While the man was saying these words, Sycamore's eyes were fixed on the huge shadow formed by the burning of the oil lamp, and he did not know whether he was looking at the wine jar that had suddenly been placed on the table, or looking at the man through the wine jar.

Then, biting his lip, a smile almost cruel appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: Listening to you say this, now, even I seem to admire her a little.

The man looked at her, then at the red willow, and a strange brilliance suddenly flashed in his eyes, and Lang said: Now, do you really want to see Lan Yutang again?

Hongliu picked up the wine jar, drank all the water inside, and then, wiped his mouth, and as soon as he let go, the jar fell to the ground and shattered.

Her voice was as urgent and sharp as this jar falling to the ground and falling apart, and said: You are right, I have indeed fallen in love with him, even ten years ago when we were children, I fell in love with him after the first meeting, at that time, he was not an immortal phoenix, and I was not a prostitute in Guiyunzhuang.

It's a pity that when we met ten years later, he was no longer the childhood friend named Jiang Zhan, just as I was no longer the eldest lady of Hongmen.

At this moment, although I am no longer innocent, I still want to see him, just as I have wanted to see him for ten years, and it has never changed.

Wutong looked at the fragments of the paralyzed wine jar on the ground, frowned, and suddenly sneered, and said: "But, now, maybe he is dead."

Hongliu Dao: Even if he dies, I want to see his body.

The man: Really?

Hongliu nodded, with a sincere face, and said: Really.

The man finally stepped out of the great shadow of the lamp, revealing a face that was not handsome, but full of fortitude and majesty.

She finally saw his appearance clearly, but what if she saw it, was her heart full of satisfaction or disappointment when she saw Lushan's true face?

Just as she had been waiting for ten years, when her childhood friend named Jiang Zhan suddenly became the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang, who was famous in the rivers and lakes, appeared in front of her, but she no longer recognized her, she was in the same mood.

The man walked straight in front of her, pointed to the rope ladder above his head that was dangling like a fire dragon, and didn't know whether it was an order or a prompt, and said slowly: Now, if I guessed correctly, Lan Yutang should eat noodles made of green smoke on it, you go and see him.

Hongliu just wanted to get up, but Wutong grabbed her.

Hongliu looked at the sycamore, and didn't know what it meant, but the sycamore secretly made a color to her, and then the two of them looked at the man together.

Perhaps, it was only at this time that Hongliu really saw this person's face clearly.

Although this face was handsome and resolute, the long, blood-red scar that ran from the left forehead to the right chin robbed him of what should have been handsome.

While looking at the long scar, Hongliu hesitated a little, muttering quietly to the sycamore, not knowing what he was talking about.

The man didn't care about the surprised and even suspicious looks of the two of them, just slowly squatted down, slowly picked up the pile of broken tiles that had fallen on the ground, and put them on the table.

He muttered as he picked up the fragments, not knowing whether he was talking to Red Willow and Sycamore, or to himself, but said softly:

Things can't be littered, throwing things will pierce people, although this is some simple fragments, but, in the eyes of the master, these inconspicuous tiles are sharp weapons for killing.

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his head and found that Wutong and Hongliu were still standing in front of him and looking at him motionlessly, as if he was a little surprised, so he couldn't help frowning, looked at Hongliu, and said: Now, Lanyutang is on it, why don't you go to see him?

Wutong smiled secretly, looked at the fragment in his hand, and said: "The elders are orderly, when you, the elder, are gone, we juniors will be embarrassed to leave."

The man sneered, threw the fragments in his hand on the table, and said, "Are you afraid that I will attack you from behind?"

Wutong smiled and said: The rivers and lakes are sinister, the heart of harming people is indispensable, and the heart of preventing people is indispensable, I still understand this truth, not to mention that you yourself said that these fragments are serious in the master, and they are sharp weapons for killing, since you have prompted us, then of course we should be obedient, so, you should please first.

The man looked at her, smiled slightly, and then, with a slight wave of his sleeve, the pieces on the table were suddenly startled by the wind of his sleeves.

With his slight wave, those fragments turned into powder in an instant.

Good internal strength.

The man bent down again and slowly picked up the remaining pieces on the ground, but this time, the pieces did not turn into powder.

He got up and nodded at Wutong, and said in a deep voice: Since this is the case, then I will leave first.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly got up, and then saw the fragments in his hand suddenly flying.

The moment the shards flew upwards, his people were also in the air like falcons, and by the time he reached the limit, the shards that had just been abandoned were right at his feet.

With the instantaneous support of this fragment, his body jumped up again, and as he jumped, the second fragment also flew up.

With each piece of shards tossed, his men stepped on the tossed shards and went up some distance, and within a few turns, his people were gone, along with the boundless darkness.

It's a strong light work.

What a great person.

Just by virtue of the trick he used just now, it was enough to be included in the ranks of the masters among the masters, and he was even close to the gods.

Looking at his disappearing back, Wutong secretly exclaimed, and then, turning around, looking at Hongliu, said: Do you really believe his nonsense?

Hongliu nodded.

Wutong suddenly sneered, and said in a deep voice: Why do you believe his nonsense? Do you know who he is? Do you know where he came from, do you know what his intentions are?

Red Willow shook her head.

Wutong sneered: You don't even know this, how can you trust him so easily, it's just because his martial arts are higher than ours?

Hongliu looked at the rope ladder like a fire dragon, and said lightly: The reason why I believe him is because I know that he will never deceive people.

Wutong Dao: How do you know that he won't deceive people?

Hongliu Dao: Because he is Shang Tiandao.

Hearing this, Wutong was startled, and suddenly screamed, just like a little girl hearing a big hero and a hero, and shouted indiscriminately:

What do you say, you say he...... Is it Shang Tian Dao? Shang Tian Dao of Burial Sword Island? Why do you think he is Shang Tian Dao?

Hongliu smiled, walked to the mouth of the rope ladder like a fire dragon, and said slowly: Have you forgotten my identity? I am a prostitute from Guiyunzhuang, which is one of the three villages under the jurisdiction of Burial Sword Island.

Although I have not spoken to Shang Tiandao face-to-face, I have seen his back from behind, although he is not handsome, but the scar on his face makes me remember it deeply.