"Stop it all for me."

Wang Xiyao and the slaves led by the head both instinctively took a few steps back and opened the distance. They were wary of each other.

Wang Xiyao felt a little tired physically and mentally. In practice, it consumes more physical and mental strength than practicing swords. If you are not careful, you will die under the other party’s sword.

but.

With actual combat, Wang Xiyao's psychological quality will be sublimated. It will be of great benefit to his future practice.

A man with a little short figure came over with a few followers. The short figure had a serious face and a somewhat majestic temperament. He was obviously an official and might have a good official position.

Wang Xiyao took the sword and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Wang Xiyao, I have met the adults."

The short man said, "You are the son of Wang Xiyao, praised by the vendors. He is indeed a handsome talent. This official Cao Cao, whose courtesy name is Meng De."

Wang Xiyao was shocked and looked at Cao Cao.

The person in front of me is the famous Cao Cao? He really can't be looked at.

Cao Cao asked, "Your Majesty, do you still have the laws of the Han Dynasty when you draw your swords on the street?"

Wang Xiyao did not explain, but lowered his head to admit his mistake: "The people in the grass know they were wrong."

The head slave said, "Cao Mengde, don't be arrogant. We are from Zhang Rang's mansion. However, since you come forward, we will give you face. Let's stop for the time being and no longer make things difficult for the boy Wang Xiyao."

Several slaves left the scene in a swagger.

When it comes to arrogance, Cao Cao really can't compare to them.

Cao Cao knew how to be sensible and wise, but these slaves were completely crazy about death. As long as Zhang Rang fell, they would be in trouble and would have no place to die.
Chapter completed!