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"I taught you my skills, so why don't I make you a sword? You all rob yourself of good things. If you have the skills, go and rob them."

"I originally wanted to become the best swordsman in the world, but it seems that besides giving you food and drinks, you have wasted so many years of my efforts."

"You are still the best in the world. You are like this. You are restless and not calm at all. It would be great if you can survive."

"But......"

Lu Xiaoxian seemed to have something to say, but he held it back again. He knew that he was already at this point, and it was useless to say more.

"Okay, go to the house and take down the bamboo hanging from the beam. No matter how bad you are, you are still a disciple of my old man Changqiao. If you go out to have a fight, you can't go empty-handed, otherwise you will lose your identity."

Hearing what the master said, Lu Xiaoxian immediately stood up and jumped into the room. He actually knew that in order to deceive him, the old man had shown his hands once or twice, and he saw the blue waves in the river moving with his fingers.

Lu Xiaoxian entered the house and took it out with a jump. Although his palms hurt a little, he was still a little excited when he shook the bamboo to make sure that something was really moving inside.

When he came to the courtyard, he asked Master: "Master, is this it?"

"Yes, open it."

Lu Xiaoxian was about to knock it open with an iron rod.

"It's stupid. Just open it from the head and pour it out. It's such a good thing. It won't hurt if it gets broken."

Lu Xiaoxian smiled awkwardly and pulled out the rag stuffed at one end. Sure enough, he saw a black hilt. When he took it out, he saw that it was indeed a good sword. The scabbard was finely made and the hilt was pitch black. However, there was a black dragon wrapped around it, giving off a black aura. There were two eyes.

The blood is red and looks scary. The blade of the sword is dark and shiny, with a cold light.

"Be careful, don't break it."

When Lu Xiaoxian listened to the old man's words, he also moved his eyes away from the sword and looked at the old man who was looking at him.

"Thank you old man."

"The old master's name is Changqiao Old Man, what an old man."

The old man said with a bit of stubbornness and contempt.

"Master, do you think that if I defeat you, I can become the best in the world?"

"Defeat me? You ungrateful guy. I just handed you the nigger who eats the food, and you want to beat me. You are a piece of shit. You are so angry with me."

The old man was excited.

Lu Xiaoxian quickly explained: "Master, I'm just making an analogy. It's not always you who hit me, it's never my fault that hit you. Besides... how dare I?!"

The old man shook his head and said: "Even if you beat me, old man, you may not be the best swordsman in the world. Only if you can challenge Martial Arts Temple alone and then fight Yao Zhonger can you become the real best swordsman in the world."

"But Master, don't they say that Chaoyang City is the most respected place in martial arts?"

"That's now, when the so-called masters hide and the fleas rule the roost."

The old man touched his beard and felt that what he said made sense.

"Master, can you beat them?"

"One draw and one loss."

"Master, who did you lose to?"

Lu Xiaoxian continued to ask.

"Of course it's Momoyama Yao Zhonger's Chonglou Sword. Do you still have to think about it?"

"Then I'll go find Yao Zhong'er and compete."

The old man looked at the arrogant boy in front of him and said: "Don't be arrogant. Taoshan is not something you can challenge if you want. Yao Zhong'er has a eccentric personality and has been hiding from the world for many years. If he doesn't have a few brushes, he can take one move at a time.

If you don't stop, you will die immediately."

"Then I don't care. If I defeat him, I will be number one. Otherwise..."

As Lu Xiaoxian was talking, he suddenly thought of Chen Daoxuan who challenged him, and said smoothly: "Or I'll have you operated on."

The old man immediately stared at Lu Xiaoxian with wide eyes, and kicked him towards the big step.

Lu Xiaoxian kicked out a few steps and then came to his senses. He shook his body, waved his hands repeatedly, and hurriedly explained: "Master, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the guy who chased me. He claimed to be from the Martial Arts Temple, so I happened to have him stabbed. It's not you.

Old man, how dare I act so arrogantly on you?"

"roll."

"Master, where can I go at this late hour? Drive me away. Be careful that no one will take care of you."

Lu Xiaoxian looked at the old man with a shameless expression.

"Nonsense, of course I'm going to catch pheasants and hares. The little you bring back won't be enough to fill your teeth."

"Okay, Master, I'll go right away."

Lu Xiaoxian was about to go out, but it seemed that he had forgotten to ask something. He turned around and raised his sword and asked, "Master, can I take it with me?"

The old man glared at Lu Xiaoxian.

"I've given it all to you, you can take it with you or not. Put the iron rod back into the bamboo tube and put it back where it belongs. If you pick up another stupid boy someday, you can continue to cheat."

"Then just wait, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Lu Xiaoxian started running forward and backward. Just as he jumped out of the fence, a big and red fairy peach hit the old man's head.

On the third day, Chen Daoxuan arrived as promised and came to Lihua Town early to wait for Lu Xiaoxian.

But it's strange. Everyone in the town is talking about something today, as if something big has happened. However, Chen Daoxuan is a quiet person, and he didn't come forward to inquire. He came to a three-story small house alone.

Lu Xiaoxian was waiting for her on the roof of the building.

This small building does not look very impressive, but the roof is also the highest point in the town. It is not very open during the day, but it is naturally very lively at night. It is euphemistically called: "Red Flower Building."

The sun was rising, giving Chen Daoxuan's Taoist robes a baking smell.

I thought to myself: "Lu Xiaoxian is a rogue in the first place, how could I believe his words? It's really like hell."

"You little naughty boy, you haven't eaten bamboo noodles for three days and you dare to go to the house to uncover the tiles?"

While Chen Daoxuan was still thinking, a dark and deep voice suddenly sounded, which startled Chen Daoxuan.

Looking back, I saw that the man was dressed in black, standing lightly on his spine. He wore a black mask, fangs and ghostly eyes, and a peach blossom mark on his forehead.

There is a sword in his hand, which matches the mask perfectly. It is the same color. At the end of the sword hilt, a red streamer passes by, moving in the wind. This man also has one hand on the back, which looks very cool.

"Who are you?"

Chen Daoxuan asked in a low voice, suppressing his heart that was raising his voice.

"I am your uncle, or you may call me younger to look younger."

The man was still so gloomy.

"This kid is unreasonable and dares to say such arrogant words."

Chen Daoxuan was a little angry and looked at him quietly.

"Don't just watch, you should do it with me. I really can't hold it in any longer."

The man couldn't hold it in any longer, so he quickly stood up on his feet, took off his mask, inserted it into his waist, and revealed a face like Lu Xiaoxian's, giggling.

"I didn't realize it. You're such a naughty guy and you keep your word."

"If you have wine to drink and meat to eat, you will definitely come. Have you prepared any money?"

"Then it depends on whether you can get up."

As he spoke, Chen Daoxuan's white jade sword took out its sheath and stabbed Lu Xiaoxian.

Lu Xiaoxian turned to the right, separated by the unsheathed black slave in his hand, and kicked Chen Daoxuan's butt. Chen Daoxuan jumped forward and almost fell. Fortunately, Lu Xiaoxian's other hand was not idle either.

, grabbed his belt.

Although Chen Daoxuan was still in shock, he slashed upward with his sword again. Lu Xiaoxian dodged lightly and took a few steps back.

"Oh, your martial arts temple is just... this, it's too common. Don't talk about me, even an ordinary strong man can easily handle you."

After hearing what Lu Xiaoxian said, Chen Daoxuan was not angry, and he fired a few more moves. He also knew that the guy in front of him was really difficult to deal with, but he didn't draw his sword, he just used it as a gesture and practice.

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