Seeing that the Flower Monk was throwing a string of Buddhist beads towards him, Situ Ye immediately used a tree branch as a sword, made a beautiful sword flower, and then immediately stabbed at the flying Buddhist beads.
"Crack", there was the sound of a branch breaking, and the string of rosewood Buddhist beads fell on the snow, and the two men fought to a draw.
Hua Qingcheng, who had pulled down her blindfold to watch the fight, was simply astonished by this ancient martial arts. While this Hua Heshang was formidable, her Erlang was equally impressive! It was a pity that Erlang didn't use a weapon that suited her, otherwise the match might not have ended in a draw...
"Amitabha!"
"The Tian Family Swordsmanship is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
Wu Chen graciously put his hands together and bowed to Situ Ye, then picked up the string of rosewood Buddhist beads on the ground, patted the snow on it, and then walked towards Hua Qingcheng.
"Good sister, brother, I'm back!"
Wu Chen had just put the Buddhist beads back on Hua Qingcheng's neck when he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist. He looked up and saw a man in red flying towards him using light skills.
The man was dressed in a red robe, and possessed a captivating face that captivated everyone. His black hair, tied up high, danced in the wind. Beneath his slanted brows, a pair of narrow, alluring, almond-shaped eyes were captivating and captivating, captivating enough to captivate anyone with just one glance.
"Who are you?"
"What do you want to do to my little wife?"
Han Yichen's face was full of anger and he looked at Wu Chen with full vigilance.
Seeing this bald man actually touching his wife, Han Yichen threw a small stone at his wrist.
Besides, is "good sister" the proper name for a bald monk to address his young wife? Han Yichen's eyes turned increasingly hostile towards Wuchen.
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