When the blind Taoist appeared, Hu Xin also looked over and said, "Old blind man, are all your fortune tellers flawed? I see there aren't many normal people in your Divine Calculation Pavilion. They're either missing an arm or a leg."

The blind Taoist was a little embarrassed: "Mrs. Song, you are joking. Even if I don't have eyes, I can see things very clearly."

Hu Xin snorted.

Then.

Hu Xin looked at the Bodhisattva Kushuo and said, "You baldy donkey! You're even more shameless than that old blind man. You've lived for over a hundred thousand years, yet you still pretend to be a young novice monk. You haven't even taken the tonsure yet. I'm ashamed for you."

The Buddhist scriptures in Kushuo Bodhisattva's mouth paused for a moment, and after a few breaths, they returned to normal.

"You two, want to fight two against one?"

“Just right!”

"I haven't done any serious work in years. I need to move my knife around, or it'll get rusty."

Boom!

A loud bang!

A big knife hit the ground.

Song Kuang's temper is just like his name, wild! It's just that he has restrained himself a lot in recent years because of his family. But if he really fights, he will be a completely different person, a real madman.

The blind Taoist and Kushuo Bodhisattva were silent for a moment.

to be honest.

They didn't have the confidence to fight two against one.

Knife, domineering!

Every person who practices swordsmanship pays attention to one word: smash!

Great force works miracles!

Unlike kendo, there are basically no rules in sword fighting. Unless you use some special sword techniques, you just pick up the sword and fight.

The Blind Taoist and the Bitter Bodhisattva are not immortals who are good at fighting. If Song Kuang is really angry, he might kill them with a single blow...