The young iron smacked man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at the bitter smile of the foreigner. He slowly shook his head and said, "It's over."

The foreigner nodded and said, "I understand, but all the kings under the world are the kings."

When he finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out from the path outside.

He was wearing a straw raincoat and carrying several bundles of dry firewood on his back.

There was also a piece of cured meat hanging on the dry firewood.

The young iron smacked suddenly, bowed to the middle-aged man, and said, "Teacher."

Zhao Xiangsui's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at the middle-aged man seriously.

The middle-aged man seemed to be abnormal in every place, but when he looked closely, he seemed to be normal in every place.

“You are…”

Zhao Xiangsui spoke.

The middle-aged man nodded directly and said, "I am."

Zhao Xiangsui was inexplicably stuck.

"You came by the emperor's order. If I don't see you, I will never return. Naturally, I will meet you." The middle-aged man looked at him and said, "It's just a country man who doesn't understand the rules of the city. People like us will cause trouble when they go to the city. So since you have worked hard, you will have a meal. When you go back to Zhaodu, sir, you will help me think of a better reason to make King Zhao feel more comfortable and don't worry about this place anymore."

"How can he feel at ease if there is a tiger in his family but it is not used for anything?"

Zhao Xiangsui saluted the middle-aged man seriously. His eyes fell on the bundle of dry firewood that the middle-aged man put down. He looked at the piece of cured meat and said, "Sir, if you don't want to go to Zhaodu, at least you have disciples to go."

The middle-aged man glanced at the young iron slayer and said, "You go and cook first."

"good."

The young iron thug didn't say much, took the cured meat hanging on the dry firewood and walked towards the stove in the shop.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Xiangsui and said, "Maybe before the meal, sir, you can take a look at the sword furnace's sword first."

Zhao Xiangsui was a little surprised and surprised, "I can't ask for it."

The middle-aged man nodded to him and then said nothing more, he stretched out his hand.

A red light fell into his hands.

It was not a sword body, but a fiery red charcoal fire in the furnace.

This charcoal fire in his hands seemed to have life.

But this life seems to be coming to an end quickly.

"please."

The middle-aged man said to Zhao Xiangsui.

Zhao Xiangsui was solemn. He did not think the middle-aged man was casual, nor did he think the other party was despised.

He bowed and said, "Please."

The moment he lifted his body again, the middle-aged man set out his sword, and he also set out his sword.

A sword light with a slight blue flame flew out from his sleeve.

puff!

As soon as the sword light lit up, it disappeared into the red fire.

The charcoal fire stinged on his sword.

His sword pierced the charcoal in the middle-aged man's hand.

As long as his sword is stabbed forward, it should be able to penetrate the middle-aged man's body.

However, at this moment, a terrifying sword intent had erupted.

boom!

It seemed like a volcano that had fallen across the corner appeared in front of him.

The magma in this volcano gushed in an instant.

His soul, will, and true energy were instantly shrouded, suppressed, and even almost melted by this terrifying sword intent.

Zhao Xiangsui's body stiffened.

In his perception, the other party's energy and spirit had completely gushed forward with the sword intent.

In his perception, this sword intent could instantly turn him into ashes, but the other party seemed to lose it instantly.

However, when the red light in front of him disappeared, he saw that the other party was still standing well.

But the charcoal fire in his hand had completely turned into white ashes.

The white ashes slid down the sword body of the sword in his hand, and the ashes fell like snow.

Zhao Xiangsui looked at the middle-aged man who slowly withdrew his hand in front of him, and he smiled bitterly.

The sword has made it clear.

Every sword pierced, the energy and spirit bloomed, just like your last sword.

This is the true sword of desperation.

Such sword intent is just to pursue the ultimate of sword intent, the most brilliant bloom of sword intent, and the ultimate sublimation of sword intent.

How could a person with such sword intent flattery and understand the pursuit of perfection in the world?

So this is the answer he got today.

Zhao Jianlu won't be used by anyone.

Zhao Jianlu is Zhao Jianlu.

If someone wants to destroy Zhao Jianlu, then Zhao Jianlu’s response will be to completely burn out his own flames.

Zhao Xiangsui figured it out.

He bowed seriously again

He bowed and said, "I'm lucky to have met sir."

The young man who made a blacksmith washed the marinated meat, cut it into thin slices with a kitchen knife, and steamed it directly.

...

For many ordinary families in Changling, cured meat is also a rare delicacy in the bowl.

But for those noble people in the deep courtyard, this kind of thing is not eaten very much.

Venison, wild sheep's head, big fish lips, these are the main dishes in front of a noble man in Changling today.

There were fewer vegetables in winter, and the noble man simply used some wine, and seemed to have no appetite for the meat in a few copper basins.

He ordered the followers who had been standing beside him to reward these meat to a group of people in the rivers and lakes who were waiting in a shed in the cold wind.

When the figures in the martial arts world were extremely happy, he said to the return follower: "I want Changling to understand that the abandoned son of the Nangong family is not worthy of the New Year. Don't Ye Xiao have a few shadows, let his shadows die first."

The entourage nodded, but the moment the entourage turned around, the nobleman stopped him and said, "It's not just this shadow that is about to die. The brothers who follow him should not stay in Changling's home. We give this kind of home. From the moment they dare to disobey our orders, they are not worthy of a home in this city."

The entourage stopped, and did not turn around, just said, "I will let these jianghu characters do it. If these jianghu characters eat too much meat and drink too much deer blood wine, they will naturally be hot. I will let them do what they like to do. But after tomorrow, these jianghu characters will not be alive."

This noble man is very satisfied

He watched the follower disappear, and he patiently watched the characters in the martial arts world disappear after eating and drinking.

There are too many people coming and going like this in Changling, but not many people can really be remembered.

People like Ye Xiao who can already have names in Changling are already lucky.pp.

It’s a pity that there is no absolute luck in this world.

The noble man suddenly had some appetite again, and he ordered some fresh food.

However, what made his pupils shrink quickly was that he saw the person who appeared in front of him this time wearing a yellow robe.

"I don't want to see you people from Jiaodong County."

The noble man said in a cold voice.
Chapter completed!