"Chen Wangyun won't wake up before noon tomorrow, right?" Tang Wanao asked coldly, and behind him was a "sword" with a strange oil paint on his face.

"It was the Xiaoyun brothers themselves who asked for it. Tang Chuxia stood in the morning light, the morning breeze blew, like a fairy, and said lightly: "Xiaoyun knows what kind of opponent he has to face at noon, he tossed all night, and then he can't take a good rest, how can he deal with such an opponent, he knows that he has worries in his heart, and he can't rest well, so he asked me to drug him to help him sleep peacefully." ”

"Very good!" Tang Wanao's eyes flashed with a rare trace of cunning, and said: "Tang Chuxia, I, Tang Wanao, have never asked for help, even if I haven't said a soft word to Mr. Big, but today I ask you for one thing, although I will do it whether you agree to this matter or not, but with your help, this matter will come much easier." ”

Tang Wanao's style Tang Chuxia has long heard of it, although the Tang Sect in Shuzhong is like a cloud, but no one dares to say a "no" word to this young man, even if it is the real master of the Tang Sect now, Mr. Tang Da can only coax this arrogant genius boy everywhere, he now said the word "ask", the girl's heart immediately felt a huge uneasiness, although she faintly guessed what Tang Wanao wanted, but still asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"Increase the dosage!" Tang Wanao said directly: "I want Chen Wangyun to not wake up all day today!"

"Hehe!" The "sword" behind Tang Wanao smiled: "Then that death-like boy came, and you fought for Chen Wangyun, isn't it? This is really a good way, why didn't I think of it? But I'm afraid your wishful thinking is about to fail." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Jian smiled and said: "Even if Miss Tang makes the ghost god boy sleep for a day according to your request, when that young man comes, the person who wants to fight him will not be you, this kind of thing, I will not let you be beautiful!"

"Why are you!" Tang Wanao's eyes already had a murderous aura, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to harm my business, I will kill you first!"

"Okay, I'll wait for your words, draw your sword ......," the sword said defiantly.

"That's enough!" Tang Chuxia interrupted the sword's provocation and said: "I don't know where you come from, I don't know how powerful your swordsmanship is, I haven't even seen your appearance, with your ability, you will never be willing to be a disciple of the Sword Sect in Wanbao Villa, I don't know what kind of reason can make a master like Your Excellency obey the orders of Wanbao Villa, but one thing I can be sure of is that no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, you can't beat my cousin......" He turned his eyes to Tang Wanao, and then said: " This is also what I want to say to you, the master has a move, regardless of victory or defeat, only life and death, this is what you said, you are not completely sure that you can win the sword, right, the enemy has not yet come, do you two have to die first?"

"Alas!" Tang Wanao, a cold and arrogant young man, sighed for the first time in his life, looked up at the gentle sunshine in the distance, and said: "This is my Tang Wanao's oath, a man's oath! On the day I was defeated by Chen Wangyun, I swore that I would kill him with my own hands, and the wisdom of the proud Qingfeng could not be broken in my hands, even if I died, I would fulfill my oath! Except for me, Chen Wangyun could not die in anyone's hands!"

Tang Chuxia hurriedly said: "But, you do this, Brother Xiaoyun ......"

"No, but. Tang Wanao looked at the sword and asked, "In your opinion, what percentage of Chen Wangyun's winning chance is?"

Jian sneered and said: "How many layers are there, I don't think it's even half a layer, he is now in turmoil, how can there be the slightest distraction in the master duel, I don't know how powerful he was before, but now he is simply vulnerable!"

Tang Wanao glanced at Tang Chuxia and said, "Do you understand? Do you want Chen Wangyun to die, or let me fight for him!"

"This ......" Tang Chuxia knew that what Tang Wanao said was true, since he knew that the young man was lifeless and used the long-lost "God Killing Fist" Later, she immediately flew a pigeon to pass a book to Wanbao Villa, investigating all the things about the God Killing Fist, all the news confirmed the horror of this boxing method, as far as killing is concerned, this boxing method is simply a perfect killing technique, and from the perspective of the medical skills she currently masters, it is impossible to save the damage caused by this boxing method, although the Tangmen poison is powerful, but there is still a way to solve it, but this kind of boxing method is not fundamentally unsolvable, it is said to be the "Fist of Death" It is not an exaggeration at all, Xiaoyun's escape from the Black Wind Village is a huge consumption of both physical strength and energy, coupled with the fact that Lian Wusheng took Yan Feijin's name as a bet, Xiaoyun has absolutely no possibility of winning, but she can't make up her mind for a while when it comes to Tang Wanao's request.

