Carrying a wine gourd and carrying a green bamboo sword, Huan is always very familiar with this kind of dress.

"Master, is it you?"

Although when Xu Wang left, he said that he was looking for poetry and the future, Huan Chang would not believe it.

Over the years, although he has seen Xu Wangzui live and die every day, he sometimes even seems particularly shameless.

But for some reason, Huan Chang could always feel that Xu Wang was hiding a lot of resentment in his heart, so that even Zhan Lu Sword did not recognize Xu Wang as the main leader.

During this period, Huan Chang has been concerned about Xu Wang.

However, Huan Chang didn't know where Xu Wang went, so he could only bury this concern in his heart.

Today I suddenly heard that there was such a powerful man who destroyed the Huashan Sect with his own sword. He was both excited and worried.

A long time ago, Xu Wang stopped using a sword, but liked to hold a green bamboo sword.

For this matter, Huan Chang once mocked Xu Wang, saying that even though he was holding a green bamboo sword, he still looked like an old man without any elegance.

"The engraved handwriting can be transformed into sword energy, and then become a divine dragon attack to injure the warrior of the Transcendent Realm. This is the mystery of the Spring and Autumn Brushwork."

The brushwork of the Spring and Autumn Period is one of the inheritances of Shujian Pavilion and is extremely powerful.

Huan Chang was sure that the powerful man who was the Huashan Sect was his master Xu Wang.

"What kind of grudge does the master have with the Huashan Sect? Why do you still insult the corpse of the other senior after destroying this sect?"

In Huan Chang's eyes, although his master seemed cynical, he was not the kind of person who blasphemed the dead's body.

The corpses of more than a dozen warriors in the Transcendent Realm were hung on the cliff and suffered from wind and rain every day.

Huan Chang couldn't understand what kind of hatred there was between the two that made his master act so excessively.

"Also, although I thought that the master was a master of hermits before, I never thought that his martial arts would be so strong."

The fact that destroying the powerful Huashan Sect with one's own strength sounds like a myth.

"I always thought that Shujian Pavilion has not become famous now and has declined a long time ago, but now I understand that Shujian Pavilion has not declined."

"As long as the Lord of Shujian Pavilion is still there, even if there is only one person left in the sect, it can still be powerful!"

While Huan Chang was in a state of excitement, he also had a hint of doubt.

He couldn't understand why his master had such cultivation, so he had to hide his identity in the mountains for so many years without killing all his enemies as soon as possible.

Just when Huan Chang was struggling, he suddenly heard a cold snorkeling.

"Killing people is just a matter of pointing to the ground. Those dozen seniors of the Huashan Sect have such high martial arts skills that they should be respected even if they are killed."

"But that so-called powerful man not only destroyed the human sect, but also insulted the dead's corpse, and was deeply ashamed of the underworld!"

Huan Chang looked up at it and immediately saw a man.

This person looks twenty-five and sixty years old, with black hair spreading on his shoulders casually, making him look wild.

His face was clearly angular, like a knife cutting, with a different kind of beauty.

The man was extremely strong, but he also looked bloated. He was carrying a long rusty bronze knife on his right shoulder, and the bronze debris seemed to fall off at any time.

When Huan Chang looked at this person, the other few drinkers also turned their attention to him.

At this time, they were talking about the powerful man, and their words were full of admiration.

For the gangsters, fighting and destroying the family is normal. If the Huashan Sect is still there, they would not be so unscrupulous.

However, the Huashan Sect has been destroyed, and these tourists from the world worship the strong, so they naturally praised the mysterious and powerful.

When I heard the man's words at this time, I was of course a little dissatisfied.

But the man's words were reasonable, so they could not refute them and were immediately frozen on the spot.

With such a stalemate, a few drinkers will naturally weaken their momentum.

People in the world love face, and men speak without reason. If their companions talk like this, they will not say anything.

But now that the momentum is weakened, I naturally feel unhappy.

The thin man from Song State sneered: "Every powerful man is a respected senior. We have no blasphemy towards those dead seniors of the Huashan Sect."

"However, who can explain the grudge between them?"

"Maybe the Huashan Sect did something tragic before, and now it's a big disaster."

"I don't believe that that powerful man will go to the Huashan Sect to kill people for no reason."

The man glanced at the Song people, curled his lips and said, "Frog in the well!"

When the Song people heard this, they were furious immediately. They slapped the table suddenly, stood up and yelled, "Do you dare to scold me?"

The man ignored the people of Song anymore.

He lifted his long hair slightly frivolously, sat on the stool, and placed the bronze sword on the table.

"Waiter, bring the good wine and meat quickly!"

The waiter wiped a cold sweat and responded quickly: "Okay, please wait, good wine and meat will be delivered soon."

Seeing that he was ignored, the people of Song were even more furious and shouted: "Boy, did you scold me just now?"

"Noisy!"

A bench suddenly hit the Song people. Before the Song people could react, their whole body flew backwards immediately.

"Crack!"

The people of Song knocked over one wine table after another, and the food was spilled everywhere.

"Puff!"

The Song people who fell to the ground suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and their faces suddenly turned crimson purple.

"Clang!"

Several warriors who were on the same table as the Song people drew their weapons and surrounded the man fiercely.

The waiter who was about to leave was so scared that his legs were trembling when he saw this.

"Don't calm down, please calm down, don't fight in the store again?"

The waiter had already brought a plea in his tone.

The man smiled and said, "I don't want to cause trouble, but someone wants to provoke me."

Several people holding weapons stared at the man fiercely, but none of them dared to step forward.

"Ahem."

The people of Song got up from the ground and looked at the man with fear.

"Let's go!"

In the confrontation just now, the people of Song already knew how terrifying the man in front of him was, and he would definitely not be able to provoke him.

He knew the truth and dared not continue to cause trouble.

When a few people who pulled out their weapons heard the words of the Song people, they seemed to find a step and retreated to the Song people.

"If the mountains do not turn, the water will turn. I wonder if you dare to leave your name?"

For these gangsters, even if they lose, they don’t want to lose their momentum. They naturally have to ask the other party’s name and leave harsh words.

The man held a strand of hair in his left hand and smiled even stronger on his face.

"You must have heard of my name."

"I am the handsome man who is in the wind, and is elegant and elegant. A touch of pear blossoms over the crabapple. I am known as Zhuang Shisan, who travels alone for thousands of miles!"

As soon as this statement fell, the wine shop suddenly became a slightest needle.

Even Huan Chang held his breath and gently placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.
Chapter completed!