Yang Weide knew Lu Ming and some of the past between Lu Ming and Xue Mei. After all, Xue Mei’s source of industry has not been concealed by himself. This is also one of the sources of confidence that he wants to be with Xue Mei.
Now, is anyone going to challenge Lord Xue Mei's majesty? But, it's up to them? Are they worthy?
Thinking of this, the frost on Yang Weide's face gradually melted, and gradually escaped from his anger when he learned the news. After calming down, he showed a feminine smile on his face. He looked at Xiao Fan and asked, "How are their strength?"
Xiao Fan thought for a while and said, "I remember that there was a man named Leng Jian, who was the one who timidly withdrew from the late stage of the trial competition last year. There was also a fat man. He was the one who broke his tendons by Cheng Zifeng, one of the top ten geniuses in the country. The other was not old, but he was very handsome. I really didn't recognize him, but the sword realm was definitely not as good as a great sword master!"
"Oh? Is it these disabled people? They came to find Nangong Huajian, and it was really a disabled person gathering!"
Yang Weide showed a playful smile, turned around and sat on the large recliner, wandering back and forth. He thought for a moment, and then said, "I took action to teach them a lesson. It was simply a loss of my identity, and it was also an indirect loss of Lord Xue Mei's identity. Although Nangong Huajian's right hand was ruined, he still had true energy. More people would be worried that his sword skills would be restored. Haha, these people came to him and used the banner of challenging Lord Xue Mei. I think other forces in the city have already set their sights on them. You will return to the street immediately, pay attention to all the dynamics of other forces, and report to me at any time."
Chapter 6
As time goes by, the business of Jiuke Home has become more and more popular. The door has been completely filled with cars and horses, trampling the dilapidated streets even more dilapidated.
In the tavern, Nangong Huajian walked out with a sword and walked out with a hearty laughter. The cheerful smile suddenly appeared on this vicissitudes of face, although it was a little out of place, but it seemed even more charming.
The drinkers were all stunned. The decadent aura on Nangong Huajian was so serious just now that he could give up his blood-sucking instinct and fall in love with wine. But why in this short moment, just as this young swordsman stabbed a sword, he immediately changed a person? And he was completely transformed?
The drinkers looked at each other and could not find the answer even after breaking their heads. There were naturally swordsmen among the drinkers. They saw some tricks, which seemed to be related to the sword of this young swordsman. However, this sword was so ordinary, without power, without sword energy, and even without even a trace of sword skills. It was like a sword student who was a beginner in swordsman. He stabbed like that, but things immediately turned around!
The drinkers really couldn't figure it out, but their free and easy surnames would never have no answers. They spent too much time on the question. After just a moment, they started to have a cup of tea again.
If it were before, Nangong Huajian would have looked at all the drinkers arrogantly, and then said, "You don't understand swords at all, but at this moment, he said nothing. After the hearty laughter, he just walked out of the tavern with Lu Ming and others with a smile on his face.
"I passed by here this time, so I came to take a look." Lu Ming said calmly after leaving the tavern.
Nangong Huajian nodded and asked, "Where are you going this time?"
"The young master wants to beat the woman who thinks she is a proud daughter, let her fall into the world, and let her not always think that nothing she does is not too much, it is all right. And the young master wants to take back all the lost property." When Qing'er talked about this, she was as happy as a lark.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Nangong Huajian said, then turned around, put the sword under his right rib, then took out a silver note with his left hand, put his calm eyes into the carriage and horse at the door, picked a good horse, and then said, "I want this horse."
The drunkard inside rushed out immediately. He was full of alcohol and looked at him with a glare. His palm had already grabbed the hilt of the sword. However, when he saw the silver note with a denomination of 500 taels, his anger instantly dissipated. He took the silver note with a smile on his face and then gave it a horse whip.
Nangong Huajian fully interpreted the wonderful use of money with his actions. He smiled and said, "Your property must be taken back."
Lu Ming also smiled with emotion, and the crowd whipped the horses and set off on the road.
At this time, a sneaky young man followed out in the tavern. He looked at the direction where Lu Ming and others disappeared, then turned over and ran away.
After this person left, Xiao Fan and a few people flashed out from the corner beside him. The tall and thin swordsman said, "Boss, that's Yu Xiaopeng's subordinate just now, right?"
