Chapter 106 Ximen Chuxue made a fight

When Zhao Mingyuan heard that Lu Xiaofeng asked him if he wanted to kill him to silence him, he immediately withdrew his sword, indicating that he was not hostile.

Then he asked, "Why do you think I want to kill you? We have no resentment or revenge."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at the corpse on the ground, as if saying, "They had no grudges with you."

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Either they lied to me or wanted to kill me, they all had a way to die. And you, Lu Xiaofeng, are my friend, why should I kill you?"

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were hesitant, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

Zhao Mingyuan seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and said, "Why do you think I am the son of Yu Luosha? I have already said that I came here to meet Yu Luosha for a while."

But at this time, there were already bloody dramas flashing in Lu Xiaofeng's mind.

In order to prevent his son from becoming a playboy, the father, who was in power, raised his son outside since childhood and invited famous teachers to carefully train and teach.

It was not until his son became successful that he was asked to come back to take over the family business.

But the son hated his father because he had not felt affection since childhood and wanted to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, he no longer wore a sword.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "How do you compare me to the ones three years ago?"

"So you see, this is also a fake."

Why do you have to recognize others as your father?

Seeing Ximen Chuxue staring at Zhao Mingyuan's burning gaze, how could Lu Xiaofeng and Zhao Mingyuan not know what he was thinking?

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Of course I know that my golden sword was created by Boss Zhu."

But how did Zhao Mingyuan know that Yu Luosha was not dead?

You know, even the "Three Friends of the Sui Han" of the Western Demon Sect don't know.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "You didn't seem to worry about me killing someone to silence me. It seems that you have the confidence to hold my sword with one finger."

The person coming was Ximen Chuxue.

Zhao Mingyuan naturally knew that not wearing a sword does not mean that Ximen Chuxue became weaker.

Now, there is already light in the east, and it seems that the sun is about to emerge.

Ximen Chuxue said: "Your Return Fengwu Liu Jian is good."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Just because I recognized it, this Rakshasa card is also fake."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyuan made such rapid progress after only more than three years, which was beyond his expectations.

However, Zhao Mingyuan looks only in his twenties, almost no difference from three years ago. It is a stage of rapid growth in strength, which is not surprising.

After all, Zhao Mingyuan also uses swords, right?

Zhao Mingyuan asked: "What's the reason? You actually have such a strange idea."

However, he was even more excited.

In that case, the Rakshasa card in his hand became real and it became real?

Moreover, Zhao Mingyuan is already worthy of his sword.

Zhao Mingyuan said lightly: "I know."

On the contrary, this shows that Ximen Chuxue's sword path has gone further and has reached the swordless realm.

Besides, this is not the way to be friends, so how can it be difficult for friends to be the other party?

It is said that since Ximen Chuxue fought with Ye Gucheng’s Forbidden City, he has not sealed his sword.

His voice was also as cold and sharp as a sword.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Yes. I am now in a period of rapid growth in my strength. If it takes a while, I may be stronger."

Just because he knew that this must be Zhao Mingyuan’s biggest secret, even if he asked, he would not get the answer.

Boss Zhu is my friend, and I know his habits very well.

Zhao Mingyuan is naturally not a pure swordsman today, but his strength has made Ximen Chuxue happy to see the hunt.

Before Zhao Mingyuan could speak, Ximen Chuxue said directly: "Let's compete in swords!"

But now seeing Zhao Mingyuan, Ximen Chuxue also felt warlike.

Since Ye Gucheng's death, he has already lost hope for the pure swordsman.

He thought that since the battle with Ye Gucheng, there was no one in the world who deserved his sword.

The two left the Silver Hook Gambling House, walked through the long alley, and came to the street.

Lu Xiaofeng quickly changed the topic and said to Zhao Mingyuan: "So you are the descendant of Gu Dao Ren in Bashan, but I guessed it just now."

Every time he imitates a fake, he likes to leave a loophole on it to distinguish it from the authentic one.

Zhao Mingyuan didn't want to fight Ximen Chuxue at this time and here, so he said, "You didn't carry a sword, and I didn't carry my own sword with me. It seems that the time is wrong. Let's fight again if we have the chance to do it another day."

Ximen Chuxue's eyes lit up again. It's OK. It seems that Zhao Mingyuan's strength is indeed growing rapidly. If he can fight with the stronger Zhao Mingyuan, it would be even better.

He never makes perfect fakes.”

Ximen Chuxue said: "It's progressing very fast, it's simply incomparable."

Ximen Chuxue's eyes were bright.

Ximen Chuxue said it was good, but of course it was really good.

Ximen Chuxue said, "Then let's make an appointment, when will we make an appointment?"

Lu Xiaofeng took out the jade tag from Han Mei's hand and pointed it to Zhao Mingyuan, "The opposite of this Rakshasa card is among the gods and demons in the heavens, and the face of this scattered flower girl is the boss's wife."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "Is every sword practitioner who is curious about this issue? It's not because I have confidence to hold your sword, but because I have friends."

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a long time, but finally didn't ask.

What he was talking about was naturally the piece on Han Mei's corpse. Even if he died, Han Mei was still tightly held in her hand.

Now I meet a master of swordsmanship, which is not bad.

Three years ago, although Ximen Chuxue had met Zhao Mingyuan and knew that he was skillful in swordsmanship, he didn't care about him.

Because he knew that Zhao Mingyuan was not a pure swordsman, but his weapons happened to be swords, and there was no difference between practicing swords, boxing, and palms.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng didn't say it, otherwise Zhao Mingyuan wouldn't know how angry he would be.

In his eyes, Zhao Mingyuan was not like this.

However, since Zhao Mingyuan knew that Jade Rakshasa was not dead, why did he come to grab Rakshasa cards?

Is it really for the sake of seeing Jade Rakshasa for a while?

Ximen Chuxue said: "How long does it take? Will it take three more years?"

Lu Xiaofeng continued: "This Rakshasa card was created by Zhu Ting, the boss of the 'Miaoshou'.

Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise: "Do you know?"

The only difference is that he does not have a sword on his body.

In order to deal with the "Flying Jade Tiger" and the "Three Friends of the Cold", Lu Xiaofeng invited Ximen Chuxue.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is another reason why I think you are the son of Yu Luosha."

Seeing Zhao Mengyuan's sword technique against the "Three Friends of the Cold" in this way, he knew that Zhao Mingyuan was more skillful than the rumors in the world, and even Ximen Chuxue was not sure of winning.

At this time, a figure walked out of the alley next to him, his snow-white clothes were spotless and his face was as white as his clothes.

Lu Xiaofeng had long heard that Zhao Mingyuan's golden sword was made by him for a large amount of money and asked a skilled craftsman to create it, but unexpectedly, it was created by Zhu Ting.

This makes sense, and Lu Xiaofeng feels that it makes sense.

This private room is not big, but six corpses have fallen down in a short time. The smell of blood is pungent, so it is naturally not suitable for a long time.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Besides, since the Jade Rakshasa is not dead, it is not surprising that this Rakshasa card is fake."

Ximen Chuxue's eyes dimmed. Indeed, if you can't fight at the best condition, it will be unsightly.

Ximen Chuxue is now a sword god.

However, if he really wants to be the leader of the Western Demon Sect, then there is no way to kill Yu Luosha.

Zhao Mingyuan frowned and said, "In fact, I don't know how long it will take, but it will be three years at most, not even longer."

Ximen Chuxue said: "Okay! Three years later, we will fight again."

Zhao Mingyuan agreed immediately.

If he could not beat Ximen Chuxue in three years, it would be a waste of his hard work.
Chapter completed!