Xiayuan City, in front of the market tea shop, a place where many idlers gather.

Compared with the past, in the past few days, the number of idlers in front of the tea shop has increased significantly.

First, it is because of the continuous news of Xia Yuan City in the past few days, which makes them quite talkative.

Second, naturally, because the shopkeeper of the tea shop is quite generous, he sends snacks from time to time, and the tea fee is free, which is quite attractive for these idlers.

"That white-clothed swordsman is really powerful!"

"How many waves is this in a few days? There is not a single live mouth! ”

"That's the Evil Star!"

"What kind of evil star, everyone else has been killed on the door, can't you still leave your hand to send your neck up?"

"However, that white-clothed swordsman is indeed powerful!"

……

A group of idle men talked about it and had the spirit of pointing out the country.

At this time, a middle-aged man with high prestige among the idlers coughed noncommittally.

Suddenly, the eyes of many idlers fell on the middle-aged man.

"Boss Qi, what do you think?"

An idler looked at the middle-aged man and asked respectfully.

"Although the white-clothed swordsman is powerful, it is only for a while, and the real master is already eyeing him!"

The middle-aged man said.

"Master? What kind of master? ”

"Is there a strong owner of the Tiger Sword Pavilion?"

Immediately, the idlers around him became interested and asked questions.

"Tiger Sword Pavilion Master? Compared with those masters, it's a heaven and a place! The middle-aged man paused unusually and said, "Does the ghost shadow know?" Does the god Hercules know? Does the poisonous boy know? These three are going to shoot together! ”

These three names. Every one of them speaks out. All of them made the idlers around them let out a burst of exclamations.

"Boss Qi. Are these three really going to shoot together? ”

One of the idlers couldn't hide his surprise and said.

"It's not just a shot, I'm afraid I've already made a move at this time!"

Looking at the surprise of the idlers around him, the middle-aged man said proudly.

"Shhh This time, the white-clothed swordsman is probably in a catastrophe! ”

"Yes, each of them is a famous person, and if you shoot together, you will really be in a catastrophe!"

"Perhaps, the white-clothed swordsman can still create a zào miracle!"

"That's right, just like the previous times!"

The idlers around him shook their heads again and again. It seems to have seen the fall of a young master.

However, there are still a small number of people who believe that the white-clothed swordsman still has hope of victory.

And this made the middle-aged man scoff.

"Miracles? You don't know who was the last to strike, that's why you think so! ”

The middle-aged man looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously.

"The 'Soul Arrester' sentences life and death, you know?"

"'Soul Bringer'?!"

"Saint-level master?!"

After the idlers around him erupted into bursts of irrepressible exclamations, they became silent, and everyone looked at each other, and this time even the few people did not have hope for the white-clothed swordsman.

After all, it's a holy level!

True. A holy rank that has been famous for a long time in the White Night.

Although the white-clothed swordsman has won consecutive battles, it seems to be close to the holy level according to rumors. But compared to the real saint level, it is still a little worse.

This is well known and recognized!

Therefore, once a true saint level appeared, people did not think that the white-clothed swordsman would be able to win.

Step, step, step......

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

In front of the silent tea shop, it was unusually loud, attracting the attention of all idlers.

The same is an idler.

It's an idler who inquires about news near the Water Moon Sword Pavilion.

"How's it going? The white-clothed swordsman has fallen? ”

The middle-aged man known as Boss Qi looked at the idler who came running.

"No, no......"

The panting idler waved his hand again and again.

"Oh, could it be that the white-clothed swordsman can also escape in the hands of the saint level? That's amazing! ”

Surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and there were bursts of amazement around him.

"Nor is it ......"

The idler waved his hand again.

And this denial made the idlers around him wonder.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man also became impatient.

"The 'ghost shadow' pierced the throat with a sword, the 'Hercules God' was shocked to death, and the 'poisonous boy' died in his own mixed poison!" Soul Envoy '......'

The idle man who came over took a big breath and said.

"What happened to the Soul Bringer?"

The middle-aged man asked eagerly.

"Beheaded, beheaded by a sword!"

After picking up the teacup on the table and drinking it all, the idle man who came opened his mouth and said.

"What?!"

"A sword owl?!"

"The 'Soul Arrester' is a saint-level!"

"The white-clothed swordsman can kill the holy level, so he is also the holy level?"

"But before, it didn't seem to be!"

"Have you forgotten the ruins of the dungeon?"

"There are rumors in the ruins of the dungeon that people become saint-level, which is absolutely true!"

