The hand that Fan Xiaochai held the knife trembled slightly.

Even if she is better at Mi Fengjie, who is both in the martial arts realm and in the experience of the enemy, Fan Xiaochai has never felt this kind of terrifying feeling. The key is that she believes that she never fears death.

The young swordsman, who was hidden in the dark, did not take advantage of the situation, but turned around and shouted to the owner of the tea stall: "Add three bowls of Dingshen Soup."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Awesome."

Xu Fengnian said to Fan Xiaochai: "Don't be nervous, this young man has no malice."

Fan Xiaochai's face was pale and his eyes became more gloomy.

After the tea stall owner brought three bowls of Dingshen soup to the table, the man nodded and said, "Of course there is no malice. Since I entered the world, I have always thought that I would become a fairy couple with Xuanyuan Ziyi from Daxueping, Huishan. However, after seeing the girl in front of me, I felt that the woman must miss my good match."

Xu Fengnian had to repeat: "Awesome."

The man turned his head and understood Fan Xiaochai and said, "It's okay for a girl to kill me, but it's best to drink the tea and find a secluded and spacious place. I will definitely not fight back at that time and let the girl take the knife."

Fan Xiaochai took a deep breath, clenched the handle of the knife tightly with his five fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you looking for death?"

As a result, the man gave a bastard answer that no one expected. He looked extremely serious, "I'll look for you."

Fan Xiaochai's eyes showed resolute determination to look home, and he drew his sword out of the sheath regardless of everything, just as the tip of the knife was about to fully reveal his aura and climb to the top.

The young swordsman who had always looked stereotyped smiled slightly for the first time, leaned forward slightly towards Fan Xiaochai, his left fingers were closed together, and pointed at Fan Xiaochai's eyebrows in a flash, staying more than an inch away from her eyebrows.

There is a lot of meaning in the movement and stillness.

Fan Xiaochai leaned back quickly, trying to avoid his sharp edge.

But the man let go of his fingers and gently pressed his palm on her shoulder.

Shocking scarlet bloodshots oozed from Fan Xiaochai's mouth.

Xu Fengnian narrowed her eyes.

The man's move was indeed amazing. It was not because of his amazing moves or his aura, but because of his deep intentions.

Fan Xiaochai raised his arm and wiped the blood off at will.

The young swordsman still held her shoulders, curled her smile, and said earnestly: "Miss, when it comes to majestic momentum, righteousness and evil spirits. The difference is that the former is like this post road, and it is okay to ride side by side with several riders, but the latter is a single-plank bridge with only a cone-standing place. It is difficult to turn around. People are depressed and irritated, and it is difficult to return. Why do people in the world say that they are not happy? That's the reason. Our martial arts practices, whether it is sword or boxing, are a long-term event. How can we reach the top in one go? If you are a god on land, you need to change your breath to fight with people to death."

Fan Xiaochai's lips were closed tightly.

In fact, she was covered in blood at this moment and couldn't even say a word of getting out.

But she still didn't want to spit it out.

If King Xu Fengnian of Beiliang is the person she wants to kill most in her life, then the guy in front of her who has been kicked by a donkey more than once can rank second, surpassing Chu Lushan, who turned her into a death warrior in the Fushui Room with his own hands!

Xu Fengnian sighed, raised the bowl of Dingshen Soup that he had just sent, poured most of the empty bowl before, and handed it to Fan Xiaochai.

She hesitated for a moment before taking the white bowl, shook off the palm of the man pressing on her shoulder, turned around, lowered her head, vomited blood into the tea bowl, and drank the tea soup.

Perhaps except for Xu Fengnian, the only people in the martial arts world beside the tables nearby were Xuelu Gun Saint Li Houzhong who thought about some mystery.

Even in the eyes of Lu Jiejun, Piaomiao Peak and Feng Zongxi, the young swordsman's move seems to be nothing surprising except for the speed, and this speed seems to be just fast.

As for the others, they were even more confused.

The young swordsman looked at Fan Xiaochai's back and wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He turned to look at Xu Fengnian and asked, "You are either an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts or a top figure who is good at practicing Qi. Otherwise, I would not be unable to capture the uniqueness of your energy flowing. But since you have the courage to sway through the market with your sword, and you have... this girl who is walking with me, I believe that my identity is not simple, so..."

Xu Fengnian waited quietly for the following.

But this time the young swordsman did not disappoint, "So dare to ask about this girl's name?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "I used to be called Fan Xiaochai, and now I am called Fan Xiaochai, Chaihuo's Chai."

The man nodded and said, "As I expected, they are all good names!"

Xu Fengnian was speechless.

After so many years of struggling in the world, I finally met an opponent with an average thickness again?

But the most down-and-out journey of the world back then was only based on his face. He was invincible and never defeated by asking for water from the village women. But the person in front of him was purely based on his face.

