Could it be that the previous provocation was naked and harsh, and Zhang Hua's warning was quite straightforward.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the broken sword in front of me. Could it be that there were a few more breaths staring at me in the hall.

The same three girls naturally saw that something was wrong. After all, as long as they are not stupid, they can see what the situation is.

But at this moment, Zhao Wen walked in from outside with a long sword in her arms.

"President, Mr. Ye heard that someone wanted to dance a sword here, so he asked me to send his eight-sided Han sword. Look..."

Faced with this situation, Zhang Hua's brows immediately condensed, and the faces of the business masters next to him also changed a little.

When they arrived at their position, they naturally knew that Mr. Ye was the bodyguard next to Luo Renxian who had been with him for more than 40 years. In terms of status, this old man was a little higher than Zhang Hua in the Luo family. Even a business tycoon like them had never had the luck to meet this old man after he arrived this time.

But now, just now, if you were about to dance the sword, Zhang Hua gave a broken sword warning, and the old man behind him immediately sent his sword. What this means is almost self-evident.

After changing his face for a while, Zhang Hua nodded and said, "Since that's the case, please use Uncle Ye's sword!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" Thank you for the long sword in front of you. Could it be that you also took the three-foot-three-long eight-sided sword after being recast.

bass!

Holding the hilt of the sword in hand, and when the sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed in the hall immediately, and everyone felt that the temperature here had dropped a little.

"Good sword!" After admiring, May he swung the long sword in his hand and hummed hahaha and stabbed several swords in disorganized manner.

"Puff! Hahahaha! Mr. Mo Fei, your sword is so cheap!" A burst of laughter, and the young men around him were also ridiculing Mo Fei.

Could it be that I didn't care about these things at all, and the eyes of those hiding in the dark also flashed a hint of solemnity in their eyes.

The layman didn't know, but they saw that the unruly few strokes were actually adapting to the weight of the sword and finding where the center of gravity of the sword was.

After finding the center of gravity of the sword, May he held the sword with his right hand, stretched out his finger with his left hand and gently flicked it. A gentle moan echoed in the hall.

This light chant is like a deep mountain valley, lively and melodious. It is this light chant that also proves the material of this sword and is an excellent top-quality one.

With a long sword in his right hand, he looked at the people in the hall.

"My Yanhuang Kingdom has always been martial arts. There is an old saying that good men should hang a three-foot sword on their waists, walk in the world, and make unparalleled achievements! Now is a harmonious society, but I, the great men of Yanhuang Kingdom, also should be self-reliant. Practicing literature and martial arts are indispensable, instead of advocating the idols of other small countries. This is a trace of chivalrous blood in the blood of our Yanhuang Kingdom! Today, we will use swords to cheer up, and we will have a series of narrow-sense songs in our Yanhuang Kingdom. Please give me advice!"

Mo Fei's words were not loud, but they felt a bit turbulent, which made many people present look at him differently, and the eyes of Lu Tianlan's opposite people also changed slightly.

After a faint statement, Mo Fei held the sword in his hand and glanced at Lu Tianlan with a sideways. Then he reached out and flicked the sword in his hand again, and the rhythm of the little bits followed.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

As Mo Fei played the sword, Jiang Haoyu waved a pair of drums and pestles with both hands, and as the drum beats fell,

Su Rui's pipa also began to follow, followed by Qian Yumo's guzheng, and this rhythm was exactly the rhythm of Huang Feihong.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

With the passionate picking away, Mo Fei bounced on the sword in his hand one by one. Suddenly, the tone changed, and Linghu Chong's rhythm suddenly appeared. Mo Fei's closed eyes opened instantly, and two rays of light burst out from his pupils.

Swish!

A sword light flashed, could it be that the body was moving, and the long sword in his hand also waved out.

At this moment, the figures hidden in the dark immediately tense up and stared at Mo Fei's every move at this moment.

The rhythm is compact and melodious. Could it be that the body is rotating, and the three-foot green edge in the hand also rotates, and pieces of cold light are lingering, and a seemingly simple sword technique is swinging out immediately.

The cold wind is cold and the sword energy is erect. Could it be that the body is elegant, and each move is as elegant as the flowing water. The sword is light and swirling, gentle and quiet, as if a magpie is dancing, but it also contains the momentum of an eagle attacking the sky. The sword moves, and the body moves and the sword moves.

With this move, the hidden people were scared, and then their tense nerves became even tighter, and they were even ready to take action at any time.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Mo Fei's sword is very gorgeous and pleasing to the eye. At the same time, he also admires. Could it be that such a seemingly ordinary little person can use such a gorgeous sword move? This is simply incredible.

However, the expert can see very well that every move of the man is not the kind of pleasing flowery style. Each move is filled with sword energy, and the cold air is impressed. Although there is no murderous aura, this cold sword energy is enough to impress people, and it makes people feel even more nervous.

At this moment, it can be said that everyone was attracted by Mo Fei's sword move and the passionate rhythm of sword energy.

