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When he walked into the wine stall, he saw the familiar colors one gray and one red. For some reason, Lao Huang had a strong sense of déjà vu.

A familiar scene appeared in his mind. The image of him eating melon seeds and chasing his eldest son to beat him made him feel a little ache.

After meeting everyone and getting acquainted, Lao Huang took a few steps forward and grinned habitually.

"Mr. Luo, you are also in Emperor Wu City." Two neat rows of white teeth blinded the tilapia dog.

Every time I see him, I have the urge to knock out his front teeth and force him to smoke for a year and not brush his teeth.

The old yellow in Tilapia's mind must be one with big yellow teeth and missing front teeth.

The old Huang in front of me is probably not inferior to him in eating melon seeds. He has a few front teeth, and Luo is really not happy to see them.

Nunu pursed her lips and pointed to the opposite side of her, "Sit anywhere you want.

I've reserved the wine stall today, so you can drink as much as you want, and I'll see you off."

"Send off from the special code. I'm here to challenge Wang Xianzhi, not to die." He cursed in his heart, but Lao Huang didn't refuse. Instead, he put down the long luggage behind him and sat down opposite Tilapia.

He looked deeply at Tilapia and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Luo, do you know my identity?"

"In order to sharpen my sword skills, I also forge swords. Where do you think my inspiration comes from?" After saying it with a smile, Tilapia shouted to the waiter: "Waiter, a pot of rice wine, a roast chicken, a pound of pork belly,

A plate of fried peanuts." Thinking of something, he added: "Remember to add salt."

What Tilapia ordered made Jian Jiuhuang a little dazed, and then he grinned again and said: "I didn't expect that a master like Mr. Luo would actually know Lao Huang. I'm so lucky!"

"Watma almost worked as an extra in Xue Zhong in her previous life. In the end, she gave up on you because of other dramas and the packed lunches were full of meat. Can you not recognize me?" She complained in her heart, Tilapia shook her head with a smile.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Lao Huang stopped asking and chose to remain silent.

In less than ten minutes, the waiter brought the wine and meat to the table.

In the astonishment of Hongshu and the calm eyes of Tilapia, Lao Huang stood up, brought the wine and meat to the empty table and sat down in a cool manner.

"Master?" Hongshu looked at Tilapia.

"Let it go.

He snatched the last bite of Xu Fengnian, let alone you and me, two unrelated people." Tilapia shook his head with a wry smile, and in the astonishment of Sweet Potato, Tilapia grabbed the little girl's wrist and pressed her to the bench on one side.

Seeing that the little girl was about to stand up, she said with a straight face: "I will make an exception today. It's just this one time. I won't make an exception next time." The little girl has always been firmly opposed to sitting at the same table with Tilapia.

In her words, there is no reason for a slave to sit at the same table as his master.

However, today, the master is so strong that the little girl has no choice but to surrender.

After eating up the roasted chicken, pork belly, and drinking up the rice wine in the pot, Lao Huang grinned at the tilapia again, leisurely took off the sword case behind him, and jumped towards the top of the city.

"Wang Xianzhi, Jian Jiuhuang came to fight the unfinished fight before." The voice was still echoing in Emperor Wu City. Tilapia closed his eyes and released his domineering aura.

Not only him, hearing the sound, countless people looked up at the city wall, expecting to see a shocking battle.

The younger generation of people at the bottom only know that Wang Xianzhi is powerful, but the older generation of Jianghu people are more looking forward to what kind of style the once-famous Jian Jiuhuang will burst out.

"Sword One, one sword opens the dust and moves the dragon and snake."

"Two Swords, the two rituals are mutually reinforcing and holding the lotus."

"Sword three, there are three kilograms of sword energy on the sword."

"Four of Swords, Four Clouds Ups and Downs."

"Five of Swords, the wind and snow send Guanyin to the west."

"Sword Six, Jiazi Six Paths Lock Reincarnation."

"Seven swords, seven swords pick out all the stars in the sky."

"Kenpachi, the last song of the eight immortals kneeling down."

Hongshu was just surprised by Lao Huang's strength, but Wang Xianzhi was horrified.

