69novels Chapter 210
Chapter 210
"Even if we two join forces, it won't work?" Ye Dingzhi asked in confusion.
"What do you want?" Yu Shengmo couldn't help cursing.
Chen Tianxuan, the master of Nanjue martial arts, has been famous for sixty years.
Although he has never reached the peak of martial arts, the generation that dominated the world with him back then.
Now he is the only one left.
"Alas, as long as you live long, you will be an old artist." Wang Yihang shrugged, and then patted Ye Dingzhi's shoulder, "Go back."
Ye Dingzhi nodded and returned to the wine shop.
Yu Shengmo glanced at Wen Jiutian.
The latter was leaning against the pillar, holding a pot of wine, looking up and taking a sip of wine.
But his eyes were staring straight at Wang Yuewu's jade hands playing the piano.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Xiaowu, your hands are so beautiful. In addition to playing the piano, have you ever held anything?"
"What?" Wang Yuewu couldn't help but look up and stare at Wen Jiutian.
"It's something as thick as my knife handle." Wen Jiutian laughed.
"It's a pity that I've only held a sword."
Wen Jiutian spread his hands and sighed: "That's a pity. Such a beautiful pair of jade hands must be smooth, right?"
Yu Shengmo also sighed and whispered: "When will you be serious, you will be the best in the world."
Wang Yixing patted his forehead and sighed helplessly: "We all sleep in the same room, but we haven't held it yet. That's too serious."
Ye Dingzhi returned to his seat and picked up a cup of tea: "Watch the show."
It was the first time that Ye Dingzhi saw Yu Shengmo so serious.
He couldn't help but take a second look at the old man fishing by the lake.
The old man also raised his head and turned to look over.
The originally calm lake surface was instantly rippled.
No one was seen drawing a sword, but the sword energy was like a tide.
Wen Jiutian picked up the Blood-Crying Demon Knife on the ground and said slowly: "You are old man Chen."
Yu Shengmo shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "He is old man Tianxuan. An old man who will never die."
"Rain Maniac." Old man Tianxuan touched his white beard and said loudly.
However, Yu Shengmo did not respond to his meaning.
Instead, he patted Ye Dingzhi's shoulder and looked at Wang Yixing: "You two should take a good look. This should be the most interesting one in the past month."
"Is this old man very powerful?" Wang Yixing asked.
Yu Shengmo's answer was simple: "Anyway, when I was at my peak, I could kill him with one sword."
Then old man Tianxuan seemed to be more interested in Yu Shengmo. He dropped the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and walked towards the wine shop.
He walked slowly, smiling: "You are the sword fairy from Beili, Tang San. You are really young and handsome. If I was as good-looking as you when I was young, I would not be so old and have only played with one woman."
"You are the martial arts master mentioned by Yu Shengmo. I feel you are so old. You look a little frivolous." Wen Jiutian looked at the lake, his tone was not as calm as it should be for his age.
"Listen to my advice, young man, turn back and go back to Beili. Nanjue is rainy and the roads are muddy. The road into the city is not easy to walk. The routine is too deep." Old man Tianxuan sighed.
"Who are you? Why should I listen to your advice?" Wen Jiutian frowned.
What he disliked most in his life was talking about seniority.
If seniority is to be discussed, he is the ancestor of all the people in the world.
Nanjue Beili, Old Man Tianxuan can be said to be a master of both black and white, who dares not to give him face?
Li Changsheng would definitely not give it to him. Elder Tianxuan is nothing.
Wen Jiutian would not give it to him either. Li Changsheng is just so-so. How dare you, Elder Tianxuan, put on airs in front of me?
Elder Tianxuan was not angry at all: "Most of the masters in Nan Jue are here, but you only win but not kill. Later I heard that you don't even draw your sword. Are you cultivating your sword? When the sword energy is cultivated, the next sword strike will be shocking, right?"
Wen Jiutian frowned and thought to himself, there are really many smart people.
But he just thought so in his heart, but he said: "Do you think you are very smart? Others don't understand, but you do?"
Old man Tianxuan did not change his expression and continued to ask: "For the sake of my old age, can you not draw your sword? If you don't draw your sword, I am afraid that your sword energy will not be released."
Wen Jiutian looked at Old Man Tianxuan as if he was looking at a fool: "You old thing, you still like to do this after living for so many years."
"Beili relies on Li Changsheng to always suppress Nanjue in any aspect. Nanjue's martial arts destiny is inherently weaker than Beili.
I heard that you are going to fight with Yan Lingxia this time, and both sides will suffer losses, so I advise you to give up. If you are seriously injured at that time, I am worriedYou can't leave Nanjue.
You have only been in Nanjue for a short time, but you have already disrupted our martial arts world. Now the bounty for your death has been placed in Beili. "
Old man Tianxuan said earnestly, "I have been walking along the way and saw that the Ten Thousand Poison Sect has sent people here again.
For your life, you should go home first and come back when you become the best in Beili.
I heard that Beili has recently produced an extraordinary young man named Wen, who can fight Li Changsheng without losing.
Who is Li Changsheng? Back then, I couldn't stop him even when I joined forces with the Poison God. You should find an opponent with similar strength. Otherwise, you will die young!"
Yu Shengmo in the distance couldn't help but spit: "This old thing has lived for so many years, and it's really in vain."
Ye Dingzhi asked: "Master, what does the old man mean by that?"
"When he said these words, he had already lost! And it was very miserable. "Yu Shengmo shook his head.
Wen Jiutian was not annoyed when he heard this, but raised his eyebrows: "Old man, do you also want to sleep with Yan Lingxia?"
Then the face of the old man Tianxuan turned red with anger, and ripples appeared on the lake behind him: "Young man, are you going to do it alone?"
Wen Jiutian inserted the Blood-Crying Demon Knife into the ground, and the lake surface instantly returned to calm: "Old man, if you want to do it, maybe I will really kill you by accident!"
Old man Tianxuan frowned: "You, want to kill me?"
"Because you are really annoying, talking to me about the national avenue, I am here and have nothing to do with Beili." Wen Jiutian sneered and said, "Don't think that you are qualified to stand on the moral high ground and accuse me at an old age. If you are willing to sacrifice yourself for your country, you will not live to this day."
The old man Tianxuan said coldly: "Why is this necessary? Is it really just to sleep with a woman? "
Wen Jiutian pulled out the knife stuck in the ground and turned around: "I almost fell into your trap. Who do you think you are? Why do you come to ask me questions?"
Old Man Tianxuan stopped talking.
The fish in the lake behind him floated up one by one, belly up.
The moment Wen Jiutian drew his knife, all the fish in the lake fainted.
"What an arrogant young man." Old Man Tianxuan sighed faintly.
Wen Jiutian drew his knife and turned around, shouting: "Old man, if you still have energy, go to the wine shop to drink some tea."
Ye Dingzhi looked into the old man's eyes. This time, there was no trace of murderous aura in his eyes.
Like a blunt sword.
"Don't look at it. After today, Old Man Tianxuan is really just an old man." Yu Shengmo poured a cup of tea and said lightly.
Old Man Tianxuan said weakly behind him:
"Heh! If I had your strength back then, let alone fucking Yan Lingxia, I would have dared to overthrow the entire Nan Jue..."