She covered her mouth and smiled, "Haha, Sister Li, you underestimate my master too much, are you? Although my master will not hurt your brother, he is the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty, but how could your brother beat him?

My master? I remember that the name of the number one swordsman in Chang'an City was not a waste of time!”

"What? The number one swordsman in Chang'an City? Is Xu Ping Cang? I heard my grandfather tell you before. He said that he wanted to recruit the number one swordsman in Chang'an City to enter the palace and become his power, but unfortunately, the swordsman refused!

Could it be that my grandfather was going to recruit you, your master, Xu Ping's position?" Li Lizhi asked in surprise.

Xu Qingmo nodded slightly and said, "Maybe it is, after all, I am also an orphan picked up by my master. I don't know much about what he has experienced before! But my master has also said it before! I asked my master, I said

Why, Master, you are so powerful in martial arts, don’t use your martial arts to make some money to eat? But he smiled and said that money is something outside of your body, and he had already thrown it out of the sky! The emperor asked him to enter the palace to reward him as a first-class guard.

He didn't even go! He refused the invitation from the emperor for his unsuccessful contributions! But that happened a long time ago!"

"Huh, that's right. Mr. Bizhu is so old, he must be a super swordsman of my grandfather's generation! However, if he wants to defeat my brother Feng'er, he may be a little short of it!" Li Lizhi

Said.

Xu Qingmo said, "Impossible. My master was the number one swordsman in Chang'an City decades ago. How could he not be able to beat your brother?"

"Oh, I don't know, but I just have such a premonition, because my brother has never lost in a fight! Whether it is Li Junxian, the commander of the Imperial Guard, or Li Jing, they all admit it personally, it's not me.

What about Brother Feng'er's opponent!"

"Well... that's because they were afraid of hurting the Eighth Prince, so they said that?" Xu Qingmo sighed and then said, "Oh, I originally thought that the Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty was a handsome and handsome man.

The tall and mighty prince, I didn’t expect that he was so young? Alas, it seems that the great hero in my mind is going to become a cute little kid!”

"Haha, guess how old he is this year?" Li Lizhi said with a smile.

Xu Qingmo frowned and said, "It should be nine years old, right? Are you ten years old?"

"No, he is only six and a half years old this year, hahaha..." Li Lizhi suddenly covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

Xu Qingmo's face stiffened and she said, "What? Six, six and a half years old? Oh my God, he is too young, right?"

"Yes, but others are growing fast. At six years old, they are as tall and mighty as a teenager!"

"Oh, forget it, there is still a difference between a big hero and a cute baby, and I can still distinguish it clearly!"

Xu Qingmo couldn't help but sigh slightly.

I thought that the great hero I admired was actually a cute little kid, she was very cute and cute, and she was very good-mouthed?

The shadow of the hero in Xu Qingmo's heart was shattered all of a sudden.

Originally, she had a dream of pursuing heroes in her heart, but now it seems that she can only pursue a cute baby.

Alas, cute kids are cute kids, at least he is also a hero in his mind.

He led his army alone to protect Youzhou City, and was also a hero in the minds of all the Tang people.

...

When Li Lizhi and Xu Qingmo walked out of the bamboo house, a sword energy bamboo leaves flew towards each other.

Fortunately, Xu Qingmo's reaction was quick enough, so she pulled Li Lizhi and jumped back gently, avoiding the sword energy bamboo leaf.

However, when Xu Qingmo saw the scene in front of her, she was shocked.

"This, what kind of martial arts is this? The sky is full of bamboo leaves flying swords? Are you sure this is a mortal fighting?"

On the other hand, Li Lizhi wrapped her hands around her chest and said, "Hmph, I said, your master is not my brother's opponent, right?"

"This is not necessarily true, but I don't want any of them to be injured!"

After saying that, Xu Qingmo quickly ran forward and said, "Your Highness, Master, stop, don't fight anymore. If this continues, both sides will suffer losses!"

However, in the face of Xu Qingmo's dissuasion, Li Chengfeng turned a deaf ear.

Mr. Bizhu frowned slightly and shouted: "Qingmo left here quickly, you will be hurt by our sword energy!"

Mr. Bizhu gritted his teeth tightly, releasing the thick internal force in his body.

He originally thought that Li Chengfeng's internal strength was definitely not as good as his, but later Mr. Bizhu discovered that he was wrong because Li Chengfeng's small body seemed to have endless internal strength.

The 3,000 sword energy he controlled was inexhaustible, as if he didn't know what fatigue was.

Mr. Bizhu knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose.

"Sword 4000, Tornado Sword Technique!"

Li Chengfeng made another big move, and another thousand sword energy came with the wind and rushed towards the head of Mr. Bizhu.

Mr. Bizhu raised his head, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Sword 4,000?

Who is this eighth prince? Who taught his martial arts?

"Dragon-swalking Golden Scale Sword Technique, rebuke!"

"Sword 5000, Fire Dance Tornado Sword Technique!"

Li Chengfeng used another move with his left hand, and attracted another 1,000 sword energy, and rushed towards the head of Mr. Bizhu.

This time, Mr. Bizhu finally couldn't stop it.

An extremely shocking light appeared in his eyes.

This eighth prince is in every move, and the sword energy of 5,000 swords? What did he fight him?

It seems that he has completely crushed himself to a level in his martial arts realm.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Mr. Bizhu has suffered serious internal injuries at this moment.

But he still held his body and used his strongest sword art, Tiancang Sword Technique, to block the attack of Li Chengfeng's 5,000 sword energy.

But in the end, Mr. Bizhu was unable to completely block the sword energy.

The remaining hundreds of sword energy spread out in all directions, cutting the entire bamboo house of Mr. Bizhu was covered with bruises.

Mr. Bizhu's face suddenly turned red, and a stream of blood gushed out of his throat, but in the end, he was suppressed by his internal force.

"Good guy, can you catch the sword 5000? Then try my sword 6000!"

Li Chengfeng named his swordsmanship at will.

Like the Fire Dance and Tornado Sword Technique, Li Chengfeng borrowed the sword moves from TV series in his previous life. He just thought that the name of this sword move was good, so he took it to use it.

And when Mr. Bizhu saw that Li Chengfeng was going to use 6,000 swords.

His heart suddenly became half cold.
Chapter completed!