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The black-faced young man originally thought that if he stepped on Xiao Qiang's tail, Xiao Qiang would definitely be embarrassed, and even became furious, thinking that his eyebrows were raised, and he looked more and more domineering. [No pop-up novel network]

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiang didn't react at all, but looked at the black-faced young man in surprise, "Which doll are you, why has the old man never seen you?"

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Have you ever seen a doll as big as me, it's okay if you don't expose you, you're so good, you really think of yourself as a senior

The black-faced young man's abacus failed, his face was angry, the black was red, and he suppressed the anger and said in a deep voice, "Disciple of the Sword Grinding Hall in the Demon Sword Gate, Hu Biao"

"Grinding Sword Hall, it must also be a weapon maker" Xiao Qiang sighed and asked, "What do you want to ask for the old man?"

When the surrounding guests heard Xiao Qiang's words, they couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

The Demon Sword Sect has never used Xuan Bing, the Grinding Sword Hall, which means sharpening a sword in ten years, is the place where the disciples of the senior swordsmen of the Demon Sword Sect cultivate, and it is also where the core disciples of the Demon Sword Sect are located, which is not what Xiao Qiang said at all.

The reason why the guests laughed was not because of Xiao Qiang's ignorance, but because they saw that Xiao Qiang did it on purpose.

It's no wonder that Xiao Qiang, who was so dignified, said that you were a black-faced man who rushed towards him with a murderous face, not to mention his bad attitude, and dared to question Xiao Qiang as a person, Xiao Qiang didn't play who you played

The black-faced young man, Hu Biao, looked at Xiao Qiang's blank expression, and listened to everyone's snickering, his lungs were about to explode, and he said angrily, "We are here to try for you" As he spoke, Hu Biao was furious, and a murderous aura escaped and directly locked on Xiao Qiang.

The surrounding guests couldn't help but change color, and the face of the city lord also became gloomy for a moment.

The demon people pay attention to etiquette, and in some aspects the human race is more particular, the banquet is a banquet, not a place to kill, the people of the Demon Sword Gate have been rude before, and now they are openly locking Xiao Qiang with murderous aura, which is a bit presumptuous.

What's more, this practice itself is an insult and contempt for Xiao Qiang, and everyone can almost expect that Xiao Qiang will definitely react strongly to maintain the dignity of a warrior.

Xiao Qiang sensed Sen Leng's murderous aura entering his body, his heart was furious, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, "What do you want to try?"

"Of course it's a sword," Hu Biao said proudly.

"If the sword is a slut, then you win" Xiao Qiang sneered, and shook the hem of his clothes with his hand, dispersing the murderous aura that Hu Biao had exerted on him.

The guests chuckled again, although Xiao Qiang's words were a little poisonous, but fortunately, he didn't do anything, and it was enough to give the city lord enough face.

"Bastard, you dare to insult me" Hu Biao reacted for a moment, his chest was burning with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, he roared angrily, and with a sonorous sound, he drew his long sword

However, at this moment, Hu Biao's eyes flickered, and a crystal like jade palm suddenly appeared in the void, and with a flip of his palm, he snatched his sword like lightning

In a trance, Xiao Qiang had already returned to the two witch girls, holding Hu Biao's sword, and looked left and right.

Everyone was silent, with a strange expression on their faces, they clearly saw Xiao Qiang walking in front of Hu Biao very chic just now, and then reached out to take the sword here, and returned to the same place, this scene was relaxed and natural, so ordinary that it could not be ordinary anymore.

But because it's too ordinary, it's too relaxed, so it's weird

The sword of the swordsman is equivalent to the existence of life, and Hu Biao already regards Xiao Qiang as an enemy, how can he obediently hand over the sword to Xiao Qiang

There is only one possibility, it was Xiao Qiang who took the sword away, and in the most elegant way.

But isn't it even weirder?

Ximen Chuiyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was shocked, others may not be able to understand it, but how can he not see it at his level, Xiao Qiang just performed a trick to cover his eyes, and then used his strange body technique to directly snatch Hu Biao's sword.

Sure enough, Xiao Qiang's strength has improved again, otherwise Ximen Sheng would not have died in his hands.

Thinking of Ximen Sheng's death and Ximen Lei's death, Ximen Weeping Moon's eyes wiped a trace of gloom.

Hu Biao's expression was a little dazed, he glanced at the empty palm, and reacted instantly.

His black face suddenly turned red, like a piece of red-hot iron, glowing red and hot, and his eyes were already red, almost spewing fire.

It is a great shame that the swordsman's sword has not been drawn and has been taken away

Anger had already overwhelmed Hu Biao's mind, he couldn't help but let out a roar, his body flashed red, his arm shook, and a flame erupted from his palm, turning into a flaming sword in the blink of an eye

Xiao Qiang raised his eyes and said coldly, "Don't be ashamed, then let's see, who is losing the master's face."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qiang quickly slid a step forward, shaking a series of phantoms, which instantly appeared in front of Hu Biao, picked up the sword in his hand, and slammed it towards Hu Biao's wrist.

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Hu Biao's whole body trembled, the red light faded, and the spirit soldier he had just summoned collapsed instantly, and before he could react, Xiao Qiang's sword had already been drawn in his face.

Smack, smack, smack

Xiao Qiang held the sword in one hand, kept shaking the sword body, opened the bow left and right, and twitched Hu Biao's face more than a dozen times one after another, making Hu Biao dizzy, his entire head and face were swollen, and blood flowed out of the bulging nostrils and corners of his mouth.

To say that Hu Biao's strength is actually not weak, he has been promoted to a strong man, although he is a senior swordsman, but he is only one step away from comprehending the sword soul, even in the Demon Sword Gate, he is also a young master in the ranks.

However, his strength is not the same as Xiao Qiang's, but the difference is not a little bit, plus Xiao Qiang has just comprehended the shadow character trick of Wind Shadow Peerless, the advantage of his body is too great, and Hu Biao was beaten to the point where he has no power to fight back, which is also reasonable.

With a snort, Xiao Qiang put the sword back into the sheath, and hung the sword on Hu Biao's waist again, and the whole person flashed back, returning to the place where he had stood again.

Everything seemed light and light, Xiao Qiang glanced coldly at Du Rushan who was standing in the shadows, and then smiled slightly at the beautiful demon girl beside him with a blank face.

The hall was silent, and everyone was stunned by the slap in the face on this side, thinking that this disciple of the Demon Sword Sect was too weak, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back

But fortunately, although the master of the bow is a master after all, a slap in the face is a slap in the face, but he can hit it in a measured manner, neither did he make the movement bigger, nor did he hurt people's lives, this thought and bearing are really extraordinary

Hu Biao stood quietly, his whole body trembled, his nose bleeded, his eyes swollen into two slits, he had never been so ashamed, and it was in full view

He held the hilt of the sword at his waist in his hand, but he no longer had the courage to draw it, so he cried out and ran out of the hall in shame