The blind old man had an unparalleled sword energy. He had already suppressed the young man firmly. He was about to solve it and then he could help his companions and seize the remaining two, but he did not expect that the remaining two would directly siege him.

He thought of the previous master who shot himself with chopsticks again, and his heart was in a panic and he was at a disadvantage.

Chen Xuan with great satisfaction took back his sword, smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and continued to take a sip.

He was very satisfied with his performance just now.

This is how a handsome white swordsman should be!

Now my image of Xiaoyao Sword is always to be established, right?

Chen Xuan took a sip of wine and wanted to search for the corpse of the burly man on the ground, but hesitated for a moment, would this damage his image?

After struggling for a long time, he decided to search first.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, I am not for money, but for justice.

After touching for a while, he found another three hundred taels of silver notes. Chen Xuan quickly entered his sleeve with a flash of lightning and continued to explore.

A black token was touched out of the big man.
Chapter completed!