"Miss Huang, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar have arrived. Why haven't your father arrived yet?" Yang Yifei had enough food and drink, put down his chopsticks, and asked casually.

Huang Rong was savoring the food carefully and said without raising her head: "I was taken hostage by Ouyang Feng from Lunan and was not with my father. How could I know why he hasn't arrived yet?"

Yang Yifei glanced at her speechlessly, no longer asked, spread his hands and a pack of napkins appeared in his hand, opened the hole on it, pulled out a piece of it and wiped his mouth, and then said, "I'm full, please use it slowly."

"Yeah, thank you Mr. Yang."

In fact, although Hong Qigong and Master Yideng were both having dinner, they also paid attention to Yang Yifei intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that something appeared out of thin air when he spread his hands, they finally understood how this table of delicious food came about.

After seeing his movements, I also understood that the white and soft paper looked like a handkerchief and used to wipe my mouth.

After rubbing his mouth, Yang Yifei walked to the side, waved his hand to release a few park-like chairs, which formed a U-shaped shape, enough to sit down dozens of people. He untied the bronze sword behind him and inserted it on the ground, and sat on the chair to rest.

After a while, the others were full and drunk. They followed Yang Yifei's appearance and each took a tissue and wiped their mouths clean.

Everyone was very interested in the paper drawing. They gathered together and studied it. Soon they realized that they were stacking each other together, and then they pulled out one and then took out another one.

But they never understood how this paper is made with a faint fragrance, soft and exquisite and beautiful paper.

However, although they couldn't find out, they knew that this paper was a good thing. Hong Qigong and Master Yideng were embarrassed, but Huang Rong was not embarrassed. She pulled a large stack and put it in her arms.

Yang Yifei laughed at the sight of the sacredness and said, "Miss Huang, although that napkin is very expensive, I still have a lot of them. If you like it, I can give you some."

After saying that, he waved his hand and three boxes of "heart-to-heart contact" fell on the ground in front of him. Huang Rong's eyes lit up and she hurriedly walked over, and others surrounded her.

Yang Yifei opened the cardboard box, took it out and handed it to Huang Rong. Although Huang Rong was quite thick-skinned, she thanked her before taking it.

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "This napkin can be used instead of handkerchiefs or as toilet paper. It can be thrown away after use. It is both convenient and comfortable. Come on and see you, and you will have a share."

There are 4 packs of napkins in a box, 6 packs of them, and 200 packs are all pumped, and 3 packs are 12 packs. Yang Yifei gave one to one pack, and there are 3 packs left. It just so happened that the old naughty boy, Yinggu and Huang Yaoshi have not arrived yet, so I can leave them.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your gift, I will refuse."

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

On the top of Mount Hua, there are famous masters in the The Legend of the Condor Heroes world, each holding a pull-up paper in his hand, just like an old man who just came out of the supermarket. The scene was indescribable and funny, Yang Yifei couldn't help but want to laugh.

Huang Rong held the paper in front of her eyes and looked over and over again for a while, and said, "Young Master Yang, what material is used to wrap napkins? I have never seen it before."

Yang Yifei casually said: "This is called a plastic bag. It cannot be made with the current craftsmanship in the secular world, but it is useless. It is just used to wrap things. It is as waterproof as oil paper, but it is lighter than oil paper. When you need to pick up a napkin, you can tear it directly."

Everyone was unaware of the harshness. Look at what they said, as soon as they opened their mouths, they were "in the world", which was really a tone of a god.

Everyone sat down, and Master Yideng smiled and said, "It's shameful to say that we ate the delicacies of the young master and received the gifts of the young master, but we still knew nothing about the identity and origin of the young master. It's really rude."

Everyone else looked at him. Yang Yifei smiled slightly when he saw this, stood up and said, "Then let me introduce myself!"

"I'm Yang's name, Yifei, from Beihai Ice and Fire Island. I just returned to Middle Earth from overseas a few days ago. After hearing about the Huashan Sword Competition, I'll join in the fun."

Hong Qigong said in surprise: "Young Master wants to participate in the sword contest?"

Yang Yifei said: "It does have this intention. I heard that the Quanzhen Sect Chongyang Zhenren was ranked fourth, fighting alone in the East Evil, the West Poison Emperor, the South Beggar, and defeating him in battle, and winning the title of supernatural power."

