The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Yan Gexing had been listening to Murong Bai's chanting, and because of this, his eyes were slightly sparkling.

But in the end, it just turned into an uninhibited smile like before, "Leng Farewell, you have started to write poetry again."

Murong Bai shook his head and denied, "I didn't do this."

No one would believe Yan Ge's behavior, only Murong Bai was pretending to be hypocritical.

After reciting the poem Murong Bai just chanted again in a low voice, he laughed loudly and shouted, "It's better to be drunk in one's life than to be drunk in one's life!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Laughter is bleak, full of pathos, piercing through the clouds.

"drink!"

Immediately, Yan Gexing yelled loudly, and before Murong Bai could react, Yan Gexing jumped straight into the deep waterfall with the heroic shout echoing around him.

"Yan Ge go!"

Surprised by this, Murong Bai hurriedly yelled, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to grab Yan Gexing's lapel.

It was only then that he realized that Yan Gexing had brought him here not because he wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff in front of his own face, but because he wanted to get Wu, the Swordsman that he had hidden in the reef under the waterfall a long time ago.

And with his artistic skills, even if the waterfall in front of him was a little deeper, it would be difficult to really hurt Yan Gexing's life.

Therefore, Murong Bai suppressed the urge to jump down with Yan Gexing, stood by the waterfall, and waited quietly.

Chapter 664

Chapter 664

Everyone has a jar of wine hidden in their hearts, and the jar of wine in Yan Gexing's heart has been treasured for several sixty years.

But in many cases, if you take the initiative to lift the cork of the altar of wine in your heart, the first taste that comes into your nose will not be mellow.

It's bitter, it's bitter.

Murong Bai is not Yan Gexing, so it is impossible for him to know Yan Gexing's specific mood at the moment, but thinking about finding Xia Wu at the bottom of the waterfall, Yan Gexing's mood will definitely not be good.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard an explosion.

Murong Bai hurriedly went to look, only to see that a person had rushed out from the pool at the bottom of the waterfall.

It was Yan Ge Xing!

It holds a long cloth bag out of the water, hangs in the air and goes straight up, like a dragon rushing to the sky, riding the golden ao with the wind and waves!

"Yan Ge Xing, you..."

But in the blink of an eye, Yan Gexing had already landed beside Murong Bai, and with a sway of true energy all over his body, the moisture all over his body dissipated.

With complaints in his white eyes, Murong punched Yan Gexing on the shoulder.

Although he is not worried about his situation, such a dangerous behavior like Yan Gexing's who does not say hello and does such a dangerous thing is absolutely not to be encouraged.

"hey-hey."

Yan Gexing smiled at Murong Bai, put the cloth bag in Murong Bai's arms directly, and just said, "Take it!"

"This is?" Murong Bai asked knowingly.

Yan Ge raised his brows, and there was a hint of complacency in his eyes, "Wouldn't you know if you opened it?"

Murong Bai opened the cloth bag according to his words, and sure enough he saw a precious sword inside.

As a sword wielder, Murong Bai knew at just one glance that this sword is an extraordinary sword.

But don't say that this sword was originally specially made by Qise Ling for Yan Gexing, only in terms of its quality, it is still slightly inferior to the Qing Ming sword that has been with him for hundreds of years.

In other words, this chivalrous fog also cannot allow Murong Bai to maximize his combat power.

But Yan Gexing didn't know this, he kept his friend's melancholy in his heart, and he didn't hesitate to pierce the scars that had been hidden in his heart for many years, and he wanted to give the best gift to Murong Bai.

"This is what you need most right now, and it's also my reward for the 70 years of wine money you paid for me."

Yan Gexing, who just came out from the bottom of the waterfall, did not see the Shen Ning hidden in Murong Bai's eyes. After sending the Xiawu he had just taken out to Murong Bai's hands, and said something with a big smile, he walked to the edge of the cliff , Staring at the ten thousand zhang waterfall in front of him, fell into the memory of the past.

Murong Bai clearly saw the loneliness and loneliness in Yan Gexing's body, and he sighed secretly, only feeling that the small cloth bag in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

"70 years of wine money should not be so cheap."

After sighing, Murong Bai stepped forward slowly and stood side by side with Yan Gexing.

The two of them watched the rapids and torrents together for a long while before Murong Bai took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence, "What's the name of this sword?"

Murong Bai's question brought back Yan Gexing's thoughts from the past memories.

He turned his head and glanced at Murong Bai's face, deliberately made a meaningless gesture, and said, "Since the sword has been given to you, what was the name before, why is there any need?"

Murong Bai shook his head, his eyes were full of persistence, "The sword's name represents its past, since you gave it to me, I have the right to know its name."

He needed Yan Gexing to tell the name of the sword.

Escape is never the best way to solve problems. Only when Yan Gexing chooses to be honest and tells him the story that happened in Xiwulin in the past, can Murong Bai have a reason to stand and help him completely solve the problem of the past. old grudges.

Therefore, Murong Bai will not stop persecuting his friend because of Yan Gexing's hesitation.

Finally, under Murong Bai's cold gaze, Yan Gexing pointed at Murong Bai and yelled, "You..."

But after a while, with a long sigh, he said the name of Xia Wu in Murong Bai's palm, "Alas... this sword is called Xia Wu."