"It seems that no one has drawn a sword at me for a long time." The old man sighed, "I have the courage."

"You are so forgetful. When you were in Quandu, someone had ever set off a sword at you?" A young man walked out from behind the old man, looked at the sword, and asked in a low voice: "Don't ask? You are the long-lost Kendo Langke, Chen doesn't ask?"

"What a beautiful young man." The head of the Hua family looked at the boy and smiled.

"It's him!" Compared to the old man, the young man was recognized at a glance.

After a great event like the Sword Sacrifice Conference two years ago, not to mention the Tianji Pavilion, even people who don’t know this name are few in the world.

Even in the eyes of most people, this is a "notorious".

But sometimes, a bad reputation is easier to be remembered.

Because of the sword behind this young man.

The sword of killing the sword, break.

"You are Luo Feiyu." The swordsman called Chen Wu asked, calmly and said indifferently.

"I heard that the people who asked you the name of the sword are dead." Luo Feiyu raised his eyebrows, used the sword vein technique, and unscrupulously reached out and placed it on Xiu Wen's sword to absorb the sword energy.

Chen didn't ask about the blue veins on his forehead and wanted to take them back, but he was still pressed by the old man and could not move.

"Then I will tell you the name of the sword directly, can I avoid death?" Luo Feiyu said with a smile.

"I don't respect my elders, and I actually join the remnants of the Burial Sword!" Wang Hongfeng looked at the old man and sneered. Not everyone who came here to attend the secret meeting was the real intelligence master in the family, and most of them came just for the representatives. Therefore, their impression of Luo Feiyu was limited to that he was a descendant of the devil and did not know the truth behind the information.

The old man was still enjoying the long-lost style of a powerful man who was condescending. After Wang Hongfeng said this, he immediately woke up. He turned his head and saw that he was so angry that he hurriedly let go of his hand.

Chen Buwen had been trying to draw the sword, but at this moment he was relieved. He pulled out his sword and drew a thunder between the sheath!

Luo Feiyu's fingertips shone in the opposite direction of the sheathing, and met the sword energy that had just been incorporated into the dantian with the thunder that had drawn the sword. When they collided, they were dissolved.

"You want to kill me." Luo Feiyu took advantage of the situation and said dissatisfied at the old man.

"Without taking advantage of others' danger, are there any face?" the old man said helplessly.

"Can your face be eaten?" Luo Feiyu sneered.

"It makes sense." The old man nodded, "But I hope you can hold the sword on your back and really fight."

Suddenly, the murderous aura ahead was fierce.

"Oh?" Luo Feiyu looked up and found that Chen Wuwen had returned to Wang Hongfeng's side, put the sword back into the sheath, and was about to prepare for the next time he drew the sword.

"I have not yet had any trouble here. I have helped you so many times before. This time, it's your turn to help me." The old man took off the cloth bag from his waist and threw it into Ren Shaohua's hand behind him. "Cut the eyes and put them on the prescription to the patient's eyelids. It will be cured in three days. If you don't feel nauseous, you can mash them into a paste, and the effect will be better."

Ren Shaohua took it, his hands trembling. I don’t know if it was thankful or something else, “Thank you sir.”

"Thank you brother." The old man walked forward.

"Kill!" Wang Hongfeng said coldly.

Chen Wuwenxiu Wenwen's sword was unsheathed in an instant and headed for the old man!

But he was stopped by another sword.

"I broke your sword!" A glimmer suddenly appeared in Luo Feiyu's eyes!
Chapter completed!