshole!"

What a shame to lose in the hands of a junior! With a roar, Cheng Wuyou's sword moves suddenly sharply, sprinting towards Linghu.

Linghu squinted his eyes, whispered "Broken Sword", the broom turned upside down, and the bamboo pole on one side collided with Cheng Wucao's sword. A few times later, Linghu Chong's bamboo pole suddenly stretched forward, using the superior length of the length, banged into Cheng Wuyou's chest. Cheng Buyou stumbled backwards for several steps, his face shocked.

"You, what kind of swordsmanship are you!" Cheng did not worry.

"Humph! I call Wuzhaoshengyouzhao!" Linghu rushed to Cheng Wuyou and gave a thumbs-up with a mad face.

"You are not the Huashan swordsmanship!" Cheng Wuyou said.

"To deal with you, you don't need the Huashan swordsmanship!" Linghu Chong said proudly.

Turning around, Linghu walked toward Chutian with joy.

"Master! Tu'er--"

Linghu Chong was filled with joy.

Even said, the heart is surging.

Because this is the first time in his life that he is worried about his great gentleman sword master! Normally, I can only cook in the kitchen. This time, I was able to help the master to repel the enemy with my own hands.

How he looked forward to Chu Tian's words of appreciation!

However, Chu Tian ’s actions in front of him made Ling Hu Chong completely dull—

I saw the anger on Chu Tian's face. I was not excited by Linghu Chong's maintenance of the Huashan School. Chao Linghu rushed into the sky with a slap, and said fiercely: "Paralyzed! You little thief, he is still in harmony with Feng Qingyang."

The surging internal force directly blasted Linghu out of tens of meters and hit the wall of the front hall. Linghu Chong hit the wall fiercely, rolled several times in succession, and spit out blood, lying on the main hall !

Except for Chu Lingshan who snickered on the side, no one could understand why Chu Tian was suddenly in trouble!