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Chapter 9: Hidden Sword Villa


Yan Qingfeng was taken aback: "Won't it?"

Not only does the gang not approve custom makeup, template makeup, but even the money for celebrity makeup has not been approved?

” Although Zhao Protector was very embarrassed, he still stood in the position of the Giant Whale Gang and said: "Although the gang thinks that this money does not have to be wasted, fortunately, I have won a chance for you to compete in the Hidden Sword Villa in front of the gang leader?"

” Yan Qingfeng's brows couldn't help but lock up: "Hidden Sword Villa?

” "That's right, Tibetan Sword Villa, the competition on swords, whether you can become an instant hit, it depends on your performance at that time!

Xiaoyan, if you are red, don't forget my old Zhao. ” Tibetan Sword Villa, Sima Zongheng, as soon as he hears these eight words, Jiangnan Wulin will be in awe.

It's just that Yan Qingfeng is one of the few people who knows the inside story, and he immediately asked: "Is that Ma Daheng from Goudan Mountain?"

” Few people know that the place of Tibetan Sword Villa used to be called Dog Egg Mountain, and Sima Zongheng's real name was Ma Daheng, so he couldn't make a name for himself in Jiangnan Wulin, until someone pointed out the maze, and the extremely successful name change action coupled with a series of successful hype made Tibetan Sword Villa one of the most mysterious places in the Jianghu martial arts in one fell swoop, and Sima Zongheng also became the top figure on the Jiangnan Martial Arts Road, and even had the opportunity to enter the Hundred Swords League.

It's just that the martial arts are changing with each passing day, although Sima Zongheng has preemptively registered the unique name of Tibetan Sword Villa, but in recent years, there have been countless clans and gangs in the world who have changed their names and surnames, and the competition has become more and more fierce.

As long as the Tibetan Sword Villa is closed for a year and a half, then the people in the rivers and lakes will often forget that there is such a thing as the Tibetan Sword Villa on the Jiangnan Wulin Road.

Sima Zongheng and Tibetan Sword Villa can only have a strong hype every one or two months, but there are so many hot spots and focal points in the world, many times Tibetan Sword Villa can only take out the Chen Sesame Rotten Valley and stir it up again and again, and it can't maintain the heat at all.

For this sudden martial arts competition, the Tibetan Sword Villa attaches great importance to it, the sky is not yet bright, the door of the Tibetan Sword Villa is crowded with more than 100 people who came to see this competition, and there are already six or seven specially invited chief writers, interviewers, and painters on the stargazing floor, either Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes or a know-it-all in the martial arts.

It's just that the focus of their discussion is not this competition, but the issue of carriage and horse fees that they are most concerned about: "How much carriage and horse fees did Sima Zongheng give you this time?"

” "Right, let's count it!

Now they Tibetan Sword Villa is really too disgraceful, not only do they give little money for carriages and horses, but they also often give me white slips, you say that they don't look like words, how can you give me such a big master a white strip!

” "It's good to be able to play a white strip, our side is the main writer who collected the carriage and horse fare, but let me rush over from Hangzhou Mansion overnight, and wanted to find Sima Zongheng to ask for this carriage and horse fare, but the result was that the money has been given to our family chief writer, let me find the chief writer to ask for the carriage and horse fare, which is called how can I talk to him......"

"This is too unusual, go back and write a good job of Hidden Sword Villa in your martial arts rankings, let them know that our pen kills people without blood!"

"Where can I use your pen to kill!"

An interviewer sneered: "I don't think the Tibetan Sword Villa can play tricks anymore, and it will be a matter of years if you continue to toss like this!"

” "Yes, every time it's a martial arts competition, clichés, and if I don't change my tricks, I don't know how to write!"

"Now it has been reduced to the extent of feeding people swords, what Han Xiaoning Han Shaoxia, I have never heard of it!"

"Yes, although the Tibetan Sword Villa is a river and the sun is falling, no matter what, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is still a number one person on the Jiangnan Martial Arts Road, and now any cat and dog can come to the Tibetan Sword Villa to have a martial arts competition and even let Sima Zongheng give him a foil for the green leaves, which is really embarrassing!"

"That's right!

The rivers and lakes pay attention to the right people, if the Tibetan Sword Villa wants to compete in martial arts, how can it compete with the Nangong family, now this Han Xiaoning is not well-known at all, and Sima Zongheng is not at the same level at all!

There was a know-it-all on the rivers and lakes, has anyone heard of his name Han Xiaoning?

” At this time, Yan Qingfeng happened to step down from the boat in front of the Hidden Sword Villa, and he pretended to be chic and said: "In Xia Han Xiaoning, I want to see Sima Zongheng of the Hidden Sword Villa!"

” Although they had no interest in such a dishonest martial arts competition, at this moment, the six or seven chief writers, interviewers, and painters had already turned their eyes to Yan Qingfeng, but they neither picked up the pen nor picked up the drawing board, but they were just a little curious: "This dress seems to be a little interesting?"

” As for how to appear, Yan Qingfeng and Bai Zhichao have practiced dozens of times, but the Giant Whale Gang is not even willing to sponsor the money of a celebrity, so now Yan Qingfeng can only speak for himself.

He was wearing a green shirt that didn't know how much water had been washed, and he had the posture of a down-and-out scholar, which made people feel bright, and a painter has commented: "Now the rivers and lakes are full of Internet celebrity faces, and the dress of such a poor scholar has not been seen for many years, but it can make people's eyes shine......

But whether it is Yan Qingfeng himself or these chief writers, interviewers, and painters, they all know how long this bright spot can last, it depends on Yan Qingfeng's performance next, and the Tibetan Sword Villa also responded for the first time: "Sima Zongheng, may I ask Han Gongzi, what is the purpose of coming to the Tibetan Sword Villa?"

” Yan Qingfeng replied in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes: "Since it is a competition of swords, look at how many famous swords are hidden in the Tibetan Sword Villa!"

” Sima Zongheng had already walked out of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and his eyes were staring at the blue water in front of the village: "Ten years ago, the Tibetan Sword Villa had a famous sword god and ten thousand soldiers, but today the Ten Thousand Swords in the Tibetan Sword Villa are all broken, and there is only the sword in my hand." ” Yan Qingfeng couldn't help but be shocked, he took two steps back: "Could it be that Master Sima Zhuang has reached the point where he has no sword in his heart and a sword in his hand?"

That's impossible!

” Sima Zongheng said generously: "Han Gongzi guessed right, I have indeed reached the point where I have no sword in my heart and a sword in my hand, but Han Gongzi dares to come to the door to compete with me in martial arts, and he must be extraordinary in swordsmanship, so he must be ......."

Sima Zongheng suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Qingfeng, and he exclaimed loudly: "Could it be that Han Gongzi has reached the point where he has no sword in his heart and no sword in his palm?"

” Yan Qingfeng laughed: "Master Sima Zhuang still guessed wrong!"

” It's just that although the dialogue between Yan Qingfeng and Sima Zongheng is extremely exciting, this group of early writers, interviewers, and painters yawns for days, and one of the main writers has already asked: "When will this polite remark come to an end?"