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Just as Liu'er was hesitating, someone came out from the back of the hall. The person was about forty years old. He was tall, slender, and had bright eyes. His eyebrows were neatly trimmed and of the same length, like two sharp swords. His pure white clothes were neat and clean without even the slightest crease or blemish. He held a foot long scissors in his right hand and was playing with it with interest. His ten fingers were slender and powerful. Each of his fingers was adorned with a silver-white thimble, as if they were going to be sewn up at any time.

Liu'er looked at him and thought to herself, "This Duan Wuyun really does care about people." Duan Wu Village slowly walked past and when he passed by the white linen cloth that had been dirtied by Liu'er, he frowned slightly. He then looked at the silk cloth that was dyed red by the shop assistant's blood, sighed and shook his head, "Ah! Who did they offend? for no reason at all. " As he spoke, he reached out and slapped the table, causing the cloth to slightly vibrate. Following that, the scissors on his right hand flew out. With two "cha-cha" sounds, Duan Wucun retracted the scissors. When he looked at the cloth again, it had already been cut off, and he had just cut off all the dirty parts.

Those pieces of cloth were compressed to a great degree that it was extremely compact. Duan Wucun's one slap only caused the cloth to create tiny cracks. However, he had already put the scissors in his hand into the tiny crack, and in the blink of an eye, he had cut four to five separate pieces of cloth. The exquisite movements of his hands rendered everyone speechless.

Liu'er was also shocked. "This shopkeeper is really amazing. No wonder he's called 'one cut'." Before he could reply, he heard Duan Wucun speak again, "The brocade can be used as a birthday suit, it can't be any better. This young master was wearing hemp clothes when he was alive. As he spoke, he lifted his feet and took the dark green brocade off. Liu'er secretly admired him before, but after hearing what he said, she became angry in her heart: "Longevity clothes? You are trying to take my life! "It really is vicious!" He said angrily, "I didn't say it was a birthday suit!"

Duan Wucun laughed, "Young master, I, Duan Wucun, am a tailor. I can tell with a glance what kind of clothes you should be wearing. Listen to me, I've already ordered a longevity jacket, so that I don't have to wear any clothes when I die. " Liu'er said angrily: "You are a tailor, not a fortune-teller. How do you know I am going to die?" I think you should prepare yourself some life clothes! " Duan Wucun smiled sinisterly. "Sure, sure!" "After I finish measuring my body, I will make another set for myself." Before he could finish his sentence, the metal scissors in his hand suddenly opened up, like an iron mouth of a crocodile, and pierced toward Liu'er's neck. He then heard Duan Wuxiu say, "Let me measure this young master's neck first!"

Liu'er was furious and thought, "It's best if you make the first move!" He then replied, "Okay!" He hurriedly dodged to the left, dodging the sharp shears. His right hand shot out and grabbed towards Duan Wuxiu's wrist. Then he said, "Boss Duan's hand is slightly trembling. I'll help you stabilize it!" Seeing his figure flashing away and dodging his sword strike like a ghost, Duan Wuji was astonished in his heart. "I didn't expect this stinking kid to have some ability!" I didn't mention my name to him. How did he know my name was Duan? I think he must have come prepared! " With a flip of his wrist, he held the scissors upright, pressing it down, and cut towards Liu'er's left arm. He said, "Young master, do not move recklessly, your hands are very steady. and then measure the arm length a few feet. "

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged four or five blows. It turned out that the technique Wu Cun had used was a self-created set of "metering iron scissors". Ever since he was a child, he had enjoyed sewing. Naturally, he used scissors to mend them. The tailor took care of his clothes from top to bottom, first his neck, then his shoulders, arms, chest and so on. Duan Wucun fused his iron-sheared hand into the measuring coat. The positions of these clothes were all important parts of a person's body. This set of "clothes measuring iron shears" by Duan Wucun was an extraordinary and swift martial skill.

Liu'er had never seen this kind of martial arts before, but seeing him cut and attack vital points, she didn't dare to neglect it. Surprised and angry: "I did not expect a pair of scissors to have such a sharp momentum. Although this person's martial arts is good, he doesn't leave a single person alive, and his heart is extremely vicious. " He wanted to kill his spirit. Just as Liu'er was pondering, Duan Wucun's pair of shears suddenly flew towards her shoulders. The two blades merged into one and pierced towards her neck like a thick, short blade. It was precisely the "horizontal shears" move. Liu'er's left arm shot out to block his right bowl, preventing him from stabbing forward. He then pinched his right hand and pointed at his ribs.

Duan Wucun's move, "Horizontal shoulder", with a follow-up move, was to move his shoulder horizontally all the way to his arm. If they were struck by that technique, one of their arms would lose all strength and they would be like trash. Seeing the sharp point piercing through, Duan Wucun didn't expect that even though Liu'er blocked it with her palm and produced a huge force, he still couldn't pierce through even half a centimeter. Before he made his first move, his second move suddenly came to a halt. This move was only halfway there, so he couldn't use it any further. Duan Wucun originally wanted to change his move, but he didn't expect that in the middle of his defense, there would actually be an attack aimed at his ribs.

Extremely shocked, Duan Wucun could only pull the iron shears back about an inch. Then, he used strength in his fingers and opened the shears, aiming it at Liu'er's right wrist, in an attempt to force him to pull back his finger. When Liu'er saw the cold gleam on the scissors, her wrist would definitely be cut off. She didn't dare to fight recklessly and wanted to withdraw her hand. However, Duan Wucun's technique was used from top to bottom like a measuring suit. After measuring his shoulder, it should be a chest or an arm. As a result, his moves had been thrown into disarray, and his underlings had been slowed down by a little bit. Liu'er withdrew her palm halfway. Suddenly, she saw that his moves were a bit sluggish. She regretted in her heart, "If I hadn't let him go, I would have restrained him by now!"

If he were to move his finger forward, where would he find the time to do so? In a moment of desperation, his fingers suddenly grew hot and true qi gushed out of his body. With a 'pu' sound, his zhenqi pierced a small hole through Duan Wucun's lower part of his white shirt. Duan Wucun had forced his son's right palm to retreat. He had wanted to prick him with the scissors, but he didn't expect his son's internal force to be so terrifying that he could spit it out at the tip of his finger. He was shocked and hurriedly turned around. He heard the sound of "cha-cha" and then jumped back. He saw that Liu'er was no longer approaching so he looked at his clothes in panic.

It turned out Liu'er had never learned any kind of palm or finger technique. Her kung fu was not very strong, and she only relied on her strong inner force to counter other people's attacks. However, this was a response to a profound and profound martial art: 'No strikes, no strikes, no strikes'. If he had learned palm techniques or fist techniques, he would have to face his opponent in accordance with his own moves. Even if his inner force was stronger, his moves would inevitably have different levels. But he didn't know any moves at all, nor did he want to break other people's moves. He only wanted to block other people's moves and then take the opportunity to counterattack.

He had instinctively thought that Duan Wucun would have the opportunity to strike back at him, so he had moved forward without thinking. However, it was also because of Duan Wucun's iron shears that he was stunned in midair. In the blink of an eye, the zhenqi gathered in Liu'er's fingers seemed to have nowhere to go. He felt his fingers heat up and suddenly remembered the little person on the stone wall in Lady Qingyang's secret chamber. Only then did his zhenqi spurt out.

Fortunately, he couldn't use his zhenqi to pierce through Duan Wu Village's clothes, so it didn't injure him.