"Since the departure of the Zhongshen Zhenren Immortal, the position of the Zhongshen power has been vacant for many years. There are all five unique things in the world. I am not talented and believe that I am still a master of sword control. Therefore, I intend to inherit the title of Zhongshen power. At noon tomorrow, I would like to ask you more advice."

Mr. Hong Qigong and Master Yideng looked at each other, and suddenly they didn't know what to say. Is it interesting that you, a god-like person, come to compete for this false reputation with a group of ordinary people?

Huang Rong said curiously: "Is your sword-controlling technique very powerful?"

Yang Yifei said, "I don't know if it's powerful or not, but at least it's awesome."

Hong Qigong said with a laugh and cry: "Jue, it's true. At least, except for the young master, the old beggar has never seen the second person who can fly with a sword."

After saying that, he was excited again and then said, "I just don't know what kind of power this sword-controlling technique is used for fighting. Old beggar is really curious. Although he knows that he is not a match for the young master, he still has to see the sword-controlling technique."

Master Yideng nodded in agreement. He originally had little interest in the battle for reputation in Huashan sword competition, and he came here just to resolve a grievance.

But he was also very curious about the sword-controlling technique and said he would also participate and had a fight with Yang Yifei.

...

Everyone chatted for a while, and night gradually fell. Huang Rong leaned on Guo Jing's shoulder and fell asleep, while the others closed their eyes and rested.

After a while, everyone suddenly opened their eyes together, but footsteps sounded. Not far away, two black shadows rushed out from behind the cliff.

After the man running in front saw the few people under the moonlight, he shouted as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Master Yideng, old beggar, Brother Guo, help, help me quickly!"

Huang Rong was also awakened by the scream. Everyone instantly heard that the person who spoke was Zhou Botong, and Qiu Qianren was chasing him.

Except for Yang Yifei, everyone was amazing. Zhou Botong's martial arts skills were much higher than Qiu Qianren. When he was in the Western Regions, Qiu Qianren was forced to escape by Zhou Botong. Why did he do the opposite now?

It turned out that Zhou Botong, Qiu Qianren, Ouyang Feng and Guo Jing were fighting blindly in the stone house of the Western Regions. Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng escaped one after another, and Qiu Qianren also found an opportunity to rush out.

Zhou Botong chased Qiu Qianren, and Qiu Qianren was exhausted by him, and was filled with grief and anger. He thought that he was the leader of the martial arts gang and was humiliated. He just hoped to find a happy way to stop himself from falling into Zhou Botong's hands and being poisoned by tea.

Just as he glanced at a glance, he saw several poisonous snakes hanging in the sand and stones. He knew that this type of snake was extremely poisonous. As long as he was bitten, his whole body would be numb and he would die the most painless.

Immediately grabbed one, stretched out my finger and pinched the poisonous snake seven inches. When Zhou Botong chased me, he was about to put the snake mouth towards his wrist, but Zhou Aintong was most afraid of snakes in his life, so he screamed and turned around and ran away.

Qiu Qianren was stunned for a while before he realized that Zhou Botong was afraid of snakes. When this came, the situation immediately reversed. Qiu Qianren caught another snake with his left hand, shouted and rushed over.

Zhou Botong was so scared that he was terrified and ran wildly. Qiu Qianren was known as "floating on the water with iron palms". His light body skills were still above him. If he hadn't been afraid of him and dared not approach him too much, he would have caught up with him.

The two of them escaped and chased each other until dark, and Zhou Botong took the opportunity to escape. Qiu Qianren actually took the lead in advance as a retreat, but he was secretly amused in his heart, but he didn't dare to take it seriously.

With the means to deal with Zhou Botong, he dared to go to Huashan to attend the swordsmanship.

Qiu Qianren originally thought that in today's world, Zhou Botong's martial arts skills were superior to him. If he was shocked by a poisonous snake, he would have the hope of being the only hero in the next day.

Unexpectedly, he would have bumped into Master Yideng and Hong Qigong, and he was surrounded by everyone except Guo Jing and Huang Rong in an instant. Now he was completely confused.
Chapter completed!