My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

Although Bing Ruyun didn't say anything on her mouth, she had a deep disappointment on her face, and suddenly she regretted it. She blamed herself for not saying things clearly on the carriage in the morning. She thought that this guy would bring a strong thug. I didn't expect him to come here alone.

Does he really think he is a master?

Bing Ruyun bit her lip, looked at Xu Qingmo, and stopped talking. In the end, she shook her head with a sigh and turned to look at Guo Chengkun and Cheng Gan. Now, she can only pin her hopes on the two warriors.

"You have come here to find me, I'm afraid I didn't talk." An Songci glanced at the man next to the stranger.

"Yes, I'm here to take your life." Guaifa Yandao said, "This is Mr. Xiao Anrong, specifically to take your life."

"If you want to come, you have also hired a helper, then there is nothing to say. Let's use the fist sword to discuss the winning or losing." The strange hair man finally said.

"Uncle!" Bing Ruyun shouted worriedly.

An Song was used to the wind and rain, and wavered, but bowed his heads to the two martial artists behind him: "Please ask two more shots."

"Rest assured, Mr. An, an island nation man, I ca n’t turn him up in the Chinese land!" Guo Chengkun said, then stood up and faced Xiao Anrong across the road. "Get up, I am Guo Chengkun, remember Beat your name. "

The crowd backed up, and Xiao Anrong stood up, inserted the knife on his knee into the belt, and nodded to Guo Chengkun, "I use a knife, please use a weapon."

"No, I never use weapons, Guo Chengkun can defeat you with a pair of fists." Guo Chengkun said.

"That started." Xiao Anrong said, but closed his eyes.

"Roar!"

Guo Chengkun shouted, his arms agitated, like two giant pythons, gathered the strength of his whole body, and smashed towards Xiao Anrong.

"Ssangyong goes to sea!" A set of routines said, "This is Brother Guo's trick. It seems that he needs to make a quick decision."

"That islander is so daring. At this time, he still hasn't opened his eyes. Brother Guo's double dragons go to sea. It is unstoppable. It is a willow tree that can also be interrupted. This islander will not die or hurt!"

As he was talking, Xiao Anrong tilted his head slightly, squatting down, holding the blade in his left hand, and holding the handle in his right hand.

"It's too late, his knife is so long, this distance can't be pulled out at all!" Cheng Gan flashed in his eyes, happy, "Brother Guo wins ..."

But he didn't say the last word. He only heard the sound of a knife coming out of the sheath, and it blew instantly. The whole hall flashed a white light, which dazzled everyone.

After a while, the white light disappeared, and everyone recovered, and saw Xiao Anrong standing upright, pressing the long knife in his hand, and pressing the scabbard on the side of the body.

Guo Chengkun stood in front of him, his fists extended, less than an inch from the tip of Xiao Anrong's nose, but he never moved forward.

"Brother Guo!" Cheng Gan could not help shouting.

Guo Chengkun's body suddenly fell backwards. The clothes on his chest broke instantly. The blood flower shot out, sprayed into the air, and fell to the ground like a cherry blossom.

Xiao Anrong nodded and stepped back.

"Brother Guo!" Cheng Gan shouted, and immediately knelt down, hugging Guo Chengkun.

I saw Guo Chengkun's chest was cut by a foot with a knife, but fortunately the wound was not deep, but the blood was scary, but the internal organs were not injured.

"I'm not as good as him." Guo Chengkun looked at Cheng Gan, murmured, then closed his eyes weakly.

An Song shook himself, but quickly stabilized, shouting to come in to carry away Guo Chengkun, but Guo Chengkun opened his eyes and shook his head, saying that he did not want to go out, he would be in this hall.

He wants to watch Xiao Anrong defeated.

Therefore, Guo Chengkun was finally carried to the wall, his chest was simply bandaged, and there was no worry about his name for the time being.

"Matsujiro, it seems that your helper is not good enough to stop Mr. Xiao Anrong's knife." The old man with a strange hair smiled and stared at An Songji.

An Songji held back silently.

"Mr. is too good, and it will only be the next sword." Xiao Anrong bent over.

"This knife is enough," said the old man with strange hair. "Sakura knife, the knife is bleeding, gorgeous like a cherry blossom, and it really deserves its reputation."

An Songci turned his head and looked at the program, "Mr. Cheng, sure?"

Cheng Gan looked at Guo Chengkun at the back, and looked at Xiao Anrong, his face turned pale, and shook his head: "Brother Guo and I are only in the middle of Bo Zhong. Brother Guo can't stop him, and I can't stop it."

"What's more, this islander is too quick to pull a knife. I didn't see it clearly and couldn't resist it, I'm afraid he ..."

"Already a guru!" Bing Ruyun said, "He is Xiao Anrong, the youngest guru on the island. He is trained to do Juhe, and he is trained to pull the sword at that moment. The cherry blossom sword is his famous trick. Legend China even slashed the waterfall! "

"Guru!" Cheng took a sigh of relief, he just touched the edge of the first-class, and naturally he could not be a guru's opponent.

"Why, Matsujiro, is your boxer frightened?" The old man groaned, strangely.

"Dead old man, you're afraid!" Cheng Gan shouted. "I'm a programmer, I don't know how to write a word in my life."

