The water in the basin was still lukewarm, and it had the fragrance of jasmine, and Simon had been fasting for a day, and he was going to do a holy thing. Before doing this, someone suddenly visited the villa and said that it was his friend.

Simon blows snow and does not touch mundane things, breaks off love, and has only two or three friends at most.

But the person who came had always been his friend, Lu Xiaofeng was reclining on a soft chair, the wine in the glass was light blue, and the clothes on his body were light and soft.

Simon Blowing Snow said, "What are you doing here?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng sat up and said sternly: "Now I have something to ask you, if you don't agree, you will burn your villa." ”

Simon Fuxue smiled, he rarely smiled, so his smile seemed to have an indescribable sarcasm.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You don't believe it? ”

Simon Fuxue stared at him: "You are my friend, so whenever you want to burn my house, you can do it, and you can start no matter where you start." ”

Lu Xiaofeng knew that this person was arrogant and arrogant, and he never disdained to lie.

Simon Blowing Snow: Of course, it would be best if you could burn it again tonight.

Simon Fuxue took out a snow-white piece of paper from his arms and shook it out.

Lu Xiaofeng took it, his eyes swept away, and only a very simple sentence was written on it.

"Tomorrow evening, pay a visit to Zhuang for a while."

One sentence, eight words, very simple eight words, not even a signature.

But Lu Xiaofeng's face was already solemn, just because he could see that these eight words were not only dancing with dragons and phoenixes, and the power penetrated the back of the paper, but also seemed to contain a sharp sword intent, and the words were like swords. It seems that it can jump out of the paper at any time and hurt people's hearts.

The person who can write this prayer post, I am afraid that the swordsmanship has reached the peak, and it is rare in the world.

"It's him, it's definitely him!"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, using a pen as a sword, there are only a few people in the world who can have such attainments. Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, is far away in the South China Sea, and the Mudao people are indifferent to fame and fortune, so there is only that guy.

Lu Xiaofeng looked up at Ximen Blowing Snow again.

He suddenly found that this guy, who was as cold as ice cubes on weekdays, had a feverish light in his eyes at some point, as if there were two blazing flames beating.

Ximen Fuxue is a very proud person, so he has almost no friends, but he doesn't care, but if he lives alone in the world, if he doesn't even have an opponent, then it's really lonely.

Before, he thought that only Ye Gucheng was worthy of being his opponent. I never thought that now there would be another one.

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his brows, and suddenly felt a little headache.

It's April and the peach blossoms and rhododendrons are blooming on the hillside.

Hua Manlou was admiring the flowers all over the mountains, and his serene and quiet face was filled with indescribable tenderness and brilliance, as if the first love girl saw her lover.

He did not ask Ximen to blow the snow with Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Blowing Snow is far away from the mortal dust, although killing people is regarded as a sacred thing, but to a certain extent, he also ignores life, and is a formidable peerless sword god.

However, Hua Manlou is full of heartfelt love for everything in the world and full of gratitude for life.

Their philosophies are diametrically opposed, and how can they be friends.

Hua Manlou turned around, hugged his fists, and smiled: "Ximen Zhuang Master? ”

He was clearly blind, and there was no sound behind him, how did he know that someone was coming? How do you know that the person who came is Simon Blowing Snow?

The young man in black was indifferent and said with a smile: "It's not the owner of Ximen Village, it's Su Ang." ”

Hua Manlou was stunned, and said in a slightly apologetic voice: "It's Hua Manlou's rudeness, I hope you forgive me." ”

Su Ang smiled: "I want to come to Lu Xiaofeng and also arrived at Wanmei Villa." ”

Hua Manlou said: "Not bad." ”

Su Ang's gaze was on him, and he suddenly said, "You really can't see it?" ”

Hua Manlou said: "I only hate to have a disability in my lower body, and I can't see the style of contemporary swordsmen." ”

Su Ang said: "You heard my footsteps? ”

He is very conceited about light skills and swordsmanship, and of course, his light skills and swordsmanship are also worthy of his conceit.

Hua Manlou said with a smile: "As far as I know, today, there are only five or six people at most who can't fully make a sound when they act, and Your Excellency is one of them." ”

Su Ang said: "But you know that someone is coming. ”

Hua Manlou said with a smile: "When the sword is unsheathed, there must be sword energy." It's just that I was stupid for a while, and I never thought that Your Excellency also came to Wanmei Villa, and it is reasonable to think that with such a sword qi, there is no doubt that you will be the owner of Ximen Zhuang. ”

Su Ang shook his head and said, "It seems that my cultivation is not yet at home, and even my sword qi cannot be completely reinstated. ”

Flowers are full of buildings: "The beauty of flowers here is rare in the world, if Your Excellency can appreciate the coldness, this murderous aura will gradually disappear invisibly." ”

Su Ang smiled: "It is indeed a great pleasure to drink and enjoy the flowers, but I have made an appointment with someone, so I really can't delay." Dude, farewell. ”

He was about to leave, and Hua Manlou suddenly said: "The person who has an appointment with Your Excellency is the owner of Ximen Village." ”

Su Ang nodded: "Not bad." ”

Hua Manlou said: In this case, I will worship with Your Excellency, the battle between two peerless swordsmen, although I can't see it, but fortunately, my ears can still hear it. If you miss it, you will only hate it for life.

Although he is blind, he is extremely intelligent, and Ximen Fuxue is one of the two peerless swordsmen of the present generation, and his opponent is difficult to find.

And Su Ang fought thousands of miles and defeated all kinds of famous players, if the two of them got together, if they just ate wine and tea, and exchanged experiences, Hua Manlou would never believe it.

Today's battle may be the most exciting battle in the Central Plains in the past ten years.

But anyone who practices martial arts does not want to miss it, and the same is true of Huamanlou.

It's just that after today's war, one of the two divine weapons may be damaged, which is a pity.