Mirroring the changes

"Split Light and False Shadows!" Qu Huanbo blurted out these four words, which immediately attracted the attention of several people at the same table.

Near his left, a monk with a thin figure like a bamboo pole picked up a peanut that fell on the table, put it into his mouth and asked: "Sir, I wonder what this move of splitting light and distorting shadows is?"

Qu Huanbo raised his wine glass and took a sip, then responded: "Split Light and False Shadows, I haven't seen anyone use it for many years."

"This move is the unique skill of the Lieguang Pavilion in Southern Xinjiang."

"It requires extremely high talent to practice it."

"Many years ago, the Lieguang Pavilion had a sword master who could split seven human figures in an instant, and killed three demon saints of the demon clan with one move, shocking the world for a while . "

"But later, he was like a flash in the pan, and never appeared again."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I would see such exquisite swordsmanship in Southern Xinjiang. It really opened my eyes."

As soon as Qu Huanbo finished speaking, the cultivator on the opposite side was suddenly stunned, and then asked in surprise: "Splitting light... wrong shadow?"

"Is it related to the 'Shadow Sword Demon' of the previous dynasty?"

"It is said that the 'Shadow Sword Demon' of the previous dynasty can transform one shadow into ten shapes, and one sword into thousands."

"It is indeed similar to "Splitting Light and Wrong Shadow."

Ding Ding Dang Dang~

The three of them fought in a group.

Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao were more and more frightened as they fought.

The two were outstanding talents in Southern Xinjiang after all.

At this time, two people were fighting against one, and they were still unknown little people, but they were in danger again and again.

Miao Yuanzhou's lightsaber was suitable at the right time, and the two figures sometimes intertwined and sometimes changed.

One sword shadow turned into two, and two turned into four.

It was clearly Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao fighting two against one, but they seemed to be surrounded by Miao Yuanzhou.

They turned the encirclement into a breakout.

Bu Hengqiu dodged a sword shadow, and his heart tightened. He used the movement technique, picked up a dice, and hit Miao Yuanzhou's figure.

At the same time, he shouted secretly: "One for each person!"

Although Bu Hengqiu was sometimes a bit dandy, he was from an extraordinary family and had a solid cultivation.

After a few moves, he had discovered some clues.

Miao Yuanzhou separated two figures, one real and one virtual.

But the two can be transformed into each other.

So there is no fixed number of real and fake.

Only when the two attack at the same time, even if the opponent uses a trick to transform, he can only be hit.

Hongmao heard this and immediately understood.

"Okay!"

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, dodged the swords and used means to counterattack.

Hongmao's hand changed, and a judge's pen appeared.

This pen has a green head and a red handle, which is very simple and seems to be rusty.

But as the spiritual energy is injected, a mysterious light shines on the pen body, and the rust-like color instantly changes.

The judge's pen that was dirty just now is directly refreshed.

It is still a green head and a red handle, but it seems to have been polished.

A layer of "star map" also appears on the pen body.

"Dian Cang Star Pen!"

As soon as this pen came out, a cultivator recognized it immediately.

The Dian Cang Star Pen is the treasure of the Dian Cang Sect that has been passed down from generation to generation.

I didn't expect that Master Cangsong would be willing to take out this pen.

While everyone was astonished, Bu Hengqiu on the other side was also unwilling to be lonely.

Qinghong Villa has been operating gambling houses for generations.

In terms of wealth, it is not wrong to say that it is rich enough to rival a country.

And the most talked-about thing about Qinghong Villa is its "richness", especially the endless emergence of rare magic weapons.

In the previous competition, Bu Hengqiu carried the "Three Talents Spiritual Dice" and the "Silver Sorrow Sword" with him.

Both magic weapons are rare treasures.

Later, the Three Talents Spiritual Dice lost to the bearded boss when gambling on stones, and came to Li Chen.

But the Silver Sorrow Sword has been in his hand all the time, accompanying him all the time.

At this time, Miao Yuanzhou has already separated more than a dozen sword shadows.

And the Silver Sorrow Sword has a cold sword light, and every time it is cut, it will fall a sword shadow.

But even so, the opponent's sword shadows are still generated continuously.

Bu Hengqiu felt more and more tired, and at this time he saw Hongmao's Dian Cang Xingchen Pen, and he was sure in his heart, and something appeared in his hand.

It was a golden copper coin.

As soon as it appeared, it was covered with a layer of colorful colors.

It turned around.

The sound was clear and pleasant.

Just when everyone was wondering about the origin of this thing, the old man in the inn next to him said "Huh" lightly.

This immediately caused the contempt of the monks: "You old man are pretending, and those who don't know would think that you recognize the origin of this thing."

"Haha, how is it possible? Even we have no clue, how can this old man recognize it?"

The old man didn't reply, but just nodded with a smile to express his apology.

"I think what Bu Shao said is right. This old man is rustic. What black shop is simply nonsense."

"Haha, and braised human head..."

"Half of the loess is buried up to the neck. I'm afraid he can't even lift the knife."

"Hahaha."

"Old man, give me a portion of braised human head on the table."

"Haha..."

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed wildly.

But at this moment, the laughter that was slightly loud just now stopped abruptly.

Everyone was curious and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

The laughing disciple of Qinghong Villa slightly grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

His eyes were full of contempt, and he saw everyone looking at him.

He was obviously stunned.

It seemed that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He raised his hand and touched his neck.

There was a red spot on his hand.

Soon his vision gradually blurred, and the whole world was rolling.

A faint "sizzling" sound came from his ears.

Silence, complete silence.

It was completely different from the noise just now.

The monks looked at the head rolling on the ground, and then looked at the headless corpse that was still sitting upright, all with horror in their eyes.

The old man was still standing by the old dining table, wiping it repeatedly and seriously.

It seemed that he had never moved from beginning to end.

Who was it?

When?

Gulp.

You could hear a pin drop in the whole inn.

All this was too coincidental.

The unlucky guy just ordered a "braised human head", and the next moment it was split into two pieces.

It was equivalent to ordering himself as a dish.

This old man... was not lying!

At least he was very good at handling ingredients!

For a moment, no one in the inn dared to move.

Even Miao Yuanzhou, Bu Hengqiu and Hongmao, who were fighting just now, stopped fighting at the same time.

"You...are you really a black shop?!"

Bu Hengqiu was crying. How unlucky was he? Why did he always pick the most powerful one when he could offend anyone else?

Just by the fact that the old man cut off the man's head without anyone noticing, he knew that this man was extraordinary.

But the old man laughed.

"Three little guys, it's not okay to cheat with the old man."

After saying that, he walked up to Bu Hengqiu, stepped forward and pinched the copper coin, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it for a while, and flicked his fingers.

Golden light floated on it, and a clear sound came.

The old man grinned, and the wrinkles on his face twisted into a ball.

"Hehe, this copper coin of the guest is just right for a dish of 'braised human head'."

As soon as these words came out, Bu Hengqiu's face turned pale.

This was a threat.

"Old man, this copper coin is yours, so you don't have to serve the food."

The implication was that he was using the copper coin to buy his life.

The old man took the copper coin and said sternly, "That won't work."

"If you spend money, you have to eat the food."

"If you don't eat it, you look down on my cooking skills."

After saying that, he picked up the head on the ground and walked towards the kitchen.

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