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"Master, is that you?"

Although when Xu Yu left, he said that he was looking for poetry and the future, Huan Chang would not believe it.

Over the years, although he has seen Xu Yu drunk and dreaming of death every day, sometimes he even seems particularly shameless.

But for some reason, Huan Chang could always feel that Xu Yu had a lot of resentment hidden in his heart, so much so that even Zhanlu Sword did not recognize Xu Yu as the master.

During this time, Huan Chang has been worried about Xu Yu.

However, Huan Chang didn't know where Xu Yu went, and he could only bury this concern in his heart.

Today, he suddenly heard that there was such a powerful man who destroyed the Huashan faction with a single sword, and he was excited and worried in his heart.

A long time ago, Xu Yu no longer used a sword, but liked to hold a green bamboo sword.

For this matter, Huan Chang once laughed at Xu Yu, saying that even if he was holding a green bamboo sword, he still looked like a bad old man, without the slightest sense of elegance.

"The engraved handwriting can be turned into sword qi, and then turned into a divine dragon to hurt a martial artist in the mortal realm, which is the mystery of the Spring and Autumn Period. ”

The Spring and Autumn penmanship is one of the inheritances of the Sword Pavilion, and it is extremely powerful.

Huan Chang can be sure that the world-famous powerhouse of the Huashan faction is his master Xu Yu.

"What kind of grievances does the master and the Huashan faction have, why do they insult the corpses of the other party's predecessors after destroying this sect?"

In Huan Chang's eyes, although his master looks cynical, he is not the kind of person who desecrates the corpse of the deceased.

The corpses of more than a dozen mortal realm martial artists were hung on the cliff, and they were exposed to wind and rain every day.

Huan Chang couldn't understand what kind of grudge there was between the two that made his master act so radically.

"Also, although I used to think that the master was a hermit master, I never thought that his martial arts would be so strong. ”

Single-handedly destroying the mighty Huashan faction sounds like a myth.

"I always thought that the reputation of the Shujian Pavilion was not obvious now, and it had long since declined, but now I realized that the Shujian Pavilion had never declined. ”

"As long as the Pavilion Master of the Book Sword Pavilion is still there, even if there is only one person left in the sect, he can still shock the rivers and lakes!"

Huan Chang was in a mood, but also had a trace of doubt.

He couldn't understand why his master had such a cultivation and why he had been incognito in the mountains for so many years, but he didn't kill all his enemies earlier.

Just when Huan Chang was entangled in his heart, he suddenly heard a cold snort.

"It's not too good to kill people, those dozen or so Huashan faction seniors are so strong in martial arts, even if they are killed, they should be respected. ”

"But that so-called world-famous powerhouse not only destroyed the sect, but insulted the corpse of the deceased, and I am deeply ashamed!"

Huan Chang looked up and immediately saw a man.

This person looked like twenty-five or sixteen, and his black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, which looked like a wild taste.

His face is angular, like a knife, and has a different kind of beauty.

The man was extremely strong, but he also looked bloated, and he carried a rusty bronze knife on his right shoulder, and the bronze crumbs seemed to fall at any moment.

When Huan Chang looked at this person, the rest of the drinkers also looked at him.

At this time, they were talking about the powerful man in the world, and their words were full of admiration.

For Jianghu guests, it is normal to fight and destroy the door, if the Huashan faction is still there, they will not be so unscrupulous.

However, the Huashan faction has been wiped out, and these Jianghu guests all worship the strong, so they naturally praise the mysterious world-beating powerhouse.

At this time, when I heard the man's words, of course, I was a little dissatisfied in my heart.

However, the man's words were reasonable, so they had no way to refute them, and they froze on the spot.

With such a stiffness, several drinkers naturally weakened their momentum.

Jianghu guests love face, and it is not unreasonable for men to speak, if their peers talk like this, they will not say anything.

But now that he has been weakened, he is naturally unhappy.

The thin man of the Song Kingdom sneered: "Every powerful person in the world is a respectable senior, and we have no blasphemy towards those dead predecessors of the Huashan faction. ”

"However, who can tell the grievances between the two of them?"

"Maybe the Huashan faction did something terrible before, and now it has suffered a catastrophe. ”

"I don't believe that the world's strongest man would go to the Huashan faction to kill people for no reason. ”

The man glanced at Song Guoren, pouted and said, "The frog at the bottom of the well!"

When Song Guoren heard this, he was immediately furious, slammed the table, stood up and shouted, "You dare to scold me?"

The man no longer paid attention to the Song people.

He stroked his long hair a little frivolously, sat on the stool with the golden knife, and placed the bronze knife on the table.

"Xiao Er, bring the good wine and meat, hurry up!"

Xiao Er wiped a handful of cold sweat and hurriedly responded: "Okay, please wait a while, the guest officer, good wine and meat will be delivered soon." ”

Seeing that he was being ignored, Song Guoren was even more furious and shouted, "Boy, did you scold me just now?"

"Noise!"

A bench slammed into Song Guoren, and before Song Guoren could react, his whole body immediately flew upside down.

"Crackling!"

The Song people knocked over one wine table after another, and the food was spilled everywhere.

"Poof!"

The Song Guoren, who fell to the ground, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned purple.

"Boom!"

Several warriors at the same table as the Song people all drew their weapons and viciously surrounded the man.

Xiao Er, who was just about to leave, was so frightened that his legs trembled when he saw this scene.

"The guest officer is angry, a few guest officers are still angry, don't fight in the store again, okay?"

Xiao Er's tone was already pleading.

The man smiled and said, "I don't want to cause trouble, but someone wants to mess with me." ”

Several people with weapons stared at the man viciously, but none of them dared to step forward.

"Ahem. ”

Song Guoren got up from the ground and looked at the man with fear in his eyes.

"Let's go!"

In the confrontation just now, the people of the Song Kingdom already knew how terrifying the man in front of them was, and he would definitely not be able to provoke them.

He also knew each other, and he didn't dare to continue to cause trouble.

Several people who drew their weapons, hearing the words of the Song people, as if they had found the steps, retreated to the Song people one after another.

"The mountains don't turn around, I don't know if Your Excellency dares to leave your name?"

For these Jianghu guests, even if they lose, they don't want to weaken their momentum, so they naturally have to ask each other's names and then leave cruel words.

The man grabbed a strand of hair in his left hand, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

"You must have heard my name. ”

"I am the Yushu Linfeng, graceful, a touch of pear blossoms pressed begonias, known as the Zhuang Thirteen of the Lone Traveler!"

As soon as these words fell, the inside of the wine shop suddenly became audible.

Even Huan Chang held his breath and gently rested his right hand on the hilt of the sword.