"Life has been pulled, the tide is ebbed and the tide is rising!"

"There is your far away, that is—heaven!"

In the midst of this cheerful, rhythmic sound.

Li Sanshao waved his long sword, and suddenly felt that he had become a fool.

"I wait, I imagine!"

"My soul has long since broken away!"

"The sound of horses' hooves rises, the horses' hooves fall!oh, yes!"

“oh，yeah……”

When the song "On the Moon" continues to this moment.

Boom!

Li Sanshao couldn't hold back any longer, stuck the green mang upside down on the ground, and directly stopped the attack.

In an instant, the sword qi in the sky disappeared.

The nine afterimages on the earth also completely disappeared.

Quiet!

The audience, death-like, quiet!

At this moment, all the heroes around were shaken!

However!

In this silent cave, the singing of "On the Moon" is still very loud.

In the midst of this song, Wang Chulan danced on the spot, sweating profusely.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Wang Chulan stopped, took out a towel, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Brother Zhang, isn't that your treasured Han Dynasty sweat towel and antique treasure?" said a fat Jianghu suddenly.

"It's true!" Another tall and thin old man was stunned:

"The old man's sweat towel, which is hidden in a wooden box, how did it get into Tian Boguang's hands?"

"Brother Zhang, do you want to ...... Take a look?" asked the fat Jianghu, tentatively.

Hearing this, the tall and thin old man took out a wooden box, opened it, and was dumbfounded.

In the wooden box, there was an empty piece, and there was nothing.

"Old man's sweat towel!

Roar!

In an instant, the tall and thin old man roared angrily in the sky, and his grief and anger reached the extreme.

But!

The tall and thin old man was angry, but he didn't dare to step forward and go to Wang Chulan's trouble.

Nonsense!

The two dignified Li San Young Masters were all played around by Wang Chulan, like a monkey.

Just ask, this old man, what else can he say?

While speaking, he saw Wang Chulan, threw the sweat towel casually, and took out the gourd on his waist.

"...... this gourd?" the tall and thin old man suddenly felt a little familiar.

And when Wang Chulan opened the lid of the gourd, he exuded bursts of thought.

The tall and thin old man suddenly said: "Brother Xia, isn't this the Moutai in 1902 that you have treasured for many years?"

"Yes. Fat Jianghu, with a bitter face: "My great-grandfather's generation, the century-old Moutai ...... that has been inherited"

In front of everyone's eyes, a whole gourd of hundred-year-old Moutai liquor was drunk by Wang Chulan in one gulp.

Bang Dang!

The next moment, Wang Chulan threw the wine gourd, took out a napkin, and wiped his mouth.

Although, this napkin is not at all inconspicuous and is by no means an antique.

But when I saw that napkin, in an instant.

was still in the history of the dead end, and his face turned green in an instant, becoming extremely ugly.

"Isn't this the napkin that Young Master Ben has in the mezzanine of his clothes?"

Li Sanshao's face darkened, he took out a napkin and looked at it, and suddenly found that one was missing.

"This Tian Boguang's light skills have actually reached such a point?"

"Terrible, terrible!"

"When Tian Boguang was confronting Li Sanshao's sword qi, he actually concealed it from all of us and stole Moutai and Han Dynasty sweat towels when he was silent!"

"But isn't it? Even Li Sanshao himself didn't realize that his napkin was lost!"

In an instant, the heroes were in a commotion, and all of them sweated on their foreheads and felt fear.

If it is said that Wang Chulan before was just jealous, eager to kill him, and too fast.

So!