I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

Han Xu released his consciousness, which soon covered the entire mansion.

In the shadow of the rockery, there was clearly a figure hiding, and judging from the figure, it was a woman.

She hid in the shadows, her breathing almost stopped, and her breath was suppressed to the lowest level. She should have been hiding here for a while.

"It's so well hidden, no wonder Qing'er and the others can't find it." Han Xu sighed secretly. This person's cultivation level is similar to that of Qing'er and the other three, but his method of concealing his breath is very clever, so it's no wonder they couldn't find it.

"Master Ben is back!" Han Xu pretended not to notice and shouted.

Hearing the voice, Qing'er, Bai Yiyi and Nishang came out quickly.

"Master!" The three bowed slightly and saluted Han Xu.

Han Xu walked inside with his left arm around Bai Yiyi and his right hand around Nishang.

Seeing this, the woman hiding in the shadows secretly scolded Han Xu for being lustful, which was worse than the description in the intelligence.

"It's really a beast." Seeing Han Xu teasing Bai Yiyi and Nishang all the way, the woman's disgust for Han Xu reached the limit.

"Today, Miss Ben insists on teaching you a shameless person."

Hugging left and right, Han Xu passed the small garden without knowing it, and saw the rockery was not far in front of him.

"I can really hold my breath." When Han Xu was thinking that the woman could hold back her hand, there was a strange movement in the air.

There was a slight sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the air, and the faces of the three women changed. Nishang was the first to react. She stopped in front of Han Xu with one step, and with a flick of her right hand, she threw a cold light.

The cold light collided with a hard object and disappeared with a bang.

Immediately, there were two sounds of metal landing on the bluestone slab.

"Master, be careful, there are assassins!"

Nishang came to the front step by step, Bai Yiyi stood by Han Xu's side, and Qing'er stood behind Han Xu.

This is completely a subconscious reaction of the three of them, obviously they have already simulated how to deal with this situation.

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous sounds of breaking through the sky, Nishang waved his arms, leaving afterimages on the arms, and countless hidden weapons poured out.

In an instant, the sound of ping-pong-pong sounded throughout the yard, and sparks could be seen everywhere.

The confrontation between the two came and went quickly, but within five breaths, the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Nishang's expression was extraordinarily dignified, and he still held two flying needles in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

In the darkness, there was a soft cry.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness, walking over step by step.

Han Xu was also a little surprised when he looked at the black shadow.

It's not because of anything else, but the technique used by this unexpected guest is exactly the eight-armed **** that Nishang practiced.

"Who's here?" Nishang asked, her hands crossed in front of her, her expression full of vigilance.

She also saw this person's skills, and she was surprised, but the strict training since childhood kept her absolutely calm.

"I still want to ask, who are you? Where did you learn it from, you eight-armed Yama?" As soon as the woman opened her mouth, she questioned Nishang, her tone so condescending.

"You answer her question first." At this time, Han Xu said.

Without thinking about it, the woman said: "Shut up, you are a waste who only hides behind women."

"Presumptuous!" The three girls couldn't tolerate others insulting Han Xu. When they were about to make a move, they were stopped by Han Xu.

Han Xu looked at the woman in black with bright eyes. Although she was covering her face, her tight night gown still exposed her perfect figure.

Seeing Han Xu's gaze like a hungry wolf, the woman took a step back involuntarily, and scolded, "You son of a bitch, where are you looking!"

In shame and anger, she exposed her Xishu accent.

"Little sister, are you from Xishu?" Han Xu said frivolously, and when he heard her accent, Han Xu guessed her identity.

The girl didn't hide anything, and carelessly tore off the black scarf covering her face, revealing a delicate face, which was not inferior to the three girls around Han Xu.

Han Xu sighed secretly, not knowing whether she was stupid or confident in herself, she exposed herself in the enemy camp like this.

The woman didn't have the consciousness of being in danger at all, and she still looked arrogant, and said condescendingly: "You apprentice, keep looking around, be careful that this girl will gouge out your eyeballs."

"Listen well, this girl is Tang Yurou, an inner disciple of the Tang Sect in Xishu, and she came to Wangcheng this time mainly to investigate the murder of her disciple Tang Yu."

Han Xu was stunned when he heard this, thinking that this Tang Yurou was really innocent, she must be the type of a young lady who was well protected by the sect, and had no experience in traveling the world.

Han Xu said: "Why did you come to me to investigate Tang Yu's case, and you came here as soon as you came, and you even chose to come quietly on a dark and windy night. Could it be that you were impressed by my suave young master and wanted to do it?" My young master's maid?"

"Honestly speaking, based on your qualifications, it's hard for me to like you, but if you insist, I can't help but accept you. You will always do things like pounding your legs and warming the bed." .”

"You bastard, I'll kill you!"

A few simple words from Han Xu completely enraged Tang Yurou. She jumped up with a coquettish cry, and the hidden weapon shot at her like flying sand and stones.

"Idiot!" Han Xu didn't move, his expression was calm.

Before the hidden weapons reached his side, Nishang almost used her same movement to knock down all the hidden weapons.

After another fight, Tang Yurou also calmed down a bit. She looked at Nishang and said, "Where did you learn my Tang Sect's skills?"

She was shocked, because the eight-armed Yama, as an extraordinary skill, is also considered an upper-level skill in the Tang Sect, and non-inner disciples cannot practice it.

Moreover, the Tang Sect's skills have always been forbidden to be passed on to outsiders, so Tang Yurou didn't even have time to sneak in today when she saw Nishang unleash the eight-armed Yama.

"You don't care." Nishang said coldly.

"Hmph, you are not a disciple of the Tang Sect, but you practice the Tang Sect Kungfu, and the result is only one word~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and that is death." Tang Yurou said coldly, her eyes full of murderous intent.

"Shut up!" At this moment, Han Xu couldn't bear it any longer, and yelled directly, "Tang Yurou, this is my house, you broke in for no reason, if you don't tell me something, you won't be able to leave today safely .”

"Just because of you guys, I want to keep this girl!" Tang Yurou obviously didn't pay attention to the people in front of her, even though she was in the enemy's den, she was fearless.

Before coming here, Tang Yurou felt that she had done enough homework and found out the details of the people around Han Xu. Apart from the extraordinary Lin Feng, there was only one trash who couldn't cultivate and three brothel courtesans.

Lin Feng was already held back, so there were only three oirans left who could be by Han Xu's side.

As for these three people, according to the information, they are all at the sixth rank, but Tang Yurou has already stepped into the seventh rank, even if they are only one rank higher, they are still in the upper third rank.

There are nine ranks of warriors, every third rank is a tier, and there is a huge gap in strength.

This is why Tang Yurou can be confident, even in the face of the siege of three sixth ranks, she has the confidence to retreat unscathed.

Han Xu showed a playful smile and said, "Tie it up, send it to my young master's room to warm the bed!"

Just as Tang Yurou was about to get angry, her expression suddenly changed.

A zither sound came to mind, and Qing'er, who had been standing behind Han Xu, made a move.

Qipin!