Chapter 92 Unparalleled

The swordsman woke up the dreamer. The casting sword in the white fog suddenly woke up: "The scattered master also regards that fragment as life now. Fortunately, thanks to my strong martial arts, otherwise the scattered superiors will never run." Sanxiu said that he patted the sword clan on the shoulder here: "Fortunately, you are in a hurry and know how to scare others with the mysterious soul to chase jade. Of course, thanks to your cattle 13 skills in Jimo Villa, those things are really good to scare people."

The sword clan nodded. Last night, he was also in a dangerous move. Fortunately, Sanxiu did not know that he was just Zhu Jianzhangping next to him last night. In fact, he was unconscious at that time. As Zhu Jianzhang Ping said, those unique skills in the Mo Villa were really good to frick people.

In the case that the scattered practitioners thought that the casting sword Zhangping was their own, and the unique skills of the Mo Villa could make people maximize their skills when using the same skills, so the scattered practitioners feel that the swordsmen themselves chose to escape when their skills were equal to his scattered practitioners.

In fact, as long as the Sanxiu superior at that time made a move to himself who was supported by Jianzhang Ping with internal force at that time, the Sanxiu superiors could immediately find the problem. So as to solve yourself. Thinking of this, the swordsman immediately felt a cold sweat.

"Have a good rest. You haven't had time to complete the exhausted internal strength in Dantian." After saying that, Zhang Ping drilled into the edge of the cold ice sword.

"Thank you." The swordsman respectfully arched his hand to cast the sword. The latter smiled dryly: "Kid, practice well. One day you will be able to reach the tenth floor of the realm of Shuntian. At that time, you will no longer need to use me and the treasures of your family to fool people."

The swordsman nodded, and the cast sword Zhangping then drilled into the ice blade. The swordsman looked up and looked out of the window. The demon sun was in the west, and the edge of the sky had already ignited red clouds. The red glow was all over the sky, and the whole town seemed to be shrouded in this fiery world at this time.

The swordsman got out of bed and opened the pavilion directly, ordered a boiled wine cake and a pot of Jiangzhou music.

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The swordsman casually filled their cups with wine and drank a cup. Where on earth were Wanrong? The swordsman has never figured out this problem. From the departure of Zhu Jianzhang Ping to now, the swordsman himself has not figured it out.

According to the book records of the secret room organ, there are only two places, one is the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and the other is the wall pavilion. The downhill secret passage of the kitchen has obviously been blocked more than ten days ago, and there seems to be only one place left that can hide, that is, the one in the room of the public. There is the secret road recorded by the family, but the secret road obviously cannot hide people.

Because there was only an aisle left in the whole secret channel, the secret room where he and his father-in-law lost 300 rounds of battle with the donkey were obviously collapsed by himself. So where else can Wanrong be hidden? The swordsmen can't think about it any more, and they can't figure out where Wanrong will be hidden.

And where are Xiao Yu and Fang Miaoyu now? The sword clan itself does not know. At that time, Fang Miaoyu threw himself directly to the second true spirit sent by the Sanxiu superior, which made the sword clan's already seriously injured body even more overwhelmed. Should I blame Fang Miaoyu?

The swordsman thought that they should not blame Fang Miaoyu's choice at that time. If they changed themselves, they may not be willing to face the enemy alone, not to mention the mid-term skills of the nine-level realm of Shuntian and the mid-level confrontation of the ten-level realm of Shuntian.

The sword clan did not want to go any further. He put down the wine glass in his hand. The sword clan went to the window and looked out. Diefeng Town was in full view. At this time, the town seemed a little lively and prosperous. The sword clan casually threw an ingot of silver on the table. The sword clan flew down by the window, and the sword clan fell to the ground in full view of the public.

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The first day, the second day, and a few days are the third day. After a few steps, the swordsman saw a group of people coming in this direction, led by a relatively young teenager. Judging from the momentum alone, it seems that it should be the latter stage of the eighth floor of Shuntianjing. The swordsman looked at their clothes again, and their clothes looked extremely luxurious. Golden crown, long hair, silky satin, against the background of these things, the sword clan looks a little shabby at this time.

"Sword Brother? Long time no see." The leading prince saluted the swords. Junxiu's face was full of a sincere smile, so that people could not see the slightest fraud. If the swordsman doesn't know the identity of the other party and looks at the smile alone, maybe the swordsman will really call him a brother. Knowing the identity of others is another matter.

Lu Wuchen, the young owner of Fengming Villa, is a famous young chivalrous man of the first generation of the Western Liang Empire, a powerful western country in the Asian continent. He is known as "unparalleled". If Dugu flower picker is chasing women desperately, then the man in front of him is desperately chased by women.

"It turned out to be Brother Lu. It's really rare to see him." The swordsman bowed their hands. A smile was barely squeezed out of the cold and frosty interior, and the corners of his mouth rose more or less, making people feel as if they were really laughing.

