The fourth gentleman from Ligong Jianyuan was plundered by monks outside the mountain and turned into a useless man.

Although this matter was deliberately suppressed by Bai Shuo, many eyes in the world were staring at Bai Shuo's entry into the fifth realm. Perhaps it was difficult for the world to know, but there were many eyes in Jiang Guo who saw the picture.

It is impossible to hide it.

Zhuo Bingchun looked at Xue Wangyou sitting in front of the lake, frowned deeply, and said, "You can see what Xiao Si and the others have in Qinghai Town, so why do you just watch that scene happen?"

Xue Wangyou raised the wine pot in his hand and said lazily: "Senior Brother thinks why I want Xiao Si to go to Qinghai Town? Bai Lufeng is asking for help from the capital. Although Bai Shuo is half of the disciple of the senior brother, he is naturally half of my disciple of the Palace Sword Academy. It is reasonable for us to go to help, but this is definitely not the reason for me to let Xiao Si go."

Zhuo Bingchun said with a serious expression: "Is it because of Xiao Si's problems?"

Xue Wangyou took a sip of wine silently and said, "He wants to go to Qinghai Town no matter what, but it is earlier than I thought."

Zhuo Bingchun looked at Xue Wangyou quietly.

He grabbed the wine pot, took a sip, and sighed deeply: "You specially asked him to go to Jiange to get the sword. Isn't the purpose of this? It's just that, it will be a big blow to Xiao Si. If he doesn't go as you imagined, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Xue Wangyou smiled and said, "Senior Brother, how can we achieve things in this world be based on our minds? I don't want to think about the consequences. I only know one thing. If I don't do anything, the result will be very bad."

Zhuo Bingchun is not as open-minded as Xue Wangyou. He just feels a little bit caring. Although Xue Wangyou, as a teacher, is not as heartless as it seems, Zhuo Bingchun shows it all in the end.

"Bai Shuo has entered the fifth realm, and Dongjun has completely stabilized, but one day it will eventually become chaotic."

Xue Wangyou pulled Zhuo Bingchun to sit down and said with a smile: "We are all old guys, how long can we live? It's better to drink and have fun every day. Wouldn't it be so happy? Why bother thinking about those things and just make up the things in front of us?"

Zhuo Bingchun was too lazy to pay attention to Xue Wangyou, who was disrespectful to the old man. He thought that Bai Shuo would send Ning Haoran back in person, and said unintentionally: "I want to go out for a walk in the past two days."

Xue Wangyou glanced at him and just smiled slightly.

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Baihong Town.

night.

Stars in the sky.

Li Mengzhou, standing outside the dilapidated alley, staring blankly in a certain direction, a little confused, his mood became a little anxious, but thinking that tonight was the critical moment when Zhao Sandao forged the knife, he forced himself to calm down, clenched Buer Sword in his hand, and left the dilapidated alley without looking back.

Gu Shanke looked up at Xiao Zhinan who was standing on the roof and asked, "Don't you want to join in the fun?"

Xiao Zhinan said lightly: "That is just a boring game for me."

Gu Shanke smiled and said, "As long as you really treat it as a game, there are actually a lot of fun."

Xiao Zhinan said: "Has Senior Gushan found his sword?"

Gu Shanke looked stunned and said with a wry smile: "I'll go play chess with my neighbor."

Xiao Zhinan still said calmly: "They should have already fallen asleep at this time."

Gushanke walked out of the yard and said without looking back: "It is okay for elderly people to go to bed late occasionally, so I'll wake them up."

Xiao Zhinan shook his head slightly and observed around for a moment, without even a bird. He murmured with a little depressed feeling: "I am the only one left, so I'd better go to bed."

......

There are all kinds of swordsmen in the street in front of Zhao Sandao's Blacksmith Shop, while a few practitioners stand on the roof, with their hands wrapped around their chests and watching coldly.

Looking closely, there are dozens of swordsmen in the world, including many masters of the ninth level. However, as the streets are in chaos, a group of people in the world wearing long robes walked over with a grand momentum.

The parts on the chest of their robes are marked, a line-shaped phoenix with a knife across it represents the Fengjiang Grandmaster League.

Of course, the Grand Master Alliance is not all martial arts masters. There are guardians and guardians, and there are also major masters who have disciples, children, and even if there are master teachers or master fathers, they cannot be born as masters.

But three masters from the Fengjiang Grandmaster League came to Baihong Town.

Even the young people following them have the lowest level of seventh grade.

"I didn't expect that the people from the Grandmaster League really came. I was a little suspicious at first. I almost got lost by running this trip with a lucky mentality. Now it seems that the blacksmith named Zhao really has some skills."

