"Master Frost Sword is in the city!"

"Feng Shuqing, Tingtao Sword Academy, wants to fight with the Lord of Frost Sword!"

There was nowhere to know that when Yin Shiniang walked out of the camp beside the empty granary, the entire Heishawa had been swept by this amazing news.

There are three thousand border troops in the Heishawa today, and the rest of the people of all colors have more than two thousand.

Among the Three Thousand Border Army, at least half of them heard their boss brag about the name of Frost Sword, and they all knew that this was an amazing great sword master that Chang'an might not have seen.

There is also a sufficiently qualified swordsman who wants to challenge the Lord of Frost Sword here?

After watching this battle, I can play it for the rest of my life, right?

There was no need for too much encouragement, and the entire Heishawa instantly fell into a carnival atmosphere.

People in the Tang Dynasty loved poetry because it represented knowledge and talent.

People in the Tang Dynasty loved swords because people in the Tang Dynasty advocated bravery and liked elegance.

Apart from swords, there are never any weapons that can give people a noble and elegant feeling when killing people.

The great sword master is a person who uses swords to the extreme in the world.

Even those officials who were ordered by the emperor and had a heavy burden on their bodies, when they heard such news, they only asked to take good care of the horse farm and acquiesced to the two of them using the built high platform.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away.

It is worth it to be able to watch such a sword competition.

"This bastard doesn't even come to invite me."

Although Pei Yunqi knew that Bi Jian must be there when he looked at the platform, he was very dissatisfied with Gu Liubai not coming here to take her over in person.

She decided to scold this bastard in person again.

"Don't think about making any tricks. Give these adults a sword that can be beaten up enough for them to go back to Chang'an." The middle-aged official followed Yin Shiniang with his head slightly lowered his head. He seemed very respectful, but he reminded him with concern, "As long as you can do it, we can let them leave alive."

His voice was very cold.

But his attention was all on Yin Shiniang, and he didn't notice the colder eyes of Xu Tuibei sitting on the ground basking in the sun.

Of course Gu Liubai noticed this fat man.

He sighed in his heart.

This middle-aged official probably has not had much time left.

Xu Tuibei could tolerate the powerful and powerful driving him to such places, and he could also tolerate those who were far inferior to him to be promoted, but since he had reached this kind of black shawar that could not be retreated, this place was like his last nest.

He could not tolerate those big men still threatening others with the life and death of him and his brothers in his nest.

Before leaving here, such a person will undoubtedly become the best target for his anger.

Chen Tu has been so disguised that he doesn't even recognize him.

He became a graceful scholar, and anyone who saw him looked like a great poet who came with the officials of Chang'an.
Chapter completed!