Han Shilei laughed wildly, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pull Jiang Yueqin away. He actually regarded the tens of thousands of people present as nothing, which was extremely arrogant.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, an angry shout sounded, sharp and harsh, shocking people's hearts.
"Hoho? Someone actually dares to speak out?"
Han Shilei followed the sound and saw a gloomy-looking young man in brocade glaring at him, so he said coldly: "Boy, who are you? How dare you shout loudly in front of this young master? Are you tired of living? "
The young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "My name is Wang Shulang, and I am an outstanding disciple of the head of Huashan. If you take people away, you will take them away. Do you think I am nothing? After all, I am also a famous sect." Disciple, Miss Jiang is setting up a martial arts competition to recruit brides, and everyone can participate, how can you just sit back and enjoy the success and dominate the beauty?"
"Ah? What? King... weasel?"
Han Shilei remained arrogant, not even looking at Uncle Wang, and deliberately humiliated him by calling his name a weasel, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, a weasel pays New Year greetings to a chicken, and it's not a good idea.
Humph, do you think you can scare me away just by mentioning the name of a Huashan disciple? Let me tell you, even if Huashan leader Zhuo Buqun comes, I won’t be afraid! "
Although Xueguan, Zhang and others didn't like Han Shilei, they felt quite relieved when they saw him humiliating Wang Shulang like this, and couldn't help but laugh along with everyone.
When Jiang Yueqin saw Xue Wuhen's smile, she also giggled and smiled, making her even more beautiful and charming.
When he first saw Jiang Yueqin, Wang Shulang was shocked by her peerless beauty. He secretly vowed to get her, so he immediately went on stage to compete and won three or four games in a row, defeating all the competitors. Wang Shulang thought he would win. In sight, I can hold my beauty back.
Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred, and Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared on the way. Han Shilei, the young master of the Demon Sword Sect, actually came to join in the fun and forcefully wanted to take Jiang Yueqin away, and even used his name to mock and humiliate him. Wang Shulang couldn't help but burst into anger. He waved his long sword and shouted:
"Han Shilei, you've gone too far to bully others. Don't think that just because of the Demon Sword Sect's reputation, I'm afraid of you!
Let me tell you, others are afraid of you, but I, Uncle Wang, am not afraid of you. Today I want you to experience the power of Huashan Sword Technique! "
"Haha, you still dare to use a sword with me? You are so courageous!"
When Han Shilei saw Wang Shulang calling him a formation, he couldn't help but feel a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and coldly snorted: "Huashan's swordsmanship does have some reputation, but in front of me, it's still not good enough!"
While Han Shilei was talking, he moved forward quickly and even used his bare hands to grab Wang Shulang's sword.
"Oh, you are so arrogant!"
Uncle Wang scolded angrily, swiping his long sword diagonally, the sword light flying, forcing Han Shilei back, and coldly snorted: "Han Shilei, how dare you despise me?"
Han Shilei ignored him and struck out with a palm, cold light flew out, and there was an arc-shaped scimitar in his palm.
That scimitar is like a crescent moon, with a handle that shines with a faint cold light, and its sharp edge is clear. It is also like a death sickle that harvests life. It is frightening to look at it!
Han Shilei waved his big hand, and a sword shadow like a crescent moon flew out wildly. Wang Shulang raised his sword to block it, and the moon shadow disappeared sadly.
When he turned around, a crescent-shaped sword slashed at him silently, like a devil's sword of death. The cold air was so intense that Wang Shulang had no choice but to brace his sword to fight back.
Han Shilei's scimitar shot out without stopping, and slashed at Wang Shulang like a storm. The curved blade shadows rose into the sky, like crescent moons flying all over the sky, which was extremely dazzling and fantastic.
However, the sword energy was extremely sharp, and it actually cut slashes into the arena.
Jiang Yueqin, his daughter and Bi He were worried about being injured by the machete, so they quickly jumped off the stage to watch the battle.
It has to be said that Wang Shulang's Huashan swordsmanship is quite exquisite. A long sword comes and goes vertically and horizontally, the sword light lingers endlessly, and the dance is airtight. But when he met the young master of the Demon Sword Sect, he was restrained by Han Shilei's scimitar.
After fighting for twenty or thirty rounds, there was only a roar, and a blood arrow shot straight up into the sky, turning into a rain of blood and falling into the dust. Before people could figure out what was going on, they saw Wang Shulang running like a wolf with his buttocks covered with one hand. He ran away wildly, but he was limping, bleeding all over the ground, and seemed to be injured.
It turned out that during the fight, Uncle Wang was slashed in the buttocks by Han Shilei. The pain was unbearable. Wang Shulang knew that he could not defeat Han Shilei. Moreover, someone slashed him in the back, exposing most of his buttocks. Wang Shulang was so ashamed that he ran away. Go, everyone burst into laughter when they understood.
"Hmph, Huashan's swordsmanship is nothing more than that!"
After beating Uncle Wang away, Han Shilei snorted coldly, looked at Jiang Yueqin under the ring and said, "Beauty, come with me!"
Jiang Yueqin shook her head and said resolutely: "Han Shilei, I don't like you, I won't go with you!"
Han Shilei's face instantly darkened, and he said coldly: "Jiang Yueqin, don't you keep your word? Didn't you say that as long as I defeat all the competitors, you will follow me to the Demon Sword Sect?"
"Yes, I said so!"
