Rimba Persilatan
eps 35's

Facing two strange and great people who are famous in the world

persilatan, Jin-ba-dou even dared to blatantly attack, saying,

it can be known Jin-ba-dou this local ruler, indeed

have great science.

"Traang's.traang!"

Huo-bao-ing consecutively fended off twice, then retreated two

step. Jin-ba-dou also can't take a good chance from

his consecutive attacks, his position changed to the side of that sword

fended out. These two attempted attacks, probably both sides

save two or thirty percent of his energy, respectively

there was a sense of worry, attacking and fending off steadily.

"You can bring out the sword to wound

people." Said Huo-bao-ing coldly, "it's not strange that great master Li can calmly live many years in peace. Fine, you

also accept my two sword styles."

The rainbow of swords shot out, fierce as pushing

mountains shed the sea. "Traang!" Two Swords clashed, a strong wind spread.

The shadow of a person suddenly parted, the sword

suddenly disappeared. Huo-bao-ing let out a surprised stifled cry, he

retreating backwards one zhang more, the face that was fire red suddenly lost its color of blood, the right hand that was holding the sword

looks trembling. Jin-ba-dou only took two steps back, his body did not

steady, he forced his feet with the horses, he

losing strength to respond to attacks.

Bu-fei-khe is stunned, the dragon's head stick is stretched out, retreating

vigilantly, escort Huo-bao-ing backwards to the door of the room.

"This man has successfully trained the sword." Huo-baoing while retreating while slowly saying, "quickly retreat!"

There was an angry whistle, Jin-ba-dou's sword and his body

become one flying back forward attack.

If Bu-fei-khe previously had not received a warning from

Huo-bao-ing, must have used the dragon head stick to fend it off,

and it was very likely that his staff would be crushed by the sword air,

maybe even hurt.

These two people did not serve his attack, like a whirlwind they came out of the room, disappearing in the darkness of the night. In the garden

to the left of the room, planted not a few flowers and trees. Fu Ke-wei who was hiding in one big tree, could see clearly

movements that occur in the room through a wide open window.

He's been here a long time, an hour earlier than he

Huo-bao-ing and Bu-fei-khe.

He didn't hide on a tree branch, but with a strange style

stuck to a tree trunk, like a pedicab. The guy downstairs

if a tree wants to find people on a branch, it will not

succeeds. After the two great old men left, he secretly too

leaving Han-bei housing.

To the south of the Fan Hou prayer house

town, there's one stall selling small meals, the wine in the

the sale received praise from the drinkers, the stall

the Xu Lao-ren. Cuisine for drinking wine sold at Xu Laoren stalls,

no one wears meat, everything from dried fruit and

legumes. The stalls were not large, there were no servants, only owners

warung Xu Lao-ren (old man Xu) who serves, his guests almost

everything is a subscription around, not a concern

people. In the afternoon, Fu Ke-wei performed at the Xu Lao-ren.

Small shop room, there are only six dining tables.

The weather is hot, inside the shop it is very hot and

sultry. He was sitting at one table, one pot of wine, four different plates

nuts for a friend to drink wine, he drinks with

relax, enjoy the food.

At the table to the right, there were two middle-aged old men, two

Once people get old, all diseases appear!

What a sad thing, that's why the two people seemed to

his whole body is diseased, drinking a mouthful of wine must cough twice, not stopping patting the waist and back, so that

pain in the back and waist.

The first big man appeared outside the shop door, then the second,

thirdly. Two ugly old men had no reaction, while drinking direction

while continuing the conversation, his voice was slow, there was no air

there's energy. At the very end, Jin-ba-dou appears with his tall body

large, behind him followed by two people, with faces that were

seriously slowly stepped in.

These two people one is Shuang-jie-shu-sheng Luo

The handsome Wen-jing, the other one is the second young master

from the Li family, handsome-faced with his good looks

arrogant, only twenty-two years old, nicknamed Yumien-el-lang (Second Lord with a pasty face), Li Hoa-rong.

Two bad parents apparently felt the situation

dangerous, they simultaneously put the wine glass and

chopsticks. The three people who reached the side of the table, coldly stopped

step. Jin-ba-dou glanced once at Fu Ke-wei, he knows people

who was in the inn of Fu Tai, who did not know himself against

until getting a lesson. Shuang-jie-shu-sheng Luo Wen-jing despite having seen Fu

Ke-wei, but for a moment did not know him, as a writer who

that day we met at Xian Mountain.

Because at this time makeup Fu Ke-wei, although still in green clothes, even though,

but his lower shirt was pulled up tucked in the waist,

his appearance was exactly like that of a martial artist, not even a hint of student smell.

Fu Ke-wei was indifferent, he lowered his head drinking wine and

eating beans. "You two, no need to pretend anymore." Jin-ba-dou said coldly, though,

"actually, two days ago I investigated you two hiding in Fan Hou's prayer house, sleeping during the day, after moving in the night and then coming back again, sleeping on a pile of grass behind the house of prayer. With the position of the two of you

his name shook the martial world, and honorable, for the sake of

helping friends so life becomes difficult, it is necessary

understandable, also very sad."

The old man whose pair of eyebrows was long, his eyes were small,

turning his face back, from his pair of eyes

looking lethargic and jaded, he laughed faintly, slowly rising to his feet.

"If it's not wrong of you the one who holds the title Ba-fang-du-ti (Land of eight directions)," said the bad-faced old man, "i Bu-fei-khe and Huo-bao-ing take you too lowly, it's not strange to

found traces by you. Oh...! You bring people no

little." little." "Not a little." Jin-ba-dou said coldly, "but you can calm down, I never relied on the crowd to

seeking victory."

"Sure, sure, a fighter high among high fighters, his sword can bring out the sword, whichever it wants

counting on a lot of people to win?"

"This is Shuang-jie-shu-sheng Luo Wen-jing Luo's little brother."

Jin-ba-dou introduces his friend, "one of the Three

The present-day Persilatan World Writer, is a great man in the world

please, the two of you may not feel alien."

"We've long heard of his fame!" said Huobao-ing also got up to his feet, "the back wave of Zhangjiang is pushing the wave ahead of him, in the world of new people replacing old people, the world

the Persilatan belongs to the young, of the Three Worlds

His age at most does not exceed thirty years,

the martial world has no successors."

"This is Li's second young master, Li Hoa-rong, Li's second great master's son."

Jin-ba-dou stalling introduced Li Hoa-rong, "master

second young man, is there anything to talk to them about?"

"Nothing to talk about." Said Li Hoa-rong arrogantly, "yesterday night they felt as parents

committing a crime sending a message, injuring four people, we

must invite them to the house, so that later if

Nan-yang-ba-jie returns home, using a stretcher to report."