Rimba Persilatan

eps 31s

Luo Wen-jing chased as far as half a li, a few forest rabbits

on the run scared because of his pursuit, but he was forced to bring

the feeling of surprise gave up the chase, languidly returning to search

the road down the mountain. Half a li there, the five Li Hoa-xin hid inside

the orchard on the side of the road, silently listening to the movement

above, for a long time, to make everyone anxious.

The first one not to bear was Hoa Sheng, a little boy

indeed his patience is limited, he noisily wants to go upstairs

helping, finally forced by her brother to shut up.

Finally, they heard that loud laughter!

They saw that there was a person coming down the mountain, Luo Wenjing

down with an unusual face.

When he gathered together past the back of Xian village

for a while, a big man with a village man's makeup,

his stature was firm, with big strides out of the village, the,

walk to the small road.

To the right of the road behind one tree, step out

a green-clothed man, his folding fan stretched out,

head off his path.

"Mountain bastard Tai, ha ha ha ha! You dress up like a man

kampung, leaving Tai mountain a thousand li over, thought no one would be able to recognize you?" the author said loudly,

"you go behind Shuang-jieshu-sheng, Luo Wen-jing so

his bodyguard, everyone knows, if you can

getting the Luo clan, it can definitely catch you and hand over

at the police, chop off your head to hang it on the gate

city to watch"

Bandit Tai Qiao-zhuang departed, stopping two zhangs

more, a pair of eyes that were like a copper bell glared at

the man, he did not speak, did not move, his face was cruel.

The writer did not say much anymore, nor fearlessly

staring at his opponent. Big eyes glared at the small eyes, going on, war of the plotting, the,

looking at who was stronger, seeing who was afraid would be destroyed first.

The sun above was scorching, even though from the forest on both sides of the road the wind blew lightly, the feeling of heat still made people

not being able to bear it, the tense situation also added strength

the heat. Sultry air makes human nature can be bad, easy

make people lose their patience, in this way each other

face to face, you glared at me, I glared at you, more

it's easy to get people to blood up.

"You want to catch me"'' Bandit Tai finally couldn't bear it

speakin. "There's a little meaning to it, but not because of the prize." Said the author casually. "Do you deserve it?"

"Worthy or not, soon will know."

"Tell me your nickname, I'll take you to the achherat."

"Here it is, the atherat is not necessarily me, the fighter is high fighting, the chance of life or death is half.

If you die, knowing my nickname is also of any use" No matter how you in front of the achherate king cannot accuse me, you are not at all

believe in this world there are gods or demons, only believe the strong live the weak die, the dead like a dead light, if I die, you also do not need to know who I am, who I am, it's all done, isn't it?"

"Rubber." "You have no use asking."

"You're already within the scope of the power of a flying fork

my lifeline, you're certain to die here."

"Ha ha ha! If I'm afraid of your flying fork, I'm not

will show up talking to you, from behind you

just secretly carrying out a deadly attack, isn't it

will it be much safer?"

sneak attack." Said Bandit Tai ferociously.

"I don't believe in superstition, try to prove it to me!"

As soon as Sastrawan finished saying, his body suddenly

flickering left. A single ray split through the air, turning into a rainbow,

it flashed at a speed that was hard to see through the eyes

naked. But, the prowess to the left of the literary body suddenly stopped, he

stay in place, it seems to be using science

changing bodies, shadows flashing, just like that.

The small flying fork was sharp as long as eight cun, from the side

the shadow of the literati glided past, until it reached ten

zhang was newer with one loud sound falling to the ground.

Within a distance of ten zhang, the flying traces of this flying fork were

straight, its highest point only rose by about five cun, energy

his flying fork throw is Bandit Tai, it really makes people

tongue out, hard to believe.

"Lihay!" said the laughing Sastrawan mocking, "brother, you have scattered a flying fork that is not easy

make it, even if you have a chance to bring it back,

the fork has also changed its shape not like before,

wanting to throw it in the air was already impossible."

"This time I'll give you three blades." Said Bandit Tai biting his teeth, his mouth talking, but his pair of hands down did not

moving, his palm facing the outer thigh, either fork

the little fly was hidden where.

"I am impatient, there is no great patience."

The author doesn't laugh anymore, his tone becomes energetic, assertive, doesn't allow people to misunderstand, "I can forgive you in a state of anxiety to attack taking my life, but it won't be a pity if you keep attacking wanting to take my life.

From now on, if you ever use a secret weapon again,

using that flying fork to take people's lives, you

will regret it forever."

Bandit Tai's heart was like jumping, glaring at his eyes slightly

unaltered. Looking at the literal manners that stood upright like a mountain, unafraid and unscathed, and also appearing with a confident and resolute face, the belief in the accuracy of his throw finally began

wavering, his heart was moved, his palms began to sweat, this was the thing that dark weapons experts could least justify.

Another meaning of sweaty palms, is a strained heart, a,

reduced confidence, will definitely affect accuracy

his gun. "I want you to deliver my message." The words of the writer added to the pressure, "all Shuang-jie-shu-sheng, Luo Wen-jingjangan to the point of being blindfolded by friendship, she said,

trusting one-sided words would definitely destroy him

by oneself. If he wants to hands off and leave, that is the best, if he does not want to obey, and decides to involve himself, then

go to the police station in Ye county, ask clearly

to determine if he deserves to be involved

or didn't. Considering he can't easily be famous, no matter what Three

The scholar of the World of Persilatan is a man of the stream of truth that people revere, I give him one chance to test whether the human heart is evil or good, whether he maketh the name of the literati, whether he maketh a blemish, let him decide for himself the good or bad

alone, you, now may go, remember to deliver my message."

These words are true, the sentence is firm, the tone is

very standoffish. More importantly, every word was resolute

energetic, showing determination and courage.

Bandit Tai Qiao-zhuang felt the palm, his hand already

wet with sweat. "Who are you really?"

"A person who sees something as unfair will

make a sound." "If I don't wear my gate fork, do you dare

fight with me?"

"Anytime you can attack." That literary word

save the folding fan.