After Cheng Gan spoke, he glanced at An Song and whispered: "Mr. An, I am not his opponent, but I will still face it, but I have failed your request."

But An Songci just bowed his head, his eyes were low, and he didn't care about the routine.

Cheng Gan walked up to the middle of the hall and looked at Xiao Anrong and said, "Come up, island nation boy, let you see my Chinese kung fu."

Xiao Anrong walked up again, still in that position, pressing the knife in his hand, facing the program stem.

Cheng said: "Your sword is very powerful. I heard that you are also a guru, but IMHO, if you really only have that sword, your island master is not as powerful as my Huaxia master."

Xiao Anrong frowned, obviously not enough to agree.

"Your knife is really fast, but we also have a fast sword and fast sword in China. Life and death are only in an instant. It may not be inferior to you, but our swordsman swordsman, in addition to the fast sword and fast knife, has other moves.

"I can see that every time you make a knife, there will be a blank period. In my opinion, it is a huge flaw, that is, as long as I block you, you will lose."

"This is the defect of your island nation. In the history of your island nation, we have all studied our Huaxia, and the exercises are also, but the vast land of China, the exercises are also divergent. You can only learn a little fur, go back to the extreme, but in From the source, it is the sword that goes awry, and it is difficult to reach the road. "

Xiao Anrong twisted his head: "My knife, you can't catch it."

Cheng Gan laughed: "Not yet, how do you know I can't handle it!"

"Look at the palm!"

Cheng Gan posed and drank, and the whole spine was undulating, and his steps crossed, and the whole person instantly came to Xiao Anrong and patted his palm straight.

This was not his strongest hand, but it was indeed the fastest.

Xiao Anrong is still like that.

However, Cheng Gan first took a moment to turn offense and defend, and the palm of the outgoing hand turned, so that a palm was also swung over, as if he was clapping his chest!

"Okay!" Guo Chengkun at the back saw this trick, and he suddenly yelled, and the white cloth on his chest overflowed with blood.

Receiving empty blades!

Xu Qingmo nodded. This program was dry and thoughtful. Knowing that Xiao Anrong's sword was fast, he didn't think about attacking. Because no one else was fast, he shot a blind shot. The ultimate goal was to use the essence of Huaxia martial arts. White blade.

As long as he catches Xiao Anrong's knife, his knife will be used up, and then there will be flaws.

but……

Xu Qingmo shook his head, after all, one guru, one was just the peak of second-rate.

White light lit up the entire hall again, and it was fleeting.

Xiao Anrong was exactly the same as before, quietly retracting his sword. In front of him, Cheng Gan put his hands together and took a loneliness.

And his chest, from top to bottom, his clothes cut open, blood donation spewed out, like a cherry blossom in the air.

Take the white blade empty-handed, without catching ...

"I lost." Cheng said, "I can't catch your knife, but our guru can."

After that, the program dried up.

"You almost succeeded." Xiao Anrong stood up straight and respected Cheng Gan. "Just almost."

"If you lose, you lose. I can't afford to lose!" Cheng Gan yelled, and was carried to Guo Chengkun's side.

Xiaoan Rong won the match twice.

An Songci's expression turned pale and he was dejected.

"Matsujiro, it looks like your helper is not good enough. Now, you still die."

An Songci was unwilling to take a look around. When he saw Xu Qingmo, he suddenly felt like someone who fell into the water saw a life-saving straw and reached out to grab Xu Qingmo's sleeve.

"You're here to help, right? You're also a master, right? Come and help me, win me and give you a lot of money."

An Songci was excited, his face was unpredictable, and the whole person was stunned.

Xu Qingmo frowned, flicking his sleeves and throwing off An Songci.

Bing Ruyun stepped forward and supported An Songji: "Uncle, he was invited by me, but he can't, he is not good enough, I thought he would bring someone over."

"Not powerful enough? Then try it too. What if you win, I will die if I don't win!" An Songji's voice changed.

"He really can't." Bing Ruyun was also flustered, but did not have hope for Xu Qingmo.

"Matsujiro, you don't have a way forward. Prepare to die."

"You can't kill me, I pay a lot for the empire, not you can imagine, you can't kill me!" An Songci shouted.

"Well, from the moment you betrayed Lord Shimada, you must be ready now."

"Please save me, save me!" An Song turned to kneel in front of Xu Qingmo, craving for him, and finally scratched his head.

He was really afraid of death, the dog jumped off the wall and hugged the Buddha temporarily, no matter who Xu Qingmo was, he just wanted a miracle.

Bing Ruyun didn't know what to do, looked at Xu Qingmo, then shook his head and turned to stand in front of Xiao Anrong.

"If you want to kill my uncle, kill me first."

"Miss Yunling, you don't have to die. You are not the slave of Lord Shimada, but if you stop me from clearing the traitors for Lord Shimada, Xiao Anrong's knife will not stop before you shut up."髻 The old man said.

"Please get away." Xiao Anrong held down.

Bing Ruyun listened to her chest, determined not to let go, An Songci was desperately retreating, like a clown.

"I won't step back ..."

Bing Ruyun was about to speak, and suddenly felt a person standing in front of him.

"I said, I promise you." Xu Qingmo's voice sounded.

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