Sword 1 to Sword 8 were used in turn. After 68 moves, Jian Jiuhuang's momentum changed violently. The sword's energy and sharpness were several times stronger than before.

Tilapia opened her eyes suddenly, her fighting spirit rising.

If he didn't take the first eight swords seriously at all, Jian Jiuhuang's current sword energy, even now, he had to praise for its awesomeness.

He spoke subconsciously and said loudly: "Jianjiu, bad horse and yellow wine for six thousand miles, not bad! Not bad!"

The Milky Way is upside down and plummeting thousands of miles."

Hongshu's lovely eyes widened, extremely surprised.

After another 49 moves, Lao Huang's body shook violently as he used all his strength, and his momentum shriveled up instantly like a deflated rubber ball.

Wang Xianzhi's arms were completely ruined, and she looked at the frustrated man with admiration, admiration, and a bit of regret.

The Nine-Year Sword Style is amazing and beautiful, but the person who uses the sword will eventually get old.

If time went back twenty years and fought today, I would definitely be able to see the true glory of Six Thousand Miles.

While Wang Xianzhi was sighing with emotion, a shocking sword intent erupted in Emperor Wu's city. The sword energy was only strong, and its sharp edge was a bit better than Six Thousand Miles.

"Wang Xianzhi, recover well today.

Tomorrow at noon, fifty miles away from the East China Sea, we are still there." The sound was like thunder, resounding through Emperor Wu's city. The warriors around him searched everywhere, but they could not find the source of the sword intent or the sound.

"What a sharp sword. Okay, tomorrow at noon, I'll be waiting for you fifty miles away from the East China Sea."

When you leave, I will appear. Wang Xianzhi's response ignited Emperor Wu's city once again.

"Did you hear that?

Wang Xianzhi decided to go to sea for a fight, does that mean he recognized that the other party is qualified to fight with him with all his strength?" Someone trembled with excitement, grabbed his companion and asked.

The companions also looked up at the top of the city and were so excited that they said nothing.

In Guanhai Tower, a man in green clothes had just marveled at the Ninety-Six Thousand Miles Sword. The next moment he looked up at the window in surprise and murmured: "What a sharp sword, what a strange sword. Who is it?"

At night..., in the Tianzi room of an inn somewhere in Emperor Wu City, Hongshu, dressed in red, silently threw the quilt on the bed into the corner and put on the quilt he had brought with him through the sac-biting bag.

The quilt was laid out, as if doing the most natural thing, quietly taking off the clothes under the candlelight.

With her pink and white body exposed to the air, the little girl got into the bed silently, with only her little head exposed.

In the past, the little girl would have complained that the inn bed was too short and the host was uncomfortable sleeping.

Tonight, Hongshu was not in that mood. Instead, she stared blankly at the man floating cross-legged in the air, lost in thought.

Time passed bit by bit, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the tilapia slowly fell back to the ground.

Seeing this, Hongshu quickly got out of bed and reached out to untie the man's robe when he returned to the bed.

"Master, the bed has been warmed, you can rest now."

"Hmm..." Nodding, Tilapia got into the warm bed filled with fragrance like no one else.

As soon as he lay down, a body that was petite and smooth compared to his own naturally slipped into his arms.

Different from the past, the owner of the small body did not lie down quietly this time. Instead, like an octopus, he hugged himself tightly and whispered in a seductive voice: "Master, the sweet potato has grown up, you can

pick."

"Be careful, you can't do it today." Seeing the disappointment on the girl's face, Tilapia added: "When the master defeats Wang Xianzhi tomorrow, I can eat the soft and sweet sweet potatoes.

Today..." He hugged the little girl who was smiling again, and patted the girl's smooth and moist pink back, like coaxing a child: "Be good! Go to sleep."

"Oh..." she responded in disappointment. The little girl did not let go of her master, but instead hugged him tighter.

A sword energy suddenly appeared in the room, smashing the burning wick into pieces, and completely plunged into darkness.

In the quiet night, the girl's even breathing soon came out.

The voice is very small, like a kitten. It is not annoying, but more attractive.
Chapter completed!