"The Two-Broken Blade!" Bi Feng exclaimed. As a swordsman who had reached the level of a first-class master, no one was unaware of the fame of the Two-Broken Blade.

"The Two-Broken Sword Technique hasn't been lost!"

"Yes, the two broken swords will be greatly promoted in the future."

Zhao Hu said calmly, then turned and walked away, saying, "Let me remind you, don't get involved in the troubles of Yanchuan City. Go out into the martial world and gain more experience."

Cases like Bi Feng's occurred dozens of times over several days. All the masters recruited by Murong Tie were defeated by a man who called himself the Two-Broken Blade.

Money can move mountains. Murong Tie discovered that the man with the broken sword was the same swordsman who stopped him at the restaurant that day.

Zhao Cheng's bodyguard.

Murong Tie was filled with hatred!

Why does Zhao Cheng have such powerful bodyguards, but I don't?

He refused.

That night, Murong Tie abandoned the friends he had brought from Jingbei County and went to a quiet tavern to drink alone, feeling depressed.

He couldn't think of a way to vent his anger.

There were only seven or eight tables in the tavern, and at that moment, besides him, there was only one table in the corner.

One drink per person.

Murong Tie felt deep sympathy for that person, because he knew how lonely it must be to drink alone.

But surprisingly, this person took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.

"Are you Murong Tie?"

Murong Tie asked warily, "Who are you?"

“I know that Young Master Murong has recently encountered trouble, but I am the one who can help you solve it.”

The man paused for a moment, then said, "My name is Wen Pojun."