"Unfortunately, we don't have this blessing......"

"Yes! Oh, yes! ”

……

The idlers in front of the tea shop seemed to have exploded, some were shocked, some were incredulous, and more were envious.

And the middle-aged man who was called Boss Qi muttered to himself as if he had lost his soul.

"How is that possible? How can it be? ”

After muttering like this for a dozen times, the middle-aged man returned to normal, and then, quietly slipped out of the crowd, and soon disappeared.

And this qiē fell in the eyes of the guys on the second floor of the tea shop.

"Shopkeeper, do you want it?"

The guy gestured to the shopkeeper at the neck of the tea shop.

"No need, that's the Seventh Master's people, and our well water doesn't interfere with river water! And, compared to him, I'm more curious about those three people! ”

The shopkeeper Wang said. While looking at the table in the corner downstairs.

At that table. Three men with hats were seated.

Although it obscures the face. But the awkward white night talk makes people understand that these three people are not from the white night.

"It's just a few barbarians, what's there to worry about?"

Dude I don't know why.

"Barbarians also have great points! Go and send a pot of tea to those three people and make a good match! ”

Shopkeeper Wang shook his head.

"Okay, shopkeeper!"

The guy still didn't understand, but didn't say anything more.

……

"Teacher, where are we going next?"

Kulok asked his teacher in a low voice. It's not in the half-baked white night language, but in the lingua franca of Gao Sai.

"Find the strong and sharpen my swordsmanship!"

Chastain said lightly.

"It's boring!"

Delen. York said.

Then, his eyes looked at the idlers outside the tea shop, and it happened that at this time, the idlers were telling about the deeds of the white-clothed swordsman. York pointed outside and said, "Your new opponent has appeared!" ”

"What are they talking about?"

Kulok looked at Delen. York asked.

"Let's talk about another swordsman, it seems that the guy who suddenly appeared in the Quartet challenged the Quartet one after another, and just killed a saint-level - according to the level of the jade. The holy level is already a golden powerhouse, and. The swordsman doesn't seem to be even twenty years old! ”

Delen. York translated the words of the idler.

"Really?"

Kulok looked at the second son of the York family in disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask them yourself!"

The second son of the House of York chuckled and pointed at the idlers.

Suddenly, Kulok froze.

Although Kulok had made full preparations before leaving for the White Nights, when he set foot on the territory of the White Nights, he realized how inadequate he was.

Not only the language barrier, but also the xenophobia of the White Nights made their trip difficult.

If it weren't for the halfway way to add Delen. York's words, I'm afraid they are still wandering in the mountains.

However, although the other party helped them a lot, Kulok couldn't raise the slightest gratitude.

Because, the other party is too annoying.

Conversations like this just now happened between them no less than ten times.

At first, Kulok was still unconvinced and wanted to get back on the field, but in the end it was he who lost - the opponent's lip service was really good.

And in terms of martial arts?

Kulok sighed inwardly.

He always thought he was good, but the guys he met were more powerful than the other, the patriarch of the Zelgang family, who was not much older than him, and the gap between the two sides made him desperate.

And the guy in front of him made him feel powerless.

The other party's swordsmanship was so strange that it was so strange that he didn't even make any real shots before he was defeated.

And, more than once.

Therefore, the successive setbacks naturally made Kulok disgusted with the second son of the York family.

"You want to see my jokes?"

Kurok snorted and sat down.

However, Chastain stood up, forcing Kurlock, who had just sat down, to follow suit.

"You want to challenge the swordsman?"

Delen. York asked with a smile.

"Do you know the place?"

Chastain asked.

"Of course!"

Delen. York smiled and walked straight out.

The aura on his body changed again and again, like a long sword slowly unsheathed, revealing the cold glow that belonged to the blade.

The people around me couldn't help but look sideways.

Obviously, Chastain is definitely not the only one who wants to challenge.

"What a weird, sharp 'qi'!"

The guy who listened to the shopkeeper's order to come down with tea felt Delen. York's breath, suddenly, his face changed, and such a self-talk did not hide from Delen. York.

Almost subconsciously, Delen. York turned his head to look.

When it comes to serving tea, I feel as if I've seen through it!

The tea tray in his hand trembled again and again.

"It's not an illusion, it's not an illusion, it's really seen through, his gaze is a flaw in my whole body......"

The guy muttered to himself.

And at this time, Delen. York had already gone far.

PS Second Update~

A friend of Decadence in the afternoon is looking for Decadent tea!

This chapter is a little late!

I'm sorry to everyone!

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