Chapter 20, the world's first swordsman

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Bitter wine, hot dishes.

Worry-free, Chu Feng sat at the table, the wine and food were ready, it was not good wine and not good food, but he didn't move, he was waiting for someone.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and the crippled swordsman and the beautiful woman came to the inn one after another.

Few people paid attention to the swordsman with slightly lame legs, and most of his eyes were focused on the young, beautiful and noble woman, and the young swordsman's gaze swept around, and then fell on Chu Feng's body, and then sat opposite Chu Feng.

Chu Feng poured wine, two glasses of wine, and handed one to the young swordsman.

The swordsman glanced at the wine, didn't swallow, looked at Chu Feng coldly and said, "Do you know why I want to attack you." ”

Chu Feng was about to drink, but he didn't drink either, he said, "Why did you make a move on me." ”

The swordsman didn't hesitate, he said, "Because I want to know if you're qualified to know about this." ”

"Now? Am I qualified to know. Chu Feng said.

The swordsman did not respond, he said: "I was originally going to go back to Phoenix Set, but I met a person on the way, and this person is here to find you. ”

"Who?"

"Xue Yiren. ”

Xue Yiren, now this name can almost be regarded as unknown in the rivers and lakes, and he knows that there are not many people, but when Chu Feng heard this name, the wine he originally swallowed paused in his mouth before swallowing.

His eyes shot a fine light, stared at the swordsman and said, "Xue Yiren, but that Xue Yiren from Xuejiazhuang?"

The swordsman said: "Yes, this person has not walked the rivers and lakes for nearly twenty years, but this time he appeared on the rivers and lakes, and he is here to find you." ”

Chu Feng was silent, he poured himself a glass of wine, drank it, and then said slowly: "Twenty years ago, Xue Yiren was born with an iron sword, and in several years, the sword challenged many masters of the seven major sects, traveled all over the seventy-two provinces in the north and south, and so far he has not met an opponent, and he has not been defeated in a hundred battles, it is said that the last time this person appeared in the rivers and lakes in his life was in the Wuzheng Villa thirteen years ago. ”

The swordsman said lightly: "In the past fifty years, the most famous master in the rivers and lakes may not be ranked first, but he is definitely qualified to enter the top ten. ”

Chu Feng smiled bitterly: "And this person appeared on the rivers and lakes again not because of anything else, but because of me?"

The swordsman said: "Yes, after thirteen years, it is indeed because of you that he has set foot in the martial arts again." ”

Chu Feng said: "Therefore, you made a move on me before to see if I was qualified to know about this matter and stand in front of Xue Yiren?"

The swordsman said lightly: "If you can't even block my sword, how can you face the number one swordsman in the world." ”

Chu Feng smiled faintly and didn't refute, he just said, "Did you just tell me about Xue Yiren's reappearance when you came to see me this time?"

The swordsman glanced at Chu Feng and said coldly, "Xue Yiren asked me to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter?"

"June 15, the top of the purple gold, where will he be waiting for you. ”

Chu Feng didn't speak, but the wine glass he held couldn't help but tremble, the young swordsman's voice was not too loud, but it was enough for Chu Feng to hear.

The world's number one swordsman, Xue Yiren, the immortal sword master Bai Yujing, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain overnight, Bai Xiaolou, and the mysterious old man who could ask for the two killers outside the sky, Tsing Yi Li Hongpao, these people seem to gather in the Purple Mountain on June 15, but why do these people gather in the Purple Mountain on June 15?

What kind of person can invite these people to gather in the Purple Mountain, what is the purpose of that person? Chu Feng didn't understand, but there was one thing he couldn't help but admit, but what was the purpose of that person, this person's ability was not a lot at all.

Bai Yujing, Xue Yiren and Xiaolou's master who listened to the spring rain overnight, at least these three people have not seen these people in the rivers and lakes in recent years, and there is no one who can invite these people, but today, there are people who have invited these martial arts masters who have never been able to see them in their lifetime, how can this person's ability be small?

Chu Feng took a sip of wine, he was no longer ready to think about these things, he wanted to just drink a few more glasses of wine, and then rest for half an hour, and then rush again, but during this period of time, something happened that he did not expect.

The swordsman didn't drink, the swordsman liked to drink, but so far he had only drunk a handful of times on the rivers and lakes, and even when he was in the most pain, he rarely got drunk, and today in Chu Feng's opinion, this swordsman had to give him some face and drink a few glasses of wine.

But this swordsman didn't give any face, the young swordsman, pale hands, holding a pitch-black knife, he sat straight on the chair like a sculpture, his whole body and even his pores stopped breathing, he was very quiet, it was almost like death.

