Xiaotian didn't have any modest words, but just bowed his head slightly and said: "There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can be appreciated by the old man, and among the younger generation, you can be counted as one." ”

As soon as the words came out, Nie Donglai's sword eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly, and he wondered: "Why does this old man sound very arrogant and dragging?

He really couldn't figure it out, after all, he didn't know the details of the drunkard laughing at the sky, and he didn't know what he was good at, but he heard the two nameless brothers and sisters call this person a drunkard before, so he was a drunkard like a life.

But with his two random moves to defeat the sword nameless, Nie Donglai's senses of him changed slightly, but that was only because he felt that he had misestimated the strength of the peaceful old man in front of him, even if your strength was good, it wouldn't be empty-sighted, right?

Even Mu Guitian felt a trace of unhappiness in his heart, you said that it was difficult for you to be strong, and you actually regarded the rest of us as nothing, maybe it was too much to pretend, right?

However, these words are destined to be enjoyable in his mind, but he must not dare to speak, didn't he see that the old man had just made Jian Wuming spit blood and languished without much effort?

Sword Nameless is still like this, let alone him, although he is proud and conceited, although when he fought with Sword Nameless, for various reasons, there was no way to really let go, so that he lost miserably every time. But he knew in his heart that Jian Wuming also had reservations, if the two of them had no scruples and did their best, it was estimated that they would be between the two of them.

Even so, the old man in front of him is not a grinding disc that he Mu Guitian can stir, so he should be reluctant, even if there is more reluctance in his heart, it will not help.

On the contrary, the two brothers and sisters of Jian Wuming and Jian Xuan did not reject Xiaotian's arrogance as much as the two of them, on the contrary, they felt that Xiaotian's words must be from the bottom of their hearts, because with his identity and strength, there was no need to show off or talk about anything in front of their young people.

Even, when he heard that Xiaotian admired his brother, Jian Xuan's heart suddenly felt more joy and excitement.

It must be known that the kind and loving old man in front of him is not an ordinary person, he is a drunkard laughing at the sky, the martial arts predecessor who has been praised by his father, and the peerless hero who can be compared to the [Holy Pen Xuan Sword]. His vision is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

As he himself said, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can make him appreciate, not because he is too proud or empty-sighted, but because people like him have already reached another level of vision, and it is really difficult to get into his eyes.

But he can appreciate his brother, which means that his brother has something worthy of his appreciation, how can she not be happy?

A person like Xiaotian can basically look at the past at a glance, look back and wake up to the future, and people who can be favored by him, as long as they are not on the way to death, their achievements in the future will not be too low.

Not to mention others, even his own father has never been so approvingly evaluated by him.

Jian Wuming was even a little flattered, and saluted: "What a blessing it is for the juniors, to be so loved by the seniors, and the juniors are sincerely afraid. ”

Even he himself never thought that he would have such a place in the heart of his drunkard predecessors, which would have been unimaginable if he had put it aside. Jian Wuming has always regarded his drunkard predecessors as nine days to the moon, and he himself is just a moth to the fire, originally the two of them have no reason to intersect at all, but for some reason, Xiaotian favors him, which makes Jian Wuming surprised and happy.

"Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. ”

Xiaotian looked at Jian Wuming and said slowly, his wise gaze made his eyes exude bursts of essence, at this moment he is more like a wise man, looking at life chess with a confused smile, and looking at Zi Fei Fei in the mirror.

Jian Nameless furrowed his eyebrows, as if he was thinking, but from time to time his eyes flashed hesitation, as if he was anxious.

Before he could consider a result, the old man asked lazily, "Do you want to continue?"

Jian Wuming shook his head lightly, and sighed with a wry smile: "There is no need, the juniors think that their strength is limited, and they can't take the three moves of the seniors, if it wasn't for the seniors' intention to give in, I'm afraid the juniors won't be able to take even one move." ”

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if he hadn't mentioned himself, there would be no need for the drunkard seniors to make two moves, although he didn't know why the drunkard seniors did this, but since he said that he admired himself, the sword nameless could only be regarded as the reason why he admired himself.

In addition to the appreciation and care of the elders for the juniors, he really can't think of any reason for the drunkard seniors to take it upon himself to do so.

Even he was wondering if it was because the drunkard seniors had already made up their minds to do this after they saw him and the others coming here, and the wine jar that Mu Guitian smashed might just be an opportunity. He didn't know why he had the idea, but it came out of nowhere.

"Won't the result be the same anyway?"

Xiaotian spread his hands with a smile, looking indifferent, and then, he looked at everyone again, and finally stopped his gaze on Mu Guitian's face, and said with a smile: "Then you kid will stay!"

Mu Guitian's face changed several times in a row, gloomy and about to drip water, from red to white and then to green and then to red and then to white, like the unique skill of changing his face in Sichuan opera, after a while, his face finally returned to normal, no joy or sadness, as if he had gladly accepted the result that disgusted him.

From beginning to end, he didn't say anything, because he knew better than anyone else in his heart, even if there were many unhappiness in his heart, it was in vain to say or not to say, from the moment the sword was namelessly defeated, his fate was already doomed, as for whether he wanted to or not, no one cared at all.

The rivers and lakes are cruel, and the weak are not qualified to negotiate conditions at all, because no one cares about the feelings of the weak at all.

Mu Guitian finally realized what it means to be unwilling, but he can't withstand thousands of sails.

At this moment, he didn't even mean to resist, just like a tamed hound, he would fully accept any conditions of the tamer, and he didn't know what it meant to resist and what it meant to disobey.

Staring at Mu Guitian for a moment, Xiaotian seemed to see the answer he wanted, and was about to prepare to leave, since things were all developing towards his own script, there was no point in him staying.

Nie Dong came to see Mu Guitian, and then looked back at Xiaotian who was about to leave, frowned, thought for a moment, and muttered: "Senior, wait!"

Xiaotian stopped, turned his head to look sideways, and chuckled, "Anything else?"