Sikong Zhaiyue simply admired Xuanyuan. He had always been very confident in his Qinggong. He could definitely avoid the eyes and ears of these two people wherever he was hiding, but he didn't expect to be discovered by them.
He could tell that Liu Yunfei was seriously injured, so he dared to show up.
It is undeniable that Sikong Zhaiyue is a little wary of the Bashan swordsman. It is not entirely because his martial arts is not as good as Liu Yunfei, but because Liu Yunfei never does anything he is not sure of. If Liu Yunfei makes a move, he must be fully prepared. Grasp, so he can survive to this day.
But not everything in the world can be completely grasped.
Liu Yunfei is no exception.
The injured Liu Yunfei and Xuanyuan Guang were no longer such a big threat. No matter what happened, they could escape unscathed, so Sikong Zhaiyue did not escape.
He really didn't want to miss this opportunity.
One is the traitor who captured Longmen, and the other is the target of the Qinglong Society. Why are the two people who are supposed to be on the run hiding together quietly? This is a question that Sikong Zhaiyue wants to find out.
Now that his identity had been exposed, Sikong Zhaiyue simply took off the human skin mask from his face and carefully put it back in his arms. Such a delicate mask was extremely difficult to make and he was reluctant to throw it away casually.
Liu Yunfei looked at Sikong Zhaiyue, who was still dressed as "Elder Wei" after taking off his mask, and mocked: "You look much more pleasing to the eye now. It seems that this outfit suits you very well."
The implication was that Sikong Zhaiyue was born to be a beggar. Not only did Xuanyuan also agree, he said with a smile: "Yes, it is indeed more pleasing to the eye. It seems that you are very suitable to be a beggar. How about your clothes?" Don't take it off. Go back and talk to the leader of the Beggar Clan and ask him to take you into his sect. With your reputation in the world, you might be able to get a protector or elder to do it. After the old leader abdicates, , you are the legitimate beggar leader."
"You two don't need to deliberately provoke me. To be honest, I'm not angry. As you said, maybe one day I will be a beggar on a whim." Sikong Zhaiyue stared at Liu Yunfei and said with a smile, "Because I found out There's nothing wrong with being a beggar, you're free and at ease, at least you don't have to hide like a wild dog and don't dare to see people."
Liu Yunfei sneered: "Do you think I can't kill someone if I'm injured?"
Sikong Zhaiyue smiled and said: "How dare you? As the saying goes, a centipede is dead but not stiff. Even if you, Liu Daxia, are injured, your power is still there. You can kill whoever you want. You are temporarily staying in Wuhou Temple. It's just..." Because I admire the beautiful scenery here. It is said that Liu Daxia never does anything he is not sure about. This time he was injured because he underestimated the enemy. He can eat and drink. He can rest for three to five days and then teach him a lesson. It’s not too late to hurt those who hurt you.”
After being ridiculed like this, on ordinary days, Liu Yunfei would definitely want Sikong Zhaiyue to be good-looking. At this moment, he just stared at Sikong Zhaiyue and suddenly sighed: "I don't dare, I don't dare to trouble him. I can save my life." It’s already pretty good. It’s inevitable for everyone to suffer losses once or twice.”
When Liu Yunfei said this, his eyes were scattered, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were twitching slightly, as if he was still frightened.
Unexpectedly, Liu Yunfei would openly admit that his skills were inferior to others. Sikong Zhaiyue couldn't help but wonder, who could make Liu Yunfei so scared?
"If it were you, there would be no chance of getting hurt." Liu Yunfei stared at Sikong Zhaiyue and snorted coldly.
He didn't even have a chance to get hurt, in other words, he was dealt with in one move.
"Humph, that's not necessarily the case. If I have a chance, I'd like to meet the person you're talking about. Could it be that he has three heads and six arms?" Sikong Zhaiyue sneered, thinking that just because you can't beat others, it doesn't mean that I can't deal with him either. This guy's skills It's worse if a person is injured and his ambition is reduced a lot.
Liu Yunfei saw that he was not convinced and asked with a sneer: "Let me ask you, who do you think is better in martial arts between you and Master Qingxuan, the leader of Shaolin?"
He didn't need to compare himself with Sikong Zhaiyue, because the two of them were obviously fighting each other, and what they said was not objective and fair. Master Qingxuan's martial arts cultivation is well known to everyone in the world, so it is most appropriate to compare him with him.
Sikong Zhaiyue pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Master Qingxuan has strong internal strength. When it comes to palm skills, he is naturally better than me. I have practiced Qinggong hard all my life. When it comes to body shape and footwork, I have the upper hand. Master Qingxuan has studied inner strength all his life. He is a master of martial arts, so if we were to face each other, I would naturally use my sword against his palms. If it were a life-and-death fight, within a hundred moves, it would be difficult to tell the winner, but in the end he would definitely win."
Xuanyuan not only interrupted: "Why must he win?"
Sikong Zhaiyue sighed: "It takes less than a day to freeze three feet of ice, and it does not take a day to penetrate a stone with water droplets. Martial arts naturally become more powerful the more you practice them. Master Qingxuan is a monk and has a peaceful mind. No matter what he practices, If you study martial arts, you will be focused on reaching the highest level. Therefore, people like you and me who have other hobbies are no match for people like Liu Yunfei. "
Xuanyuan not only nodded, but also seemed to have acknowledged Sikong Zhaiyue's opinion. He already understood why Sikong Zhaiyue said that after a hundred moves, Master Qingxuan must win. Master Qingxuan has perfected his kung fu to the extreme, and he will win when facing the enemy. He will be very handy, coupled with his deep internal strength and rich experience in fighting enemies, there is no way Sikong Zhaiyue can compete with him just by relying on his endurance and small maneuvering skills.
Liu Yunfei looked at Sikong Zhaiyue coldly and said, "The person who hurt me, even a master like Master Qingxuan, would probably be hard-pressed to withstand ten or even three moves from him. Do you still want to see him?" "
"How about you, how many fights have you had with him?" Sikong Zhaiyue touched his nose and said. He felt that Liu Yunfei was a bit alarmist. He had been in the world for many years and had never heard of such a powerful person.
"One move! To be precise, there wasn't even one move, because I didn't even draw the sword completely, and his hand hit me." Liu Yunfei sighed deeply, his expression was gloomy. He had been practicing swords all his life, but he didn't expect that one day He would not even be able to pull out the sword before he was injured by someone else.
"Hands? Are you talking about his hands? Are that man's hands a weapon?" Sikong Zhaiyue didn't understand why Liu Yunfei said hands instead of fists and palms.
"Yes, that hand is a weapon, a deadly weapon." Liu Yunfei's eyes showed that fear again.
"What kind of weapon?" Sikong Zhaiyue seemed to have been infected by Liu Yunfei, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Red Devil Hand!" Liu Yunfei said word by word. His expression when he said these three words was extremely weird, as if these three words themselves were a kind of magic spell.
Sikong Zhaiyue's face changed drastically and he asked urgently: "Are you sure you saw it correctly? Are you sure it was the red devil's hand that hit you?"
Liu Yunfei didn't say anything. He slowly unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his chest.
I saw a scar the size of a palm on Liu Yunfei's chest. The ribs were sunken and the skin was turned out. Although the wound had almost healed, it was still shocking.
This kind of wound looked like a blunt blow with an iron weapon, and could never be caused by a fleshy palm.
"The red devil's hand..." Sikong Zhaiyue also had a look of fear on his face, and murmured: "The green devil cries in the sun, the red devil cries in the night, the whole world cries, the sun and the moon don't come out."