There is a kind of person who once he decides on things, it is impossible to dissuade him successfully, isn't this the case with the young swordsman at this moment? Chu Feng didn't know much about this swordsman who only had a few faces, but at least he still understood this, so he didn't dissuade him, but he himself was drinking.

As long as a smart person experiences Chu Feng's affairs, he should understand that he has fallen into a big net, at this time, people should not drink, they should stay sober, and at this time, no matter what mistake there is, it may lead to death.

Chu Feng is a smart person, he should understand this truth, but now he just doesn't understand, he drank five glasses of wine with a face before stopping.

And he didn't stop voluntarily, but he had to.

With a pale face, pale hands, and snow-white clothes, a young and gentle man, playing with a knife in his hand, walked into this restaurant, which was not luxurious, but was already the first restaurant in the county.

The young man did not enter the front of the Sanssouci House, and the people in the Sanssouci House were drinking, but after the young man walked into the Sanssouci House, everyone felt the biting coldness, and involuntarily stopped their movements, looking at this handsome-looking and even sickly young man.

The young man walked into the restaurant slowly, and a pair of clear and bright eyes swept around the carefree center quietly, and finally landed on Chu Feng's table.

He walked towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was the first to notice this young man, and when he saw that young man, three words popped up in his mind: Xiao Siwu.

Isn't Xiao Siwu already powerful, why is he here again? Could it be that Xiao Siwu is waiting for me?

Xiao Siwu walked towards him, and Chu Feng was already ready to stand up, his eyes staring at Xiao Siwu's knife, the flying knife.

Very delicate knife, at this moment, Xiao Siwu is trimming his nails with a knife, looking very quiet and gentle, but Chu Feng knows the power of this knife, so far there are more than thirty people who have died on this knife, and each of them has an extremely skilled martial arts person, but these people lost their lives the moment the knife flew out.

In front of this knife, the group of people with extraordinary skills seemed to be slaughtered at will like animals, they couldn't live, they couldn't die, their life and death were in Xiao Siwu's grip on the knife, and when Xiao Siwu stood in front of that group of people, it was no longer something that people could control.

Chu Feng was already standing in front of Xiao Siwu, but he was not afraid, he wanted to take a look at Xiao Siwu's knife.

But he didn't speak, a voice had spoken.

Sometimes it is not a human being who can make a sound, and there are many living beings in the world who can make sounds, even if they are not living beings.

This time it wasn't a living creature that made the sound, but a dead thing, a knife.

This knife cut through the void, and a loud sound like thunder was drawn in the void, and the moment the sound sounded, the gate of Sanssouci was still broken into more than a dozen pieces by this knife, and the knife was inconvenient, and it fell directly two feet and inches in front of Chu Feng, and slammed into the wooden plank.

At this moment, no matter who was giving birth to a chill, even Chu Feng was no exception, his eyes were fixed on this knife.

The shape of the blade of this knife is no different from that of a normal knife, but this knife is also different from a normal knife.

An ordinary knife with a handle is no more than five feet three inches at most, but this knife is at least nearly one zhang long, with a handle of one foot and three inches and a blade of seven feet and nine inches.

In addition, this knife is inlaid with pearls and gemstones, even if there is no sunlight, but it is also dazzling, people's hearts can't help but sway, and even many people think about whether to take this knife and take off all the pearls and gems on the knife at the moment they see this knife.

But no one dared.

How many people in the whole world can lift such a mighty and majestic sword, how many people can use this sword, and how terrible is the person who uses this sword?

Wealth touches people's hearts, but people are most afraid of death, although at this moment do not see people, but looking at this priceless sword, everyone seems to see death, when a person sees death, who can dare to move the treasure again?

No one moved the knife, not even any.

But there were already voices, the sound of walking, and the exclamations of pedestrians.

The door had been split into more than a dozen pieces, and the door had been opened as wide as before, so that anyone sitting in the restaurant could easily see the scene outside the inn from inside the inn, and almost everyone had their eyes widened, with an unbelievable look in their eyes, shocked and frightened, and their emotions were complex and indescribable.

And at this time, a thunderous thunderbolt sounded.

"Chu Feng, are you going to meddle in this matter?" The voice came into the restaurant, into Chu Feng's ears, and about twenty zhang away from the street in the distance, a god-like giant was wearing a cloak, striding meteors, and his eyes were cold and thinking about Sanssouci coming.

Chu Feng frowned, he glanced at the swordsman beside him, also glanced at Xiao Siwu, and even glanced at the beautiful woman sitting quietly not far away, he was a little strange, but at least he understood that this god-like giant was not here to trouble him, but to find the young swordsman beside him.