"What do you have to doubt? When the Grandmaster League and a group of people in the martial arts world were fighting for swords, I was at the scene. The sword forging technique named Zhao was indeed very powerful. The sword forged by him was a magic weapon. It attracted the Grandmaster League. Who dared to fight against the Grandmaster League? But for the sake of the precious sword, I couldn't argue with it!"

"What a fuck, that's the Grandmaster League. The three great masters gather together. We may be able to fight for a while and eventually we will still be beaten. Besides, these people are all for the sake of swords. Do you still believe that they are willing to show their backs directly? If someone attacks them, they will be done!"

"Are we just joining in the fun and watching the show?"

"It depends on the situation. Maybe we can pick up the bargains. If there is no bargain, then we will travel to Baihong Town for a long distance just to watch the show."

Although these swordsmen in the martial arts world knew very well that the masters of the Grandmaster League had personally visited Baihong Town with the purpose of making the precious swords for Zhao Sandao, now they have witnessed the arrival of the Grandmaster League with their own eyes, which is still different from when they only thought in their hearts. They felt a little suppressed by the aura of the martial arts master.

And in a certain corner, a pair of masters and apprentices were eating peanuts against the wall.

It is normal for the old guy to eat peanuts.

The little guy stuffed it into his mouth and ate it smelled so good.

He puffed his cheeks and muttered a little vaguely, "What kind of Grandmaster League, I can scare them all to tears with just pulling my sword."

The old man in the green robe knocked on Sansan's head and said, "You are a practitioner, and they are martial artists in the martial arts world. How can you compare this? In the martial arts world, the status of a martial arts master is similar to that of a great monk in the fifth realm. He is an extremely high-level existence. Don't make trouble if you have nothing to do, hurt your self-esteem, and you will definitely be with you."

Jing Sansan stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth without caring, pointed to the front and said, "The few followers behind the three old men are almost raising their noses. They are obviously showing off, and they don't know what they are showing off. I can scare them to cry without drawing their swords."

The old man in green robe sneered: "Don't do whatever he wants because he looks ugly, and scare others to cry at any time."

Jing Sansan stared at the old man in green robe in shame and said dissatisfiedly: "Your words are a bit hurtful! I don't mean that! Don't mess with me with this! I know how handsome I am!"

As he said that, Jing Sansan wanted to throw out the peanuts in his hand, but after thinking about it carefully, he stuffed them into his arms and walked straight towards the people of the Grandmaster League.

The old man in green robe was a little depressed and smashed his mouth, then slipped away quietly.

The three masters of the Grandmaster League are all old, but their skills have not regressed. Although they cannot rank very high in the Fengjiang Grandmaster League, they can also crush the existence of a new cultivator who has just entered the second level with no means.

The young people following them were naturally very proud. They came from the Grand Master Alliance and became masters of martial arts. They were completely equivalent to the status of princes in the world. If they were not domineering, how could they be worthy of their identity?

But they never expected that they had just arrived in Baihong Town and had not yet shown their domineering side. They just looked at others with a very disdainful expression, but were stared at by someone.

Jing Sansan clapped his greasy hands and directly crossed the swordsmen in the martial arts world and stood in front of the three masters of the Grandmaster League.

The three masters just frowned slightly and had not spoken yet, but the young men behind them had already jumped out and said viciously: "Boy, don't block the way! Otherwise, you will have good fruits to eat! Get out of here!"

Jing Sansan took out a few peanuts from his arms and put them into his mouth one by one. He said disdainfully: "You dare to call yourself a master in front of me. If you don't hit me, you will be sorry for me."

Jing Sansan never needs to have any legitimate reasons to find trouble for someone. As long as he feels unhappy, he will beat him up first.

He held a peanut in his hand, thinking of popping it out very handsomely, but he also felt that it was too wasteful of food. After all, he was very poor, so how could he waste a peanut just because he hit someone?

He simply put the peanut into his mouth again, then pulled out the knife behind him, and sneered, "You don't even have the value of a peanut, so I'll be kind and just use the knife to cut you down!"

Of course, he did not think of killing anyone. He did not aim the blade at others, but knocked heavily on the foreheads of the young people with a speed that was not as fast as possible to cover up the bell. The banging sound was accompanied by a scream.

Jing Sansan threw out the long sword with his hand, turned his body and moved behind the people. Then he grabbed the hilt of the flying knife and continued to hit the young people with the back of the knife. The screams became even more shrill.

This scene happened in the middle of a flash.

Not to mention that the onlookers did not react, even the beaten ones did not react.

They wailed, their proud and proud faces had already become blue and swollen into pig's heads, and they yelled in grievance and indignation, "Why are you beating us!"

Jing Sansan did not forget to reply during the beating, "You have to bear it well, as long as you wish!"
Chapter completed!