"Ding Jian, you said that guy beat you with one move?" Hei Baizi asked in surprise.

"Yes, he didn't even draw his sword." Ding Jian bowed and replied.

"We have no grudges and grudges with him. Besides, we have all retired from the world. What is he doing when he comes to us?" Dan Qingsheng frowned, mainly because he was worried that someone would disturb him from drinking.

"Maybe I really want to communicate sword skills with our brothers." Tu Bi Weng said absent-mindedly. His fingers were on the table and he didn't know what was written.

"The fourth brother, you go and meet him first." Huang Zhonggong said with a final say.

"Okay." Dan Qingsheng nodded and stood up and came out with Ding Jian.

After Shi Lingwei lost, he did not serve Changle.

He could only close his eyes and pretend to sleep in the room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Changle opened his eyes.

"I wonder why this expert from the Huashan Sect was looking for trouble for our four friends in Meizhuang." Dan Qingsheng said fiercely as soon as he arrived.

"I heard that the four masters of swordsmanship are just trying to practice swordsmanship, and they have no other intentions." Changle said with a smile, "Can you start?"

"Arrogant!" Dan Qingsheng said angrily.

After he finished speaking, he drew his sword directly. Dan Qingsheng's sword technique was called the Spoiling Ink and Si Sword Technique.

Once the sword technique is used, it is like wiping ink, making it difficult to guard against.

"Sword technique is sword technique. If you want to integrate the painting technique into the sword technique, you think it is beautiful, but the sword technique is really ugly." Changle still didn't use the bamboo beside him after saying that.

He just made a sword with his fingers, breaking the sword with his fingers.

The purple air tangles on the sword, break the sword first and then break the enemy.

Dan Qingsheng looked at the two slender fingers in his throat. Such fingers would be very beautiful if they were painted.

He still remembers his paintings between life and death, and is also a fool.

"I lost." Dan Qingsheng said dejectedly. "My third brother has already integrated calligraphy into the sword, and he will definitely be shocked by that time."

"I won't eat it." Changle said angrily. He didn't even give him saliva, so what should he eat.

Dan Qingsheng returned to the back hall, and the three of them knew that he had lost, just by looking at his appearance.

"How is that person's sword technique?" Hei Baizi asked hurriedly.

"I lost in one move, and I didn't see any sword technique." Dan Qingsheng said with a wry smile and shook his head. "He said I was extremely ugly in integrating the painting skills into sword technique."

"Well? This person has such knowledge, so let me meet him." Tu Biweng stood up and said.

They still didn't mean to serve tea for Changle. They were really a little thirsty when they ate it salty in the morning.

After a while, the Du Biweng held a judge's pen made of fine steel, which was one foot and six inches long. The tip of the pen was not stainless steel, but a bunch of wool pen tips that had been glued to ink.

The ink is also made of special materials. It can leave a mark as long as it touches people's skin. It cannot be washed or cut by the knife. Therefore, the most troublesome thing among the four friends in Meizhuang when facing the enemy is the Tu Biweng. During the battle, he always draws a fork on people's face or writes a few poems.

Today, the sparse and ink on his pen tip was obviously stained with ink.

"Let's start!" Tu Biweng didn't say nonsense to Changle either.

"Okay." Changle picked up the bamboo beside him. The ink was really disgusting.

Tu Biweng's brushwork is all learned from calligraphy. He recites poems while taking action:

"General Pei! The great king is in charge of Liuhe, and the fierce general is clearing Jiugai. The war horse is like a dragon and a tiger, how powerful is Tengling!"

Changle's body movements were light and nimble, and he shook his head with a laugh. Just now, the Tu Biweng deliberately wanted to write to his face.

So the bamboo in Changle's hand was filled with purple qi, and the bamboo made a light sound.

"Just fight if you fight! Read Mao's poems!"

The bamboo in Changle's hand thrust hard at the bald man's bald head. He did hold back, otherwise a bamboo would break his celestial cover.

Now there are only blood marks on his bald head.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" The Tu Biweng was so painful that he was thrusting by Changle, and he hurriedly threw the judge in his hand into admit defeat.

"Don't use this ink in the future, it's so disgusting." Changle said to him, "Also, don't you know how to serve a cup of tea!"

The Tubi Weng left, and the tea came up shortly after.

The three of them held back their smiles and looked at Tu Biweng's bald head, "This guy is so too much!"

Dan Qingsheng suddenly felt that there was no need to be sad. He was more sad than having the bald head of the third brother in front of him.

"Brother, I'm afraid I'm not a match for this guy." Hei Baizi was dressed in black, but his face was pale.

He was scheming in his work, and seeing Changle was definitely not a mediocre person, he immediately refused to go out to fight again.

"Second brother, go and meet him. Even if you lose, you can observe his sword skills more and make him competitive. We, the four friends in Meizhuang, can't be really swept by others." Tu Biweng said, enduring the scalp pain.

"Second brother, let's try it. If you lose, just admit defeat, let me deal with him in the end." Huang Zhonggong looked at Hei Baizi and said.

"Okay." Hei Baizi nodded reluctantly.

When the black and white seeds arrived, Changle instructed Ding Jian to add water to his tea.

"Young hero is such a good swordsman. My fourth and third brothers have defeated you." A smile squeezed out on Hei Baizi's face.

"I actually don't really use sword techniques seriously. You four friends in Meizhuang are so disappointing." Changle took a big sip of tea and grinned when he was scalded.

The black and white pieces took out a chessboard made of iron. The chessboard was cast by a magnet and could suck away iron weapons.

However, when he saw the bamboo in Changle's hand, he felt a little dissatisfied. He felt that Changle would suffer a great loss in the end.

"Young hero, I can't even cut through my chessboard-like sword. If you use a bamboo, I may take advantage of you. Or I will find a sword for you." Hei Baizi said insidiously. If he really uses the sword, he wouldn't be sucked away by his magnet.

"Who said that my bamboo can't break your chessboard? Just try it." Changle put down the teacup, picked up the bamboo and said.

"Young man is really arrogant!" Hei Baizi knew that fighting was like a chess game, and always liked to take the lead.

He holds the chessboard in one hand and his fingers together with both hands.

Suddenly the temperature in the room became colder. He practiced the Tianxuan Finger. The internal power operation can make water condense into ice in summer.

He attacked with both fingers, and when Changle fought back with bamboo, he used a chessboard to resist.

Occasionally, he would shoot hidden weapons made of chess pieces, implying murderous intent.

Changle picked up all the chess pieces he flew back, but they were blocked by the chessboard in his hand.

"Your chessboard is really a hindrance." Changle said with a smile.

"If the young hero feels that the trouble is in the way, you can smash the bamboo in your hand." Hei Baizi said with a laugh. He felt that he could not win now, at least it was not that easy to lose.

"What a cute guy." Changle smiled.

The bamboo suddenly turned dark purple

Changle slashed it with bamboo!

"Who said that bamboo cannot break your chessboard?" Changle put away the bamboo.

As soon as he finished speaking, the top of the chessboard that connected to the black and white pieces was cut in half by Changle.
Chapter completed!