Volume 17: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 2) Chapter 378 The Second Disciple
"If you become my disciple, even Shangguan Jinhong can't kill you!"
Shangguan Fei laughed wildly upon hearing this, "You brat , how can I ask my father to kill you? Mr. Zhuge, please deal with Ximen Rou. I will kill this guy!"
Zhuge Gang raised his iron crutch lightly, and hung diagonally on it, in a strange and ugly posture, but he stood very steadily, and there was no flaw on his body.
This was his unique body movement. He had one less leg than others, so he worked harder than others on his body movement. He found a new way and figured out some strange ways.
Shangguan Fei said again: "Yan Shuangfei, you will help Mr. Zhuge!"
In front of the hotel, in the alley, there were many people wearing apricot yellow shirts, but there were only five leaders. Among them, Gao Xingkong had died in his own writing, and Yan Shuangfei was one of the other four.
"Hahaha, today I killed Ximen Rou who was ranked seventh on the Weapon List. One day I will definitely fight with Xiao Li Feidao!"
Yan Shuangfei opened his clothes, and found dozens of red spear heads densely inserted on his chest. Some of them were about one or two feet long, and some were only seven or eight inches long. The red tassels were as red as blood, and looked extremely terrifying.
Before Shangguan Fei made a move against Su Weiyun, Ximen Rou laughed loudly: "Come on if you have the guts."
He moved his wrists, spread his arms, and suddenly swung the whip. The nearly three-meter-long snake whip began to spin around him.
The whip was swung faster and faster, and the dancing circle became smaller and denser, tightly wrapping around him, like a rapidly spinning top.
Yan Shuangfei drew his spear and, with his hands moving non-stop, threw the red tasseled spear head inside.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
In an instant, he had thrown more than twenty flying spears, covering Ximen Rou from above, below, left and right.
Ding, ding, clang, clang!
However, these gun heads were all bounced away by the whip, and some were even broken sideways, falling all over the ground with a loud noise.
The whip was still spinning, with no intention of stopping.
As long as this "Heavenly Spirit Snake Whip" does not stop, Yan Shuangfei's flying spear will never be able to attack Ximen Rou.
Su Weiyun was so absorbed in watching that he suddenly smiled and said, "So you are using a flying spear... The battle between Dayan's flying spear and Little Li's flying knife must be very interesting! Then I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentice."
He moved like a swallow or a crane, even faster than Yan Shuangfei's flying spear. In an instant he passed Shangguan Fei and came in front of Yan Shuangfei.
Yan Shuangfei stared at the smiling swordsman in front of him. He was shocked at first, then he subconsciously drew his gun and threw it.
Su Weiyun was standing only three feet away from him, so it should have been difficult for him to react.
However, he gathered all his strength, retreated quickly, and threw the spear in his hand, but it had no effect on Su Weiyun at all.
After he had thrown all the remaining flying spears in front of his chest, Su Weiyun was still standing in front of him with a smile, still three feet away from him.
However, Su Weiyun now had seven or eight more pistols in his hands, all of which were wrapped in his palms, and he could hardly hold them.
"Why did you throw your flying spear around randomly? Xiao Li's flying dagger never misses its target! Your flying spear misses its target every time. How can you beat Xiao Li's flying dagger?"
Su Weiyun spoke to Yan Shuangfei in a didactic tone and with great earnestness.
Yan Shuangfei was so frightened by the swordsman's movements that he dared not say a word and could only nod stupidly.
Su Weiyun asked, "Are you willing to be my disciple?"
Yan Shuangfei came back to his senses, glanced casually behind Su Weiyun, and immediately responded: "Of course I am willing to be your disciple, but..."
"Just what?"
"But you're going to die soon, what's the point of talking about master and disciple?!"
Yan Shuangfei 's expression suddenly turned ferocious. He quickly stepped back and kicked towards Su Weiyun's chest with both legs.
Just at this moment, two sounds of breaking wind were heard above Su Weiyun's head, and two mother-and-child rings made of refined steel fell on his head, hitting his left and right temples respectively.
It turned out that Yan Shuangfei had already seen Shangguan Fei's sneak attack from behind him, so he wanted to distract his attention and deliberately pretended to be nice.
"Alas, why bother?"
Swish!
Su Weiyun fell backwards, and threw himself down as if he was drunk. He raised his hands high, and seven or eight flying spears were thrown out at once, all hitting Shangguan Fei.
Since he fell down like this, Yan Shuangfei naturally couldn't kick him.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
There was a series of loud noises. It was Shangguan Fei using the double rings in his hands to catch the flying spear and knock it off course.
The flying spear fell, and Shangguan Fei also fell to the side.
But his face looked extremely ugly, because he was hit by a flying gun in each shoulder and two guns in his calves, and bright red blood was flowing out continuously.
He used double rings to catch the gunshots, and although he caught them accurately, he was out of strength when he caught the third one. He had to try his best to avoid the vital parts and let the rest of the guns hit him.
Su Weiyun stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Look, you throw the sticks one by one, but you are not as good as me throwing them handful by handful. Am I qualified to be your master?"
How dare Yan Shuangfei say "no"?
Shangguan Fei took back the rings, hid his hands in his sleeves, and said very slowly: "Yan Shuangfei, you will be his disciple from now on, don't go back to the Jinqian Gang."
He only said a short sentence, but it took him ten full breaths.
"Let's go."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gang immediately escorted Shangguan Fei away with the other people. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the depths of the alley.
They came quickly and left quickly.
Only copper coins were left on the ground. When I counted them carefully, there were exactly forty-nine coins.
Su Weiyun picked up the copper coins one by one and saw four big words written on the front of each one: "Money can communicate with the gods."
"Money can make anything possible. This is true. Shangguan Jinhong used the most vulgar name, but he expressed the truest fact in the world!"
Yan Shuangfei stood by the wall, stunned and at a loss. He didn't dare to leave, but also didn't know what to do.
Ximen Rou walked over slowly, looked at Su Weiyun and said, "Although money can make things happen, there are still things in the world that money can't buy, right?"
Su Weiyun said: "That's right. For example, even money can't buy a good disciple like me !"
Ximen Rou laughed and said, "Your Excellency's martial arts skills are so high, do you still need such a low-level disciple to support you?"
Su Weiyun said: "I didn't want to give in, but unfortunately there is only one year left, so I have to quickly accept an ugly disciple and teach him martial arts well."
Yan Shuangfei, who ranked 46th on the weapon list, was considered a master, but was looked down upon by the two men. However, he had no words to refute.
On the contrary, Ximen Rou was silent for a while after hearing this, and suddenly asked, "One year? You want him to fight against Xiao Li Feidao, are you Su Weiyun who made a three-year agreement with Li Xunhuan?"
"I never thought I was so famous. Even you knew about the three-year agreement."
Ximen Rou sighed, "It's a time of trouble. It really is a time of trouble. It seems that I won't have a place in the martial arts world anymore."
Su Weiyun asked, "Are you going to retire from the martial arts world?"
Ximen Rou bowed solemnly, and flew away, saying, "Farewell!"
"Okay, see you again."
Su Weiyun didn't force it, but walked straight into the small hotel.
Forty-nine copper coins were scattered and placed on the table.
"Give me a plate of peanuts and two ounces of wine. The master will eat the peanuts, and the disciple will drink the wine."