Suddenly the rhythm changed again. Jiang Qilin's bamboo flute was placed beside his mouth, and the rhythm of light dancing and flying came out immediately. Qianyu Mo plucked the strings of the piano with his hand, and the sound of the guzheng dissipated. Then Su Rui held the pipa and the hand was teasing. The sound of the piano seemed to be invisible sword energy that could not be seen directly. At this moment, the three girls could be said to be seamless in cooperation, and Jiang Haoyu also stopped the drum beats rhythmically and stood quietly.

With the change of rhythm, Mo Fei's sword moves also changed accordingly. His body swung, and his moves were like a whirlwind, as fast as lightning, as thunder, and his footsteps moved. He held the sword in his hand and waved it, as if he was a god. This scene was like "The sea was rushing, I only regretted that the world was short, but I didn't meet each other!"

Gradually, Masashi's body was floating and the sword-like transformation was like the rushing rivers of the Yangtze River, the turbulent flow was not fast, the wind appeared between the clouds, and the air in the flowing water flowed. At this time, Masashi's Taoist energy had been stimulated, and a layer of invisible sword energy was also wrapped on the long sword.

At this moment, the entire hall became quiet, and everyone was attracted by the scene in front of them. The three girls looked at the figure dancing with long swords, and a special look appeared in their eyes, which made people unable to guess, but they were full of curiosity.

The long sword continued to wave, and a bitter wind suddenly appeared in the hall, and this was from the storm of the sword energy, and Mo Fei's eyes also became a little sharper.

Swish!

The sword swung out, and a sword energy swung out, heading straight to the corner behind him, reaching the hidden man.

The sword energy attacked, and the hidden human nerves suddenly tense, and the internal energy increased. Then he swung a palm, and the palm wind faced the sword energy.

call!!!

The sword energy and palm wind were stirred, and instantly turned into a gust of wind dissipated, adding a bit of cold air to the hall.

A sword forced a hidden

After his figure, could he use another sword, and the sword energy squirted wildly, heading straight to another corner again.

Without any suspense, the hidden figure was forced out by Mo Fei's sword energy again, and the turbulent gusts intensified again.

Gradually, the rhythm slowed down, and Mo Fei's sword move also slowed down. As he slowly slid, a little smell of Tai Chi sword floated out.

The momentum was used to accumulate strength, and the sword was released when it was released. After several times, the onlookers began to move with Mo Fei's rhythm. As long as the sword in Mo Fei waved in which direction, people would dodge the place where there were people.

To be more precise, it should be that they are in the sense of crisis hidden in their hearts, which makes them involuntarily open the track of sword energy running.

Just like that, could it force out all the five hidden figures, and Zhang Hua's face was extremely gloomy.

As for Lu Tianlan, who wanted to see if he was embarrassed, he was completely stupid at this moment, but everyone had ignored him at this time.

What is the most harshest slap in the face? I am changing freely. If everyone doesn’t look at you, ignoring you is the loudest slap.

After forcing out the five hidden figures, Mo Fei's sword style slowed down, and his eyes turned around and signaled the three girls' tone to slow down.

At Mo Fei's signal, the three girls slowed down the syllables very well, and then put away their hands little by little. The entire hall gradually became quiet, and only Mo Fei was still dancing with a long sword in his hand.

After looking at Zhang Hua again, while dancing the sword, he also recited a poem that Zhang Hua was very familiar with again.

"It is not free to come, and the dragon soars and phoenixes are hard to collect. The flowers in the hall are drunk, and the frost is fourteen autumns with one sword. The drums and horns reveal the good weather and the air is cold, the wind and waves move the earth and seas and mountains, and the southeast is always a golden pillar. Who envies the marquis of ten thousand households back then!"

A poem by Guan Xiu was recited again. Mo Fei's long sword closed, and the long sword was standing in front of him again, and his front face was also aimed at Zhang Hua.

Just now, the bodyguards beside Zhang Hua immediately took a step forward. After all, they could have felt the sword energy that was waving just now.

bite!

He stretched out his finger and gently flicked the sword in his hand. The sound of whispering came out again. Could it be that the sharp burst out in his eyes and the corners of his mouth also rose slightly.

"I'm so ugly! I hope I can cheer you up!"

After a simple sentence, could it be that the sword was put into the sheath? At this time, the three girls Qian Yumo, Jiang Qilin and Su Rui were all a little stupid when they looked at him.

Qian Yumo and Jiang Qilin put aside, even Su Rui never thought that he had such a sword-like and chivalrous side.

To put it bluntly, he is so handsome.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Facing Mo Fei's forcing force, Zhang Hua was the first to applaud, and there was solemnity in her eyes and appreciation.

With Zhang Hua's applause, the people around him also applauded. At this moment, no one dared to underestimate this young man who seemed like a loser.

As for Lu Tianlan's words, he looked in disbelief. After taking two steps back with difficulty, he also sat on the seat behind him, and a depressed aura also filled his body.
Chapter completed!