"Why can't I fight for Chen Wangyun?" Jian said solemnly: "Miss Tang, haven't you always wondered why I am willing to stay in Wanbao Villa as a disciple of the Sword Sect?" I'll tell you now, it's inconvenient to tell you about my experience of practicing swords, I won't say it until I get a name, after I became a sword, I went around competing with others to prove my swordsmanship, but there are fewer and fewer peers in this world who can match me...... Glancing at Tang Wanao, Tang Wanao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood his experience, and he himself came over like this.

"Three years ago, I found Qin Shaotian of Wanbao Villa, he was reluctant to compete with me at first, but I challenged many times, and asked him to fight in exchange for the secret of my master, he finally agreed, the day I fought with him was a day that I can never forget, I never thought that he would be Su Jianxian's 'October rainstorm', no matter how I attacked, he was dissolved into invisible, but in the same way, he couldn't help me, I fought two for a day, until both of them fell to the ground exhausted, it was a draw. ”

"Is it a rainstorm in October?" A trace of envy flashed in Tang Wanao's eyes, before the competition of the young masters of the capital, Tang Chuxia had taken a few tricks to be right and wrong, and Tang Wanao gave up his qualifications for the competition, he knew that the sword moves that Tang Chuxia had shown him in the practice were just broken skins, how eager he was to see the complete October Rainstorm Sword Technique with his own eyes!

The sword continued: " The next day, I regained my strength and asked Qin Shaotian to fight with me again, but he didn't agree to anything, I threatened him by assassinating the disciple of Wanbao Villa, and he promised that if I could honestly be a disciple of the Sword Sect for five years, he would fight with me again after five years, in the past five years, Qin Shaotian opened all the cheats of Wanbao Villa to me, I don't know what he thinks, but my swordsmanship is getting more and more powerful, but I can't find an opponent who can make me confirm, and I will only be able to fight with Qin Shaotian in two years, Tang Wanao, can you understand what it is like to wait for this？”

"I can understand!" Tang Wanao suddenly felt a sense of pity for this young man who couldn't even see his true face, and said: "How can I not suffer from this taste, although I can understand you, but this duel is mine, and the person who was defeated by the ghost and god boy is me, not you!"

Jian was surprised to see the loneliness and resoluteness in the eyes of this mythical young man, and suddenly raised his hand to throw the wine bottle over, and said, "You drank this wine, I will give it to you!"

"I never drink alcohol!" Tang Wanao said proudly: "But now I drink, respect the sword path we have been pursuing!" After speaking, he took a big sip, the sword wine is too strong to be bad wine, it is simply a great torture for Tang Wanao, who has never drunk, but he still drank it without changing his face, and then said: "The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken! I want to see if it is my sword is fast, or even the lifeless fist is fast!"

"Cousin......" Tang Chuxia said hesitantly: "Is it really good to do this?" Although your sword is fast, in the face of the god-killing fist technique, what if it ...... I mean, just in case...... How can I explain to the elders in Shuzhong!"

"You don't need to explain anything!" Tang Wanao resumed his cold tone again: "Do you have no confidence in my proud Qingfeng, or do you not have confidence in me Tang Wanao...... paused and said, "What if...... In case I really lose to that young man, as I often say, there is no difference between masters, only life and death, I have already lost once, if I lose again, I have no face to live in the world anymore, please do one thing, through the eyes of Wanbao Villa, find the proud senior, and return this proud Qingfeng to his old man. ”

"Is there no other way?" Tang Chuxia's eyes were filled with tears, she knew that Tang Wanao was not completely sure of this duel, but his arrogance, his obsession and his pursuit of extreme swordsmanship made him never give up such a duel, for Xiaoyun, this may be a good thing, but for Tang Wanao, it may be the last battle of this arrogant young man, Tang Chuxia does not want to see this scene happen no matter what.

"Even if there was another way, I wouldn't consider it. Tang Wan Aoping picked up the Proud World Qingfeng and said lightly: "Just today, I want to testify for you and let the world know what the real 'Proud World Qingfeng' is!"