"Brother Li, this person is very strange. You will be less likely to deal with him in the future." Zhang Yuan took a sip of tea and looked at Li Si.

Seeing Zhang Yuan say this, Li Si nodded slightly, then asked with a strange question: "Why didn't you agree when that person asked you?"

When a normal person sees the promise of the young man in black, he will definitely agree quickly. He can't understand why Zhang Yuan refused, after all, that can be considered a wealthy thing.

Hearing Li Si's inquiry, Zhang Yuan shook his head: "He promised me that these things are just to value you. Even if I go there, I will make up the numbers. Where can I get reused?"

When Li Si saw Zhang Yuan say this, he laughed. In fact, there are countless people who can see through like Zhang Yuan. But how many people are really able to let go?

Thinking of this, he felt a little appreciation for Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, the servant who had brought them in before came over and bowed and said, "Two young men, I have prepared the room for you, please follow me."

"Okay, you can lead the way." Li Si smiled, and followed Zhang Yuan's footsteps.

And just as Li Si and the others were taken to the wing room, in the mansion in another corner of Zetian Mansion, a middle-aged man with long beards walked into his own courtyard.

"You are here." A voice suddenly came into the middle-aged man's ears, which scared him.

"Who!" The middle-aged man looked at the place where the voice came from, but saw a man in black sitting in his pavilion with a hat.

When he saw the man in black, he frowned slightly. Before this man made a statement, he almost realized that it seemed that this man did not exist at all.

"What a clever hiding technique. I wonder what you are doing to find Mo?" The middle-aged man bowed to the man in black and asked politely.

"Sword Saint? Mo Qiubai?" The man in black looked at the middle-aged man.

"Yes, it's just the way down." The middle-aged man frowned slightly. The man's words made him feel very uncomfortable, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Swish, Sword Saint." The man in black suddenly sneered, as if he had encountered something ridiculous.

Hearing the sneering voice of black clothes, Mo Qiubai was a little angry, his face became cold. He was so polite to this person, but he dared to laugh at him. It seemed that the person who came was not kind.

Seeing Mo Qiubai's angry look, the man in black smiled: "I will follow my young master's instructions and come to break your hands. If you know each other, break your hands by yourself, so that I can't do it myself. After all, I can't control the strength."

"No, I think you should take it yourself." Mo Qiubai's face had become cold, and a long sword had already emerged from the sheath.

"I really don't know what's wrong with it." The man in black sighed, got up and walked towards Mo Qiubai.

Seeing the man in black coming, Mo Qiubai narrowed his eyes slightly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned, and the sunlight reflected along the sword body into the eyes of the man in black.

The eyes were stabbed by the light, and the man in black turned his head slightly and avoided the light.

"Be careful!"

And it was at this moment that Mo Qiubai shouted, and the long sword turned into a clear shadow and stabbed the man in black in the chest.

The man in black was shocked when he heard the sound, and opened his body sideways. The sword immediately left a hole in the clothes in front of him.

Seeing the hole in the clothes on his chest, he was a little scared. If Mo Qiubai hadn't shouted like a fool, he would have capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, the man in black showed an angry look on his face. He grabbed the sword in his hand and kicked Mo Qiubai hard in the stomach.

Mo Qiubai's belly was kicked, flew backwards, fell to the ground, vomited blood, and his eyes revealed an incredible look. He didn't expect that he could escape by making a trick to attack.

At the same time, he felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have shouted to show his decency at that time, otherwise this person would have been dead.

"You have some skills." The man in black sneered and threw the sword aside.

At this time, you can see the brilliance on his hands, and he actually wore a pair of wire woven gloves.

Mo Qiubai stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the man in black: "I don't know how I provoked your young master, but he actually asked such a master to come and cause trouble for me."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and asked in confusion: "Is it possible that the scholar who had conflicts with my child today is your son?"

Hearing Mo Qiubai say the word "scholar", the man in black changed slightly and sneered: "I don't know what you are talking about, but my young master can't have anything to do with the scholar."

After saying that, he walked towards Mo Qiubai, rubbed his hands and made a harsh sound.

"Wait, I'm willing to slap my hands, and you don't need to do it." Seeing him coming, Mo Qiubai said quickly.

At this moment, he had given up the idea of ​​fighting with this man. Although he had only fought with this man for a moment, he already knew that this man's martial arts skills were very strong. Not to mention that he had lost his weapons now and was unable to fight against him at all.

Now that I take the initiative to sack both my hands, I may be able to save my life.

"Then you break your hands." Hearing Mo Qiubai's words, the man in black stopped and looked at him faintly.

Seeing the man in black stopping, Mo Qiubai breathed a little relieved, then looked at his hands, with a look of pain in his eyes. If he stolen his hands, he would not be able to hold a sword from now on, and the name of the Sword Saint would also fall.

"Let's go." Just as Mo Qiubai was gritting his teeth and preparing to sack himself, the man in black suddenly called him.

Hearing the voice of the man in black, Mo Qiubai stopped his hand and looked at him. He didn't understand why this man called him. Does he still want to take his life?

"My young master said that I would destroy your hands, but he didn't say how bad it was." Seeing that Mo Qiubai stopped his hand, the man in black laughed.

Hearing him say this, Mo Qiubai's eyes showed a look of surprise. From the words of the man in black, he knew that he could still keep his hands.

But he was a little puzzled. Why did this young man give him this task?

But these things have nothing to do with him. He only knows that his hands can be kept, and he will still be the powerful swordsman in a few months.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with harshness and his hands bumped.

With this collision, both hands collapsed weakly.

"Are you satisfied?" Mo Qiubai looked at the man in black with cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's a man, but it's a pity that your martial arts are like juggling." The man in black laughed, then his figure flew up like a swallow, swept across the wall, and disappeared.
Chapter completed!