Jiang Yueqin had an angry look on her face and said, "But you just defeated Wang Shulang, not all the competitors. There are so many people in the audience!"
"Okay, I will convince you!"
Han Shilei didn't even look at the people in the audience, but said arrogantly: "If you are still dissatisfied and want to steal the beauty, come up, otherwise I will be rude and have to take away this ever-changing fairy with beautiful faces! "
To be honest, among the tens of thousands of people present, many people did have Jiang Yueqin's idea, and they were eager to take the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan as their own.
Who doesn't like the stunning beauty who looks like a fish and a geese?
But they were all afraid of Han Shilei and did not dare to provoke the Demon Sword Sect. Moreover, even Wang Shulang of the Huashan Sect was injured by Han Shilei's scimitar and almost lost his life. Therefore, no one dared to challenge Han Shilei on stage and could only let him watch. Arrogant.
Han Shilei asked three times in a row, but no one answered. He laughed and said, "Jiang Yueqin, beauty, you heard me too. No one dares to challenge me. Have you given up now? It's time to follow me." Right? Hahaha!"
Seeing Han Shilei being so arrogant, Zhang Feide was already furious, but he knew he couldn't defeat Han Shilei, and Xue Wuhen also told him to stay put for the time being to see what happens, so he had no choice but to endure it.
Seeing that Han Shilei was about to take Jiang Yueqin away, Zhang Feide felt anxious and couldn't help but swung his big hand and grabbed Guan Wenchang and threw him into the ring like a stone.
"Oops, I missed it!"
When it was clear that the person who was thrown out was a person, Zhang Feide exclaimed in shock: "Wow? Second brother, why did I throw you out? I'm sorry!"
When Han Shilei saw that no one came up to challenge, he felt proud and wanted to take Jiang Yueqin away.
Suddenly, the wind howled, and suddenly he saw a person swooping up. Han Shilei thought someone came to the stage to challenge him, and when he was about to shout, he was about to take action with the scimitar in his hand!
However, when he saw a big red-faced man with a long beard flying towards him, he was in a trance. He couldn't help being shocked and exclaimed: "Huh? Guan Yu Guan Yunchang?"
Guan Wenchang never dreamed that Zhang Feide would throw him into the ring. The moment he was thrown up, Guan Wenchang was almost frightened. He cursed in his heart: "You big-eyed Zhang Feide, why did you throw me into the ring?" ? Do you want Han Shilei to kill me?"
However, when he saw Han Shilei's trembling look and called him Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang, Guan Wenchang was moved in his heart and thought to himself, why don't I fake it and fool him?
So, after Guan Wenchang landed, he put on a proud look, brushed his beard with his hands like Guan Yu, and said: "Hey! Han Shilei, in broad daylight, you used your power to bully others and robbed civilian girls. Do you know your crime?"
All warriors in the world respect Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang. Although Han Shilei is the young master of the Demon Sword Sect, he also respects Guan Yu like a god. When he saw "Guan Yunchang" suddenly falling from the sky and scolding him, he felt frightened and said in a squeaky voice. :
"Guan... Guan... Mr. Guan, the public relations officer, I didn't rape the daughter of the people, but... I admire Miss Jiang... Jiang, so I want to marry her..."
Seeing Guan Wenchang frightening Han Shilei so much that he was stammering, Zhang Feide scratched his head and laughed and said: "Hey, second brother, it's okay. I was impatient and accidentally threw him into the ring. I didn't expect him to throw Han Shilei into the ring." Shi Lei was so scared, haha, it’s really good, it’s really good!”
When Jiang Yueqin and his daughter saw him, they also hid their mouths and snickered secretly, hoping that Guan Wenchang would scare away the evil star Han Shilei, but Amitabha was the only one.
Han Shilei glanced down and happened to see Jiang Yueqin and his daughter hiding their mouths and laughing, and murmured in his heart: "Eh? What are they laughing at? Why are they always looking at Mr. Guan Guanguan? Is there something deceitful about it?..."
Thinking of this, Han Shilei suddenly slapped his head and shouted: "Oh, why am I so confused? Hey, I was almost deceived by this fake Guan Erye!"
So he raised his head, pointed at Guan Wenchang angrily and shouted: "Hey, Guan Wenchang, you are so brave, you dare to lie to me!"
Han Shilei shouted loudly, and Guan Wenchang thought for a moment, secretly thinking that after he saw something was wrong, he wouldn't kill me with a click, right? He couldn't help but secretly complain, "Zhang Feide, you big-eyed ghost, why did you throw me up here for no reason? If I die, I won't forgive you even if I'm a ghost!"
Although he was scared to death, and his heart was agitated, but at this moment when his life was at stake, Guan Wenchang still forced himself to calm down, and pointed at Han Shilei and shouted: "Hey, Han Shilei, you are such a big dog." How dare you disrespect Guan, believe it or not, I will chop you with a knife!"
As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and there was a big sword that was more than ten feet long in his palm. Guan Wenchang shook hard, and the Qinglong Yanyue sword buzzed. In an instant, the light flew and the moon shadow danced. Guan Wenchang shouted: "Han Shilei, you said that Guan is a liar." You, what kind of knife do you think this is?"
"Huh? Qinglong Yanyue Sword?!"
"Wow, this is the real Qinglong Yanyue Sword. Could it be that he is really the public relations master?"...
When everyone in the audience saw this, they thought Guan Wenchang was really Guan Guanyu, so they hurriedly fell on the ground and knelt down to Guan Wenchang.
