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Wang Heng sneered: "It's just a joke.

"I, Wang Heng, am alone and have no family, friends, or disciples. Because of this, when I want to kill people, I always do it myself. I never refrain from being bullied by the big and the small, and I am not afraid of being retaliated by others anyway.

"It's just ordinary people who don't even have the qualifications to die by my knife. The same is true for Chu Tianxing now.

"I don't bother to do it myself, and I won't secretly train disciples to assassinate a junior who is nothing now."

Sword Master nodded slowly:

"Senior Wang's words are very true. It's just that I really can't figure out why this person can use the true sword."

Wang Heng said coldly:

"The world is so big, and there are so many geniuses. It's not that I've never used my Jue Dao in public. It's not surprising that someone saw me wielding the sword and understood the true meaning of the Jue Dao from it."

Sword Master smiled:

"If you can comprehend the true meaning of Jue Dao simply by watching the senior king's sword, then this kind of genius is undoubtedly the most outstanding seed of qi that can only appear one in a billion people.

"But that killer, although his martial arts is strong and his cultivation base is profound, but judging by his age, he doesn't seem to be such a super genius."

Wang Heng said coldly:

"So, you're still doubting me"

Sword Master said lightly:

"I just don't believe that someone can realize the true meaning of Jue Dao just by watching a senior swinging a saber."

Wang Heng was silent for a while, then slowly said:

"Actually, I don't believe it either. But I still say that, I have never seen that person."

While talking, he slowly got up, "Your inquiry today made me very unhappy. The little girl is not polite and aggressive. I have to teach you a lesson today, so that you know that the old man is not easy to bully."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Heng held a knife in his hand, and slashed with a single knife. The blazing white knife that chopped mountains and mountains, like a boundless tsunami, slashed towards Sword Master Xingfan.

Sword Master smiled slightly:

"I just want to ask Senior Wang for advice."

Pointing at one point, it shot out like a flying sword made of star brilliance, and burst into a huge fireball that shone brightly for hundreds of miles.

In an instant, the cliffs under Wang Heng's feet began to break and fall apart from the top of the peak.

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214, the super boss of diving [2/3]

"Chu Jun, I just saw the news that you were assassinated. How is the situation? Are you injured? Can I come and take care of you?"

In the morning, Chu Tianxing was putting on his makeup when Yukino Sakagami called.

Xue Ziwei, Chu Tianxing's personal assistant, answered the phone, pressed the speakerphone and held it in front of Chu Tianxing.

"No. I'm not injured, so I don't need you to take care of me. Just keep an eye on Fusang's sales."

"Alright Mr. Chu."

"Recently, sales have declined a bit. My assassination this time should stimulate sales a little bit."

"It should be possible. However, the population of Fusang is far less than that of Daming. Most of the people who are willing to pay for Mr. Chu are middle school students and college students. The market will be saturated sooner or later."

"Doesn't Fusang still have many working women who like me?"

"However, such women in the workplace rarely like to watch martial arts. However, if Mr. Chu is willing to come to Fusang to hold a fan meeting and sign books, I believe many people will generously donate money just to see Mr. Chu."

Fan meeting

book signing

I'm hundreds of thousands per second

Forget it, I'm not interested in money, book sales are the most important thing, so this idea can still be considered.

But I, Daming, haven’t held a fan meeting yet, so how could I go to Fusang to hold a fan meeting first?

"We'll discuss this matter again."

After chatting with Yukino Sakagami for a few more words, and saying goodbye to each other, Xue Ziwei consciously hung up the phone for him.

While the stylist was arranging his hair, the phone rang again.

Xue Ziwei connected the phone again, pressed the speakerphone, and held the phone in front of him.

The weak and familiar male voice of "Mr. Chu" was the voice of Hyoudou Yekong after he put on the disguise.

"It's Hyoudou-kun, long time no see."

"Long time no see. Chu Jun, I just watched the TV news on the international channel, saying that you were assassinated. Are you okay, are you injured?"

"Don't worry, I'm not hurt."

"It's great that Mr. Chu is safe and sound."

"Long time no see, Hyoudou-kun, are you alright?"

"Thank you, Mr. Chu, everything is fine with me."

"Martial arts must have improved a lot."

"Yes. Sir Meng Jianzun presented the sword stickers as a gift. I will observe the stickers every day and feel the sword skills. The way of swords has made great progress."

"Then next time we meet, I will have a good discussion with you."

"Ah, is Mr. Chu coming to Fusang?" Hyoudou Yekong's voice sounded quite pleasantly surprised.

"Uh" I just said casually, why do you still count on it?

Chu Tianxing said vaguely: "Let's see the schedule after I finish filming the TV series."

"Okay. I am looking forward to the arrival of Chu Jun."

Signaling Xue Ziwei to hang up the phone, Chu Tianxing raised his eyes and saw in the mirror that the female stylist who was doing his hair was full of ambiguous smiles.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

"No, you read it wrong." The stylist acted nonchalantly.