When Wang Anfeng turned around and left, on the street of this restaurant, he saw the big Qin Tiejun who stopped, so he only stood at the corner of the street, looking at the restaurant tea stall with a pair of eyes, led by a middle-aged general wearing armor.

When Wang An was passing by, he smiled gently at him.

The boy bowed his head in return.

His eyes were dark and deep, and he looked at the weapon in the general's hand and the short crossbow behind his waist, and then walked slowly, wearing a wide-sleeved green shirt, with his sleeves fluttering, and he had the grace of a scribe.

The soldiers behind him marched in formation, and the crossbows behind their backs had tightened their crossbow strings.

There is a chill that penetrates into the bones.

Restaurant, 5th floor.

In the pavilion where there was only one word 'Ya', the man in the black robe bit his thumb nail and bit out the blood, and a pair of eyes stared directly at the street below, and withdrew his gaze from the Great Qin Iron Pawn who had lined up, and said thoughtfully:

"Daqin's eagle dog has already smelled it......"

"Only this time is when they are particularly sharp."

Zhou Laosan, who was extraordinary in one hand, sat at the table behind him, rubbed the jasper wrench on his fingers, and said slowly:

"They don't dare to make a move here."

"Or rather, you won't take the initiative until you know your identity."

The man in black didn't bother to take care of the temptation of the fat man behind him, he had a sword pinned to his waist, and a hideous roaring tiger beast was carved on the hilt, he moved the sword, raised his hand to tear off the dry and cracked dead skin at the corner of his mouth, threw it in his mouth and chewed it.

His mouth was full of blood, and he didn't notice the slightest pain, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly said:

"The people from the Heavenly Sword Sect are still there?"

Zhou Laosan nodded, not knowing whether it was admiration or ridicule, and said:

"It's very calm."

"There is no intention of moving, and even on that mountain, it seems that he does not know the news."

The man nodded and whispered to himself:

"Heavenly Sword Sect naturally didn't dare to come out."

"You've clashed with them so many times over the years, and you can see that it's the best time to show it, and how can they not see it?"

"Honghui was also a good swordsman back then."

"Those who play swords are much more ruthless than other martial artists."

"To be able to drive him to a dead end, he came back here with a lineage of disciples hiding in Tibet, and came to the foot of this mountain, and at the last moment, he didn't even dare to come out of the city, naturally only the martial artists of the fifth grade."

"And those who can pick them up under the hands of adults can only be swordsmen of the same five grades."

The man's voice stopped, and he didn't continue, but the other person in the room already knew what he meant by the rest of the unspoken words.

In the Heavenly Sword Gate, there are many young people who practice swords, and there are many sword masters.

There happens to be one person in Wupin.

Seventy years ago, there was a swordsman who drank three glasses and smashed the sky and the sea of clouds with his sword, which was vast and peerless, and now the old man in the Heavenly Sword Gate was seventy years ago, the boy of the Heavenly Sword, once held the scabbard and accompanied the Heavenly Sword to dominate the world.

Under the moon, he rode out of the border pass, and one person fought with three thousand armor.

On the night when the sword qi was like frost, the boy at that time was warming the wine next to him, and now the swordsman with the long sword left the world, and the boy took the sword and blocked it in front of the disciples of the swordsman disciples, shielding them from the wind and rain for thirty years.

It is now the Optimus Pillar of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

As long as this giant pillar is broken, it is equivalent to breaking the backbone of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and there are five rank masters with superb swordsmanship in charge, and five six-grade swordsmen are two concepts.

There can also be two kinds of situations in a sect.

Zhou Laosan smiled.

He is the deputy master of the Double Fist Gate, but how do you look like a rich businessman, this time it is the biggest deal he has ever made, but all trading must have profits and losses, but now he feels that he will definitely make a profit this time.

himself and the others, even the martial artist with a very high background in front of him, are just a bait on the surface.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

Others are just cicadas.

And this cicada is also under the 'protection' of the Great Qin Iron Pawn, no matter what, the battle between the Yellow Sparrow and the Praying Mantis will not reach here, their task is just to keep an eye on it, show the enemy to be weak, and release the news at the right time.

Then spend a few days in one of the best restaurants in town.

If the old man playing with the sword on the mountain is reluctant to have a six-grade swordsman, he will come down to pick up people.

Nine times out of ten, it will be folded on the way to the city.

It was the Heavenly Sword Gate that saw through it and held back.

That would at least keep the lineage elders here.

Publicize the Heavenly Sword Sect's move again, tarnishing their reputation.

Zhou Laosan rubbed the wrench on his finger, with a kind smile on his face.

Take your time, tear it down slowly.

As long as you don't stop, even if you have a big foundation, you can always dismantle it cleanly within ten years.

How can there be any morality in the rivers and lakes, I finally saw such a fat piece of meat, where is there any reason not to bite a big piece?

Since the man in black stopped talking, he just looked outside, did not speak, and his face was a little stunned.

What thoughts were going on in the back of the fat man's mind, he didn't know, and he really didn't have much interest, this time he came over, mainly because of the order from above, to bring back the things left by the Heavenly Sword back then.

What to do when you go back? He didn't know.

Not very interested.

There was a tall plane tree at the edge of his vision.

There should be a swordsman under the plane tree.

Honghui.

At least in the past, that man was no longer qualified to be called a swordsman.

He thought so.

As a swordsman, lonely bravery, and the sharpness of cutting through difficulties, these things have long been invisible to that person, and now he is just a warrior with a sword.

The world is a big net, people limit others, they are also limited by others, and they are also limited by themselves, what feelings, principles, responsibilities, loyalty.

It's just self-limiting.

As a martial artist, he has all his strength, but he is subject to all kinds of restrictions, he can't be happy and free, he is very aggrieved, if he tears off the chains, there will be no restrictions in the future, he can kill if he wants, and he can do whatever he wants...... can be called a child of the rivers and lakes, happy and hateful.

However, his apprentice has this potential......

If it is secretly contacted, it may be introduced into the church.

If you can kill the teacher......

His eyes were a little distracted, and the fingers of his right hand kept groping on the lips that had torn the dead skin, as if he wanted to find another piece of dead skin and tear it up, and his lips were covered with blood, stained with a piece of his fingers, but he didn't care, and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood clean.

PS: The first one is more presented.,There's more soon.,This chapter has fewer words.,Because it's just an appetizer.,The next chapter.,Come right away_(:з"∠)_