Xiao Fan nodded and said, "That's right, Yu Xiaopeng is now second only to Boss Yang, and he has also received guidance from Lord Xue Mei. It seems that Boss Yang's expectations are indeed correct. He really doesn't need to take action."
"Boss, what should we do now?" another person asked.
"What should I do?" Xiao Fan looked at the tavern and said, "With Yu Xiaopeng taking action, I don't know that these people can't run out of Fenghua City. Let's just treat it as watching the fun and keep up."
Lu Ming and others rode their horses, while Nangong Huajian was thinking about the sword Lu Ming had just now. That sword was quite not simple. The sword technique contained in it could be changed. No matter how the other party responded, what he would greet would be a fatal blow.
Although it does not contain any power, it is because of this that I just interpreted what the ultimate sword technique is.
Although everyone has a different understanding of swordsmanship, this sword is like a lamp in the night sky, illuminating the road ahead for himself and allowing himself to move on. Even his master has never achieved such guidance.
Nangong Huajian looked up at the road ahead and suddenly felt that obstacles on the road were cleared one after another. No matter which one he took, it was feasible and he could continue to walk.
"It's you, you want to challenge Lord Xue Mei?"
An inappropriate voice always appears, but this voice makes Nangong Huajian disgusted. He looked forward and, next to a low-high building, the Yu Xiaopeng, who challenged himself and defeated himself with one sword, was now the second-generation youngest person in Fenghua City.
Lu Ming looked at the disgust between Nangong Huajian's brows before turning his eyes forward. A young man wearing a sky blue gown, 1.80 meters tall, symmetrical and strong, full but very pale, walked out with a long sword and arrogant steps.
The Eight-Strike Sword Master was indeed in a good sword realm. Lu Ming laughed gently, and behind this man, four subordinates were all in black clothes, with some unknown badge hanging on them, which looked like the prototype of a force.
As soon as this person appeared, his eyes were very obscure, but he kept staring at Nangong Huajian. It was obvious that although he was under the banner of Xue Mei, he actually came for Nangong Huajian.
"That's right, I'm going to defeat that woman." Lu Ming said lightly.
Yu Xiaopeng's eyes were circulating up and down, and he thought he was observing Nangong Huajian calmly, and found that his mental state to temperament had completely changed drastically. It was completely different from the situation he reported in the morning.
It seems that what his subordinates reported was true. It was this indifferent boy who gave him confidence.
But no matter what, people can't take Nangong Huajian away. How arrogant he used to be? He didn't even look at him at all, and he easily defeated himself with one sword.
Now I have just avenged a sword, making him completely decayed, live like a useless person, and then be cowardly until he dies. This is his due fate.
In any case, no one should be allowed to take him away. Isn’t it the confidence this kid gives him? Seeing that I defeated him with one sword, I will give up completely, and I can go to Lord Xue Mei to repay me!
Now, Lord Xue Mei has received an olive branch from the imperial royal family and the sword hall. His future is definitely the ranks of the Seven-Secret Sword.
I once received guidance from Lord Xue Mei, and now the sword realm has increased sharply and has become one of the masters. My future prospects are still limitless. Now this kid is the stepping stone for me to get closer to him!
Yu Xiaopeng sneered unconsciously. Whether he wanted Nangong Huajian to continue to be decadent or to get closer to adults, he would kill the boy in front of him!
What level is he? Huh? Is there only a great swordsman? That’s great, look at how my eight-strike great swordsman beat him away with one sword!
"You?" After tidying up the interests in your mind, Yu Xiaopeng walked forward a few steps, stood up and down with a arrogant look, looked at Lu Ming up and down, then curled his lips, shook his head disdainfully, and said, "You still want to challenge Lord Xue Mei? Don't you think about how much you have. Are you qualified enough? Are you worthy? If you want to challenge Lord Xue Mei, you have to pass my level first."
"Xue Mei? Still a sir?" Qing'er smiled with a subtle expression: "Can you imagine the consequences of the birds in the sky suddenly not flying?"
"The birds can't fly anymore, of course they're crushed to pieces." The man behind Yu Xiaopeng said cleverly.
"You answered correctly." Qing'er raised a thumb, then blinked and said, "It won't take a few days before that woman met my young master, even a villain. What shape would a scum do?"
Yu Xiaopeng turned around and glared at his subordinates, his face so cold that he almost scared his subordinates to the ground.
He turned around and sneered, "Don't you talk to a little girl like you, go to the back and let that little white face come out to face me like a man!" (To be continued.)