As Dong Da said, the battle between swordsmen often ends in an instant, in a millimeter.

In just a few moments, the wonderful duel made all the spectators explode.

Calm ordinary melon-eating masses: "It's so powerful, I'll have to talk about it later."

Lao Wang, you go to cut two catties of pig's head meat, I will go to beat two catties of sorghum wine, and then let your sister-in-law fry a few specialty dishes, let's talk while drinking. ”

Lao Wang: "Okay, I miss my sister-in-law too, cough, my sister-in-law's craftsmanship has been a long time." ”

Sand Sculpture Players Hidden in the Crowd:

"Damn, they're so strong! Mom, I want to learn swords!"

"Is it recorded?"

"It's recorded, the title is shocking! The two sword immortals are openly hurting each other on the street! This time our video will definitely be popular!"

"Isn't there anyone who wants to blow up that monster lying on the ground like I do?"

"That's what I mean, if you don't go to the lead, I'll cheer you on behind your back. ”

"Get out!"

"Tsk, support the bold, starve the cowardly, I'm going to eat this boss today, do you want to form a team?

“......”

"Brother Yuan Fang, their combat effectiveness is so strong, I'm afraid you will be killed in an instant if you go up. ”

An intellectual girl said to the swarthy young man beside her.

The swarthy young man's face darkened, and he looked even darker.

"If you can talk, talk more. ”

The intellectual girl hurriedly lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "People are not wrong." ”

"No, we have to get rid of the gang here, we can't delay any longer, I'm a little inflated by being the boss these days.

You must hurry up and worship the Sect, otherwise, no matter how many people there are under your hands, you will not be able to stop such a master. ”

The swarthy young man looked at the scene on the street that looked like a bomber crossing the border, and looked down to himself.

The intellectual girl nodded: "Well, I heard that the Nanyue Sword Sect is going to hold a sword discussion meeting, and many sects will be invited over when the time comes."

With Brother Yuan Fang's qualifications and wisdom, it must not be a problem to join any sect.

Moreover, the Wuyue Sword Sect is the protagonist of this expansion, and if you join it, you will definitely get the best rewards. ”

The swarthy young man shook his head and said, "How can it be so simple, the big sects in "Jianghu" are very strict about inheritance.

Even a professional emperor like Hongchen has just been promoted from a miscellaneous disciple to an outer disciple in Ten Thousand Swords Villa, and many professional masters who were stronger than me before were still struggling.

I can have the current achievements, I have already taken the lead, and it is not easy to be sent to the gate faction. ”

The intellectual girl rolled her eyes, and said with a smile:

"Anyway, I believe that Brother Yuan Fang will definitely be able to do it. ”

The swarthy young man also smiled confidently, pointed to Xie Cangquan who was standing and said, "Actually, it's not impossible, we can start with this person." ”

Then he was about to tell his plan and attract the admiration of his sister, but he heard a word that broke his heart.

"Wow! it's my husband, my husband is here!"

The intellectual girl on the side didn't care about what the swarthy young man said, but held her heart in her hands and looked into the distance, her two eyes were drunk into the shape of a peach heart.

The swarthy young man's face suddenly darkened and darkened, and he looked at the girl's line of sight.

I saw a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, tall and straight, wearing a blue-clothed uniform of the Divine Catcher Division, with a group of catchers.

Looking at his dark skin and ordinary facial features, the swarthy young man lowered his head with inferiority:

Made, if it weren't for the random appearance, Lao Tzu would definitely be kryptonite and pinch out a face that is a hundred times better than you!

What's wrong with ugliness?

Does ugliness have no human rights?

Ugly can't be loved by a girl, is it called a good husband?

The swarthy young man looked at the girl next to him who was still frantic and sighed, and had the answer in his heart.

At the same time, I am extremely glad in my heart, but fortunately, my real self is much better looking than the face in the game.

Meanwhile.

On a tall building in the distance, by the window, someone had just retracted his gaze:

"Not bad. ”

It was a young man of about thirty years of age, handsome, with a gentle smile on his face at all times.

"This person is young, he has strong martial arts, and he can beat the six-vein grandmaster, and he should also be from a famous family, but it is his blessing to be valued by his son. The lowly man immediately called him over. ”

Next to the young man sat a middle-aged man who was also wearing civilian clothes, and immediately said when he heard this.

The young man shook his head and said, "It's not him, it's the one who lost." ”

"This is a lowly and stupid job. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the young man suspiciously.

How can anyone not want a winner, but a loser, and choosing someone is not such a pick?

The young man just smiled, without explaining, and pointed to Feng Yuping lying on the street:

"Save him and send him to my son's residence. ”

As soon as the young man stood up and turned around to leave, he saw the young man coming towards him, he paused, and the smile on his face suddenly became much colder:

"He's my "godbrother"?"

"If you go back to Gongzi, it's him. ”

The reply was a very non-existent old servant standing behind the young man, with a white face, a feminine temperament, and gray hair, but meticulously combed.

Hearing the young man's question, his waist couldn't be lowered.

"It's really handsome, even I was a little tempted to see it, no wonder my fiancée refused to come back several times. ”

Although the young man was still smiling, his eyes had lost their warmth.

He sat down again.

"Take a good look at it, what is this "god brother" capable of?"

The middle-aged man sitting next to him wished that he had lost these ears at the moment, his buttocks were restless as if they were on fire, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.