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The temperature in the room was still very high, and it had not cooled down.

The big furnace in the center is still burning, and I don't know what it is burning, but it is very resistant to burning, and no one has come to add to the fire for a long time, but it has not burned out.

Today's Nameless Inn is not destined to be a safe place, although I have never seen where peace is in the past. But there have been no twists and turns like this.

There are so many people who come today, and there are especially many people who have died, and the interior decoration that could have been considered delicate should have been dyed and splashed, and most of them were no longer what they were.

The first group of people to come were basically for the gimmick of the fast swordsman and the left swordsman, some of them heard the news a month ago and hurried from the south, and some waited here for several days before finally waiting for these two people to appear.

They all want to know which one is stronger, the famous fast sword or the famous sharp sword.

The battle for the momentum of the sword has been going on for so long that no one knows when it began.

Those who wield swords look down on those who wield swords, saying that they are too barbaric.

Those who wield swords look down on those who wield swords, saying that they are too soft.

Over time, this contradiction has become more and more intensified, and has risen to the point where language cannot solve it.

Since language cannot be solved, it can only be solved by force.

Because of the far-reaching interests behind it, the duel between the fast swordsman and the left swordsman is even more important, and the seemingly insignificant win or loss between the two of them is given a judgment that represents the superiority of the sword competition.

At least that's what many people think.

However, it was interrupted by repeated episodes one after another, so it has been delayed until now, and the two have not really compared face-to-face, which is unfortunate and fortunate at the same time.

Unfortunately, it is still unknown who is more powerful, the left swordsman or the fast swordsman.

Fortunately, from their previous shots, they have figured out the strength of these two people, and they really live up to everyone's expectations, and I believe that this competition will be even more exciting.

"Hopefully no one will bother me in the future. "Some people look forward to a faint premonition that is not very good, always feel that there will be something big happening, although it is just a premonition, but it disturbs people's hearts from time to time, making people unconsciously look in the direction of the old wooden door of the inn.

Could it be that someone will suddenly push the door in?

Whatever you want, you can come. The old wooden door rang just as someone pushed it open.

Looking up, there was a white dress outside the door, like snow, and the white one was more conspicuous and cold.

A person's personality can be seen from a person's clothing, and probably the person wearing this white dress is as conspicuous and cold as his clothes.

The person outside the door couldn't see what he looked like, his head was covered by a white hat, tight, and a thick layer of snow fell on the hat, presumably he had been walking in the snow for a long time.

Usually people who come to this place will bring some weapons, one is to defend themselves, and the other is to deter others. It is necessary to know that walking in the rivers and lakes, it is indispensable to guard against people's hearts, and the rivers and lakes are very chaotic. So on a cursory look, there were no unarmed people in the inn, and they wore a variety of weapons, such as the man in the front left, with a spear leaning on one side of the table, and the man on the right, holding a cup in one hand and resting the other on a double hook on the table. This is a defensive posture so that you can pick up a weapon as quickly as possible in case of a crisis.

In fact, there is a third reason, the weapon is also a symbol of a person, a representative of a person's learning of kung fu, just like the fast swordsman wears a sword, and the left swordsman carries a knife.

But the man in white at the door did not carry a sword or a different weapon, and all that was left of his body, except for the jasper plate hanging from his belt, was only the fan in his hand.

The man in white walked in the door, but he hadn't stood firmly, "poof", I don't know who, I don't know where a few things are galloping.

The unknown thing came quickly, and the wind drove hit the veil hanging down the man in white, causing layers of ripples, which showed that the power was extraordinary. The man in white stood still, and when the thing was about to approach, suddenly the sleeve robe was gently rolled, and it was like a white lotus blooming in front of him. The white lotus bloomed fast, withered quickly, and when he didn't see it clearly, the man in white had already withdrawn his hand, and something smashed on the ground one after another, it was three bamboo chopsticks, the chopsticks were as black as ink, and they were placed on the inn table.

Obviously, the person who threw the chopsticks must be a master, and the man in white who just entered the door is not an ordinary person.

The man in white didn't seem to care much about this little hostility, and went straight to the corner, just sat down under Changqing's table, and said under the hat, "Can I have a cup of tea?"

The voice was unpleasant but not unpleasant, it could only be said that it was very ordinary and ordinary, but the tone of the words was very special, like the snow falling outside the house, fluttering and cold, as if he was wearing clothes.

Huiyuan's face was pale, he closed his eyes and read the scriptures silently, he still couldn't care about it, where did he have the heart to notice this change, so it was Changqing who replied and said, "Please, this tea is tea in the inn, drink as much as you want." ”

Even so, the man in white said "Thank you." Then he took a cup and carefully poured a cup of tea. At this time, he lifted the veil and took down the hat, under the veil was a white face, quite handsome, more than the amorous son, if it wasn't for being alone and without an entourage, I thought it was really a son-in-law who came out to play.

There must be scenery in the place of play, and there are even fewer beautiful wines and beauties, but unfortunately this place is really desolate and remote, there is no scenery, and there are no beauties in fine wine, so it is not a place to play.

The man in white also carefully and carefully drank a cup of tea one by one, Xing was very tired all the way, maybe he took advantage of the heating in the house to warm his body, or maybe the tea fragrance was rich and the aftertaste was not noticed, in short, he stayed quietly for a long time, and did not move.

Slowly, he reached out to his chest and took out a palm-sized notebook, the book was made of leather, neatly cut and neatly bound with thread, which was very elegant.

Looking at him in the inn, they felt strange about his every move, so they were interested in him as a person.

The man in white opened the book under his gaze and said softly: "Desperate Langjun?"

Desperately, Lang Jun patted the table and got up, "What are you calling grandpa?"

The man in white glanced at him and looked back at the notebook.

Desperately Lang Jun was dissatisfied: "Do you want to fight?"

The man in white was indifferent, and read word by word: "On January 25, in the forest of Jiangxi, he killed an old couple and broke into Liujiazhuang, killed more than 50 people, and then set fire to .......the village.

"Enough" Lang Jun desperately grimaced, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a cat that was trampled on his tail and was anxious, and said, "Who are you? How do you know these things?"

His confidence in speaking sounds very insufficient, and his heart is weak, so he has no confidence.

The man in white didn't continue, closed the notebook, put it on his chest, and said, "I have many names, and I like to be called a killer ghost the most."

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