Xiejiazhuang, Ye, Duanlang sat alone in the small courtyard prepared for him by the Xiejia manager, looking at Leng Yue in the sky and dazed.

"I'm very unwilling to give up," suddenly a voice appeared in his ear. At this time, he realized that at some point, the man who was not much older than him had already become famous in the world. Even Xiongba, the leader of the World Association, whom he once admired, could not help but look at him. Xie Feihong, the owner of the Xiejiazhuang, had already appeared beside him.

"Master of the Manor," Duan Lang quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully. At the same time, he showed Xie Feihong behind him, but he didn't notice it at all and couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

Xie Feihong nodded slightly, then sat on the stone bench on the other side of the stone table and said lightly: "Sit."

"Duanlang dares not. In front of the owner, there is no room for Duanlang to sit," Duanlang said in a low posture.

"I remember saying that you are not a slave here, so there is no need to be so humble," Xie Feihong looked at Duan Lang for a moment, couldn't help but chuckled, and then said with a hint: "Or it's too long for you to bend down in the world and have forgotten the feeling of standing."

Duan Lang was stunned when he heard this. After a moment of silence, he sat silently opposite Xie Feihong.

"You can see that you are very unwilling to accept it, are you?" Xie Feihong chuckled and said, "No wonder, the son of Nanlin's sword head not only does the most humble job in the world, but is also sent to others like a cargo. If it were me, I would be unwilling to accept it."

Obviously Xie Feihong talked about Duan Lang's pain. Although Duan Lang was still silent on the surface, he could see his anger and his grief from his involuntary clenched fists and some small movements!

"I know why there are so many people in the world. I don't want it. You are the only one?" Xie Feihong continued.

Duan Lang's eyes flashed for a moment, and he finally spoke: "Because I am the son of Nanlin's sword head."

"There are reasons for this," Xie Feihong would not deny anything in this regard: "But this is not the most important thing, you are very extraordinary."

As the first person to admit him except his father, Duan Lang didn't know whether he should believe it or not. After all, in his current opinion, he only had this point in his eyes that Master Xie, who was a martial arts master, could catch the eyes of the eyes of the master of Zhuang Xie.

"To be honest, I'm very curious," Xie Feihong also knew that Duan Lang was not so easy to believe in people, so he skipped the topic and said lightly: "One is the World Club with the ability to win the world, and the other is the Xiejiazhuang, which is inconspicuous in the southern martial arts world. Suddenly, the identity gap changed so much, don't tell me that you would have no idea.

If you want to escape with your martial arts, you will have a chance on the way. But you did not escape, but came with Xue Antian. Can you tell me what you think?"

"Report to the owner of the manor," Duan Lang's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice: "Duan Lang actually wanted to leave halfway, but when he heard that the owner of the manor dared to challenge the sword saint as he was at a young age, Duan Lang was impressed by the owner's courage. So Duan Lang didn't think that he was sent to Xiejiazhuang by the world this time, but instead he was high."

When Xie Feihong heard this, he glanced at Duan Lang deeply, then chuckled and said, "Yes, I thought you were planning to bet on both sides. If I lose, I will use Xiejiazhuang as my investment to join Wushuang City?"

Duan Lang was shocked by Xie Feihong's words and broke out in a cold sweat, then stood up and bowed and said, "Duan Lang doesn't dare! Duan Lang..."

"Don't be nervous," Xie Feihong interrupted the other party directly and chuckled: "I'm just talking casually and sitting."

Duan Lang carefully looked at Xie Feihong's gaze that looked like a tale. After pondering for a moment, he carefully sat half-squatted on a corner of the stone bench.

"Actually, even if you have this kind of thought, it is reasonable. After all, a stranger you have never seen in your life wants to come over like goods. If it were me, I would make the most beneficial choice for me," Xie Feihong looked at Duan Lang with his seemingly insightful gaze and said lightly: "But you should also know that no one will like people with two hearts. Unless you can stand alone and create a foundation on your own. Otherwise, people who are busy and treacherous will not be able to stay anywhere."

"Duanlang understands, Duanlang dares not!" Duanlang hurriedly stood up again and bowed in a more humble manner: "Duanlang will definitely devote his entire work to Lord Xie and die!"

"Then I'll wait and see." Xie Feihong looked at Duanlang, whose clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and then said as if he was pointing out: "I have always been fair. I hope that people will repay me with national talents, so I will naturally treat others with national talents.

Maybe compared to the current world club, I can give very little. But in the same way, I can give you a lot of things that cannot be given to you, such as attention, trust, and... "

As he said that, without waiting for Duan Lang to continue to express his opinion, Xie Feihong also stood up and picked up a long sword that Duan Lang placed in the corner of the table. He unsheathed for a while and asked in front of Duan Lang: "Is this sword easy to use?"

It seemed that he had guessed something vaguely, so Duan Lang hesitated for a moment and said bluntly: "It's barely possible."

"I'm very honest, this is a good start between us. An ordinary iron sword cannot be worthy of our future Nanlin sword head," Xie Feihong flicked the long sword in his hand. This sharp weapon made of hundreds of refining essence was actually broken by Xie Feihong: "It's too crisp."

He casually placed the broken sword sheath on the table. Xie Feihong clapped his hands and directly attracted a servant holding the sword box. Although the sword box was sealed quite well and was still a distance away from Duanlang, the inexplicable feeling made Duanlang want to grab the sword box immediately.

Take the box from the servant and put it in front of Duan Lang who forcibly restrained his desire. Without waiting for Duan Lang to say anything, Xie Feihong patted his shoulder, and then walked outward and said lightly: "A good horse is matched with a saddle, and a good man uses a good sword! If you break your sword, you will compensate you. I hope this sword... you can like it."

Seeing Xie Feihong's back disappearing in front of him, Duan Lang could no longer control his desire and opened the sword box directly. Sure enough, a family sword that he was obsessed with and could not find was appeared in front of him!

"Fire Lin Sword!"
Chapter completed!