When Wang Fu finally arrived within a hundred steps of the young man, Wrist Ghost, who was still holding onto the hilt of his saber, saw the young man casually toss away the willow branch in his hand. Without making the slightest movement, the willow branch above the young man's head suddenly straightened, snapped, and fell rapidly to the ground. Coincidentally, the young man caught it with one hand.
Wang Fu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
It was not only a show of goodwill, but also a show of weakness.
Wang Fu was different from many top masters in that he had never set foot in Martial Emperor City in his life.
After he became famous in his prime, he didn't have the title of "Ghost of the Wrist" at that time. Instead, he had the title of "Wang Bu Si", which was mixed with praise and criticism. This was because he would kill anyone he encountered, and the one who survived would always be him, Wang Fu. He would never provoke an enemy who could kill him, so in this life, Wang Fu had never lost even once. Even though he had been close to Chai Qingshan for many years, the two of them had never once exchanged martial skills. For more than ten years, Wang Fu had rarely used his saber. But ten years ago, there was a time in Jianghu when he was still carrying the "Cough Bead", one of the ten most famous sabers in the world, against a young man, he still retreated without a fight. Not long after that, not only did Wang Fu know who that young man who didn't carry a sword or a saber was, it could be said that the whole world knew. The Peach Blossom Sword God, Deng Taia!
This time, Wang Fu still did not care about the face of top masters and martial arts seniors, and chose not to use his saber.
It was not that he thought he had no chance of winning, but once he used his saber, it would be a fight to the death.
The two of them met by chance, and there was no irreconcilable hatred between them. If he was facing Gu Jiantang, then the old man would have the impulse to fight regardless of life and death.
After all, those who practiced the sword all wanted to climb over Đồng Thái's mountain, and those who practiced the saber were Gu Jiantang. As for those who practiced martial arts in general, no one should have the wishful thinking of defeating Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Fu did not believe that Wang Xianzhi only died at the hands of the young King Xu.
Wang Fu stood where he was, feeling a little depressed. There were too many young masters in Jianghu. Many of them had died at his hands, but they were like weeds that grew again when the spring breeze blew.
The young master that he had underestimated earlier didn't push his luck either. Instead, he twirled the willow branch between his fingers. It didn't seem like he would take the initiative to shake hands and make peace.
It was as if he was waiting for Wang Fu to take the initiative to attack.
This junior who popped out of nowhere was too arrogant!
Wang Fu's thoughts fluctuated several times, but he did not pull out the Guangling saber at his waist.
If he really had to fight to the death, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't bring along his Cough Pearl Knife.
Song Li rode forward and came to Wang Fu's side. This extremely daring general had a complicated expression as he slowly said, "No wonder this young master is unwilling to pay attention to me."
The cool breeze blew gently, and the dense willow leaves made the shade of the tree seem deep. The young man didn't say anything.
Song Li smiled, "Since young master has made a move, I'm not a fool who won't turn back until I hit the south wall. As long as those two women are in the Guangling Taoist Realm east of Shuzi County, I will promise them a safe journey. How about it?"
Song Li couldn't see the face of the man under the shade, but Wang Fu, who was facing a great enemy, saw it clearly. That guy had a faint smile, but it was especially playful.
Song Li tilted his head, then suddenly lifted the reins, turned the horse around, and faced the hundreds of elite light cavalry soldiers. He raised his arm, indicating that they should retreat.
Although Wang Fu's five fingers left the hilt of his saber, he didn't turn around. His body retreated.
After the cavalry had gone some distance, Liang Meigong looked at the bleeding wound on General Song Li's cheek. It was a ghastly sight.
Liang Meigong carefully asked, "General, should we mobilize a thousand cavalry to encircle this person?"
Song Li didn't nod, but asked Wang Fu, "Elder Wang, is a thousand cavalry enough?"
Wang Fu sneered, "A thousand cavalry to kill a wooden stake that doesn't move. No matter how hard the stake is, it's probably enough. After all, no matter how many masters there are in the world, there aren't many immortals like Li Chungang. But do you think that guy will stand still and fight a thousand of our cavalry? "
Song Li didn't fly into a rage out of humiliation. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Why don't we use all three thousand cavalry and ask Elder Wang to block that person's retreat?"
Wang Fu sneered, "Is it worth it for two women of unknown origins? Even if we take a step back, the identities of those two Northern women are probably not simple. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble after eating them? This isn't like the blood on your face that can be wiped off just because you want to. "
Song Li sighed, "That's right."
Wang Fu probably also realized that he had lost his composure. He shouldn't have taken advantage of his seniority in front of Song Li. He took out the exquisite porcelain bottle that was filled with crushed spices and sniffed it hard. With an amiable expression, he said, "Our Emperor still has to worry about Cao Qingyi and be on tenterhooks, afraid that he will suddenly appear at his bedside one day. General Song, This Old Man knows that you didn't care much about the power of Jianghu in the past and only treated it as raising cats and dogs for fun. However, there are some words that weren't easy to say in the past, but now you can say it. Everyone says that when a man gets angry, blood will splash ten steps away. Perhaps there will be people who will ask why Cao Changqing was unable to break into the Imperial Palace so many times, and why the Xu family still died of old age after slaughtering their enemies all over the world. This wasn't because the masters of Jianghu were useless, but because Great Peace City not only had Han Diaosi and Liu Hao Shi, but now there was a large group of gatekeepers led by the Wu family's Sword Tomb. Beiliang was no exception. Xu Yanbing, Yuan Zuozong, which one of them wasn't a match for ten thousand people? In the end, it's a matter of whose virtue is one foot high and whose devil is ten feet high. In these twenty years, there have been too many masters who didn't follow the rules and didn't cherish their lives. They all died, not at the hands of armored soldiers, but at the hands of other masters. "
Speaking of this, Wang Fu, who was under his wrist, joked, "Does General Song want This Old Man to be like a concubine servant girl, guarding your room day and night? Even if This Old Man is willing, General Song's wives won't be. "
Song Li gently pressed his thumb on the wound and smiled.
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