The old man was not tall, but he was never short. A short knife hung around his waist. He stood opposite Cheng Yusheng, which made Cheng Yusheng feel silent, and the only one in front of him was the only old man.

The old man looked at Cheng Yusheng pressing his hand on the hilt of the knife, his expression remained unchanged and he did not rush to speak.

Cheng Yusheng frowned and looked at the old man hanging sword. Just standing there put a lot of pressure on himself. Cheng Yusheng could judge that the old man could never be an ordinary martial artist.

The old man took a step forward and suddenly laughed: "Cheng Yusheng, don't even have the courage to draw the sword against me?"

Cheng Yusheng was thinking that I had no grudges and grudges with you, so why did I draw my sword to face you?

As soon as this thought arose, a powerful sword aura arose in front of the old man.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building!

Cheng Yu sounds like a great enemy.

The old man walked forward several steps as if he was strolling in the garden, then took out a simple gourd from his waist and poured a few sips of wine into his mouth.

Cheng Yusheng Luo’s water is in the sheath and can’t be pulled out no matter how hard it is.

But the old man was about to come to Cheng Yusheng.

After drinking a few sips of wine, Cheng Yusheng finally pulled out Luo Shui, but his face was as pale as paper.

In Luoyang City, only a few people know that the highest level of cultivation is Mr. Changgu, who is trapped in Zhaixing Tower.

Mr. Changgu has only used one sword in more than a hundred years.

Cheng Yusheng had the honor of seeing it, but the power of that sword was a thousand miles worse than today.

The old man hanging knife held the wine gourd in one hand and pressed the knife handle with the other hand. He came to Cheng Yusheng and asked with a smile: "Your incompetent master, didn't you tell you that he has a senior brother?"

Senior brother?!

What senior brother?!

Cheng Yusheng was now under the force of the sword, so he had no energy to think about other things.

The thin old man dissipated his sword energy, looked at Cheng Yusheng, and whispered: "My surname is Chen, and his name is just a wine."

Aged wine?!
Chapter completed!