The man thought for a while, "Forget it, I originally wanted to ask you something, but now I don't need it anymore. It doesn't matter whether I go to Wudang Mountain or not."

Xu Fengnian, who already knew the identity of the young swordsman, asked with a smile: "Why doesn't it matter? Do you really not compete with the King of Beiliang?"

The young swordsman said with a look of surprise: "Do you know who I am?"

Xu Fengnian nodded.

He rubbed his chin and suddenly realized, "It is very difficult for you to guess my identity based on your appearance, but then again, it is reasonable."

Xu Fengnian began to understand Fan Xiaochai's mood.

Fan Xiaochai had turned around, put the white bowl on the table, staring at the man, "I will kill you!"

The man neither sarcastic nor annoyed, and grinned, and the sun shone brightly, "It's up to you."

Xu Fengnian said curiously: "Are you kidding?"

The man sat upright and said in a deep voice: "I never joke with others! Isn't it true that I really like someone, I fall in love at first sight? I don't think I will fall in love with someone, but that I will become a partner after I fall in love with someone. Why don't you believe it?"

Xu Fengnian looked at this young face and felt a little dazed.

He remembered the old man with sheepskin fur and the green robe of Fengdu.

It turns out that there are also fools in the world nowadays.

It is unreasonable, no need to be verified.

Xu Fengnian smiled and said softly: "I believe it."

Fan Xiaochai asked expressionlessly: "Who are you?!"

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. Sure enough, the guy on the other side began to hurt others invisibly, "Miss Xiaochai, I like you, it has nothing to do with whether you like me or not."

Then he blinked at Fan Xiaochai, "If one day I don't like you anymore, don't be surprised."

Fan Xiaochai's emotions were almost collapsed and he roared angrily: "Who are you!"

The young swordsman held the hilt of his waist until this time, with clear eyes, looking at her and smiling: "Taibai Sword Sect, Chen Tianyuan!"

He paused for a moment and said loudly: "So! When I don't like you, only when Chen Tianyuan's sword is broken!"

At the nearby tables, any young men and women who happened to be drinking tea or chewing cakes, would all be sprayed out on the spot without exception.

Taibai Sword Sect, the banished immortal Chen Tianyuan!

A hundred years of martial arts world, the peaks compete for the beautiful scenery, but since Li Chungang, the sword armor in the Spring and Autumn Period, Chen Tianyuan is still the most well-deserved sword talent! The fastest breaking the realm!

Lu Jiejun and Feng Zongxi looked quietly at Xuelu Gun Sheng Li Houzhong at the same time, and the latter nodded slightly.

It should be the one who is Taibai Sword Sect.

The toad-faced and thin-lipped beauties sitting on a table with three seniors looking at each other.

Didn’t it mean that the banished immortal of Taibai Sword Sect was famous all over the world with his white clothes and white horses hanging on his white sheathed sword when he first came out of the world?

Didn’t that banished immortal like a god in the sky?

Xu Fengnian slowly raised the tea bowl, without rushing to drink the tea soup, looked up from afar, and was stunned.

This person is in this situation.

The scene when others parted.

There was once an old man who liked to pick his feet and said angrily, "What old sword god! It's the sword god!"

There was once a poor Wood Sword Ranger who was still silent and said boldly, "If there is a peerless swordsman named Wen in the world, there is no doubt that it will be me!"

Someone is no longer in the world.

Some people are no longer in the world.

Some people are still in front of you.

After Xu Fengnian came to his senses, he put down the tea bowl and shouted to the trembling tea stall shopkeeper over there: "Do you have green ant wine? Come two pots!"

Nowadays, brewing wine is prohibited in Beiliang Road, so the new green ants in the wine shops of all sizes are destined to be unable to drink. Most of them were stored in previous years. This tea stall has to do business with foreigners because of the arrival of the tide. After all, a bowl of Dingshen Soup is only a few cents, which is far less easy to make money than selling wine. I specially bought some relatively poor aged green ant wine with the restaurant. Now there are four or five jars left, so I brought two jars to this table. Now the price of one jar is about four jars of green ants from the previous few years. Fortunately, the habit of mixing water in Beiliang has no habit of water. Green ants are good or bad, but they are all authentic. As the people in the Central Plains swarm to Wudang Mountain, I don’t know who shouted it first, saying that “If you don’t drink green ant wine, you will come to Beiliang in vain.”

Chen Tianyuan asked, "Do you treat me?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "You ask me to calm the god soup, and I ask you green ant wine back. What's wrong with it?"

Chen Tianyuan said seriously: "There is nothing wrong, but I don't drink."

Xu Fengnian said in surprise: "There are still swordsmen in the world who don't drink?"

Chen Tianyuan pointed at himself and said with a natural expression: "I am."

Xu Fengnian looked at the two jars of green ant wine on the table, feeling a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!