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Chapter 468 A Swordsman (Happy 18th birthday to the little white fox girl)
"I lost" Zhuo Bufan muttered these three words, as if he had been saying them for a century.

He knows that his internal strength is not comparable to many people in the martial arts, but he believes that he is not inferior to others in the swordsmanship competition. Since he obtained the nameless swordsmanship, he does not know how many long-established characters have been killed, and even several The realm of people is higher than him, but he still died under his sword.

But he lost in his most proud swordsmanship?

"Your swordsmanship is very strong," Chen Ziang said seriously, if it wasn't for his swordsmanship being Dugu Jiujian, perhaps the one who lost was himself.

I thought that the winner would be decided within ten rounds, but I didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to last until 57 rounds!
"Kill me," Zhuo Bufan said in a dream.

"Trash" Chen Ziang picked up a jar of wine in the corner and sprinkled it all on Zhuo Bufan's face.

The cold wine fell on Zhuo Bufan's face, but it didn't make him sober, and he still looked decadent.

"I originally wanted to praise you a few more words, but seeing your appearance, I really don't want to talk too much. Remember, you are the Sword God!" Chen Ziang said loudly.

Zhuo Bufan snatched the wine jar from Chen Ziang's hand and stumbled out of the inn, like a drunken alcoholic, even his beloved saber was left in the inn, but he never stopped. take a look.

After he walked out of the inn door, the crowd retreated because this was an extremely skilled player and people were afraid of being hurt by his sudden outburst.

A person, holding a wine jar, walked lonely on the street under the light rain.

No one knew where he was going, not even himself.

A few people in the martial arts walked into the inn with courage, and tried to make friends with Chen Ziang, but they were all rejected by him with a smile.

Xu Ling walked to Chen Zi'ang's side and said worriedly, "Are you injured? The rivalry between your masters is too terrifying!"

"I'm fine." Chen Ziang shook his head.

"Guest officer, those wines and dishes of yours?" The shop assistant walked up to Chen Zi'ang and asked with a smile.

"Send it to my room," Chen Ziang said and walked upstairs.

In the room, in addition to a bed, there is a desk.

After a while, the shop assistant brought the food and drinks, which was surprisingly efficient.

"You can take it slow, just tell me if you have something to do," the shop assistant said respectfully, then left the room and closed the door at the same time.

"I don't understand why you suddenly have to compete with that person in swordsmanship," Xu Ling asked curiously.

"Because I want to learn how his swordsmanship is, it can be said to be a temporary itch." Chen Ziang picked up the pot of daughter Hong and slapped the sealant, poured himself a glass and sipped the wine.

"Zi'ang, I can't understand you more and more, as if you are omnipotent," Xu Ling said admiringly.

"No, if the person fighting the sword is actually better than me, I will only win him because my swordsmanship is better than his." Chen Ziang took another sip and exclaimed, "Good wine!"

"I don't understand, isn't it just to see who's swordsmanship is good?" Xu Ling asked ignorantly.

"Let's put it this way, if his swordsmanship is as good as mine, then the one who loses will be me. He is the one who fits the sword best I've ever seen. Maybe he was born to practice swords, dance swords, Born with a sword, if there is one word to describe it, it is the unity of man and sword!" Chen Ziang said all his judgments about Zhuo Bufan.

He is not afraid of being embarrassed, because if the person who loses in life and death will be Zhuo Bufan, Chen Ziang still has many backhands that are not useful, such as Lingbo Weibu, he did not use Lingbo when he was competing with Zhuo Bufan. Weibu, otherwise Zhuo Bufan would have already lost.

"That's a pity, I see him in a state of despair when he lost to you, maybe he'll be completely down." Xu Ling also poured a glass of wine and sipped it.

As if it were a perfect work of art, most people would like to keep it in its perfect form and not be destroyed.

"It's alright, this is also a training for him. You can't make a tool without cutting it." After Chen Ziang said, he began to taste the dishes with Jiangnan characteristics.

"Hope it." After Xu Ling finished speaking, he also started to deal with the dishes on this small table. He was soon impressed by this delicious Jiangnan food and couldn't stop eating.

After a while, all the dishes on the table were eaten, and a jar of wine was also wiped out by the two of them. Xu Ling was a little drunk, and his cheeks were flushed.

"I'll let Xiao Er bring hot water in a while, you can go to bed after washing up, I still have things to do." Chen Zi'ang finished the last glass of wine and walked out of the guest room.

Songhe Tower, three or two guests are drinking downstairs.

Upstairs, at this moment, one person is drinking in despair, and the cold wind is blowing.

Chen Ziang walked upstairs, and sure enough, he saw Zhuo Bufan in the corner. There were three empty wine jars under his feet.

"You can pick a place. I searched several restaurants to find this place," Chen Ziang said with a smile.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head and glanced at Chen Ziang, and said drunkenly, "What are you looking for? Are you here to see my joke?"

"You need to wait until now to see your jokes?" Chen Ziang asked rhetorically.

"Then what are you doing?"

"You are so decadent, have you forgotten your blood feud?"

"Who are you? Why do you know everything about me!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes gleamed, and he squinted at Chen Ziang, trying to see through him.

"You don't need to care who I am, I'll ask you if you still want revenge, if you don't, I'll leave now," Chen Ziang asked.

"Are you willing to help me?" Zhuo Bufan felt a glimmer of hope, although the hope was very slim.

"No, of course you will avenge your revenge yourself." Chen Ziang shook his head.

"Me? I can't even fight you, how can I defeat her?" Zhuo Bufan shook his head and laughed at himself.

"What does it mean that you can't even fight me? Belittling your opponent can't make you stronger, but I can make you stronger." Chen Ziang threw a hand-painted sword score on the table.

"Nine Swords of Dugu? This is your swordsmanship? Why do you want to help me?" Zhuo Bufan asked three questions in a row. A swordsman should regard his swordsmanship as a treasure, and some are even unwilling to his children. Telling is to prevent others from finding a way to break it.

"Because I don't want to watch a generation of sword gods fall like this, practice this sword technique well, and then become a real sword god!" Chen Ziang said solemnly.

"What do you need me to do? If this swordsmanship is true, I will spend the rest of my life working for you after I take revenge." Zhuo Bufan said seriously, one of his two goals in life was to kill Tianshan Tong's grandmother Revenge, another is to pursue supreme swordsmanship, and the answer to all these may be in this swordsmanship.

"If I want you to work for me, I don't need so much trouble. In my mind, a swordsman should be arrogant, and he will not surrender to anyone except his own sword. Are you such a swordsman? Haha" Chen Ziang finished. He turned and walked down the attic.

The moon is like a hook, and there is still sporadic light rain outside the building.

　I remember that you have been in the group since the beginning. Although you have always been unknown, I remember you.

　　Happy birthday, little sister white fox~
　　ps: It's a little beauty, the fake cigarette has been identified.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)