"You and I haven't seen each other for three years. Why don't we go to the restaurant for a chat?" Lu Wuchen pointed to the restaurant next to him. At this time, it was not easy for the swords to brush the beauty of others. Lu Wuchen took a team of people from Fengming Villa into a restaurant in Diefeng Town.

In a short time, many dishes have been served.

Lu Wuchen casually retreated to the bodyguard behind him. Looking at this, the swordsman knew that Lu Wuchen had something to say, or Lu Wuchen's real purpose was about to be exposed in front of them. The swordsman knew that Fengming Villa was a rookie in the past hundred years, and it was also the most eye-catching force in the martial arts in addition to his father in a hundred years.

In such a short time, such a family has turned the original pattern of the two powers of Jimo Villa and Biluo Villa in the Chinese martial arts into today's separate pattern of Jimo, Fengming and Biluo. This is the luck of Fengming Villa and the misfortune of Fengming Villa.

It is said to be lucky, because it can reach such a peak in just a hundred years. Such achievements alone are enough to make the name Fengming Villa immortal in the history of Chinese martial arts. It is said that this is unfortunate that Fengming Villa is the shortcoming compared with the other two forces. To this day, Fengming Villa has its power, its intelligence network, its scrolls, its collection of skills, and its capital accumulation are only limited to the First Empire of Xiliang.

Such a shortcoming not only makes Fengming Villa not only destined to be the last to respond to anything among the three major villas, but also leads to the narrowness of the overall sphere of influence of Fengming Villa.

And Fengming Villa has the biggest problem, which has been unresolved. In fact, the problem is how the various sects in the martial arts treat today's countries. Jimo chose cooperation, so throughout the thousand-year history of Jimo, no matter how many masters the three states of Jimo have changed (the territory of the Second Empire in half a month is divided into the three states of Jun, Jiang and Yi, and the whole subcontinent is divided into seventy and forty Kyushu), Jimo has chosen limited cooperation or overall cooperation. It is this brilliance that has created the position of Jimo's martial arts today.

Biluo Villa is also unequivocal in dealing with this issue. The limited cooperation method that has been adopted has also allowed Biluo Villa to stand in the world for thousands of years. On the contrary, the choice of Fengming Villa is actually ignored. Such consequences are obvious and will only cause two results, either Fengming is expelled from Xiliang or extermination. After all, today's governments of the twelve Chinese countries, this is a topic that no matter which sect can avoid.

The topic is too far away, let's say that the swordsman in the restaurant held the high-quality wine on the table "concubine smiles" (a kind of wine name: it is rumored that a concubine who did not like to laugh until one day she drank this wine in a speechless manner, and she was already smiling and full of spring breeze.)

The sword clan didn't look at the "concubine smile" and just looked at Lu Wuchen on the opposite side. He knew that Lu Wuchen must say something, but what did he mean? The swordsman doesn't know.

"Remier Jian's reputation has been even better recently." Lu Wuchen took a sip of the "concubine smile" and his face was filled with a smile.

The sword clan only nodded and expressed its own feelings: "The fault of the sword clan is indeed a little bigger."

Lu Wuchen nodded and said yes, and then the words changed: "I don't know what Brother Jian's plan is."

"Naturally, I went to the Zen sect and plead guilty," the sword clan said, but I really couldn't figure out what Lu Wuchen's intention was to mention this at this time? Can Fengming still get a piece of the pie in this matter? No, is it possible that Fengming Villa also wants Xuanhun to chase jade fragments? It seems that this is the only possibility at present.

"I just don't know how the Jimo Villa will deal with Brother Jian. Although Brother Jian is the young owner of Jimo Villa, I heard that the family law of Jimo Villa has always been clear, so I think that the owner of Jianfengliu Zhuang will not be very soft on Brother Jian."

"Are the dust-free brothers threatening me?"

"I dare not, if Brother Jian can reveal such a little news, Fengming Villa will not report to Jimo and not to Chanmen. I don't know what Brother Jian's intention is.

The swordsman listened and took a soft smile on his face: "Fengming Villa is really a good calculation." After saying that, the swordsman put the wine glass on the table and picked up his ice blade and walked outside: "Jimo may not be afraid of Fengming. If Fengming Villa wants to think about Jimo, you'd better think clearly."

Facing the footsteps of the swordsman leaving, Lu Wuchen was not angry at all, but took a sip of wine. There was a trace of sarcasm on Junxiu's face: "What if it's that little girl or your cousin?"

As soon as Lu Wuchen finished speaking, he saw a white shadow shaking, and his slender fingers tightly restrain Lu Wuchen's throat. The bodyguards of Fengming Villa did not react at all. It was not that they were too slow, but that the swords were too fast.

The swordsman, who were still smiling just now, had no smile at all at this time, and their handsome faces looked terrible: "Where are they?"