The four sword masters of Jiangnan, Yuexia Daoke, Nanjiang Whip King, and Qinggu Gun God are all renowned lone heroes in the martial arts world.

They are called lone wolves because almost no one in the martial arts world knows their physical appearance, height, build, or family background. Very little is known about them.

Even if someone happens to have encountered it, they would never dare to publicize it to be on the safe side.

So much so that even those present couldn't recognize who the Southern Xinjiang Whip King was.

The competition was about to begin, but the two main contestants on the stage had yet to appear.

Needless to say, the dancer was dragging her feet and stalling for time because she was feeling guilty and scared.

Whether the dancer comes or not doesn't matter, since neither of them can withstand a single move anyway.

But why is the Southern Xinjiang Whip King also late to the event?

The crowd whispered and murmured among themselves, all praising the heroic deeds of the Southern Frontier Whip King. Although he was not present, it did not affect their steady performance in the slightest.

Shen Jiao was also very curious about her opponent, after all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle.

Holding a melon seed in her hand, she mingled in the crowd, listening attentively, appearing very well-behaved.

Unfortunately, her face is so eye-catching that it's hard not to notice her.

Not everyone present had actually seen the dancer.

Everyone assumed that this rather attractive young woman was also a fan of the Southern Frontier Whip King.

Someone said in a serious tone, "I heard from my third aunt's sister's cousin's cousin that she had the honor of seeing the Southern Xinjiang Whip King once. He usually has light purple hair and clear purple eyes like glass. When he fights, the Southern Xinjiang Whip King's hair turns into a flame-red color."

Shen Jiao: "..."

I have a question for my cousin far away: When the King of Southern Xinjiang is happy, does it rain cherry blossoms? When he is sad, does it rain roses?

"I've never met the King of Whips of Southern Xinjiang, but I have seen his whip. It's an extremely magical whip. If you tell it to go left, it won't go right; if you tell it to go forward, it won't go backward; if you tell it to curl, it will curl exactly what you want. It's incredibly powerful." This guy spoke with great conviction, proudly giving a thumbs up.

Shen Jiao: "..." It's no exaggeration to say that this whip looks just like her dog.

Another man couldn't wait to speak up: "I suddenly remembered that I also met the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang. That night was beautiful, the moon was round and bright. He stood on the roof of my house, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and his head was shining. At that moment, I knew that he was my god, and my roof would be reserved for him for the rest of my life!"

Shen Jiao cracked melon seeds and listened with great interest. Wasn't this more interesting than listening to storybooks?

It is well known that the masses have an innate talent for making up stories. They can do it effortlessly, and the more they tell the stories, the more outrageous and mysterious they become. Even storytellers would want to hand over their pens and change careers on the spot.

After listening for a while, she summarized her impressions of the Southern Xinjiang Whip King in one sentence:

This whip king doesn't seem like a human being.

"Hello, excuse me, are the sunflower seeds tasty?" A clear, gentle male voice suddenly came from behind. Judging from the voice, he was young, probably a teenager, and quite polite.

Shen Jiao turned around upon hearing the sound.

This young man was wearing a half-mask, but strangely, the mask also covered his eyes, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed.

However, he was tall, not much shorter than the tyrant, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether he was a boy or not.

Let's just assume he is.

However, how can you accurately find her in a vast crowd if you can't see her?

That's amazing at pinpointing locations by sound.

"It's alright, would you like some?" Shen Jiao asked.

Liang Heng enjoys watching excitement, but just watching isn't enough; he especially likes to prepare snacks and watermelon, so he brought her a portion as well.

The tyrant chopped up the watermelon and fed it to the dogs, and the nut was also fed to the dogs by that spendthrift tyrant. Only some sunflower seeds were left.

The masked boy nodded without hesitation, "Then have some."

Shen Jiao asked, "There are five-spice and caramel flavors, which one do you prefer?"

The masked boy said, "Caramel flavor, I guess."

There weren't many caramel-flavored seeds left, and Shen Jiao generously gave him all five remaining caramel-flavored sunflower seeds.

Masked boy: "..."

He calmly said, "Let's have some more five-spice flavor."

Shen Jiao took out a handful of spiced melon seeds from her purse and gave them to him.

The masked boy was finally satisfied and started cracking sunflower seeds with her.

at the same time.

Ji Yan stood not far away, hands behind his back, quietly watching everything. His eyes were upturned at the corners, and his gaze was dark and unfathomable. A chilling aura surrounded him.

Where there is a tyrant, the surrounding area will invariably make way for him.

Then, the onlookers at the back noticed that there was a... hamster in the tyrant's palm?

Yes, it's a hamster, right?

Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief, then looked closely and discovered that it wasn't just a hamster, but a... frizzy-haired hamster?

He truly lived up to his reputation as a capricious tyrant; even his preferences were quite unusual and perplexing.

Li Wang couldn't understand the tyrant's expression. In his eyes, apart from Shen Jiao, the tyrant was always full of malice.

He cautiously inquired, "Your Majesty, would you mind if I went to invite the young lady over?"

The masked man was also out of touch with reality, daring to openly flirt with girls right under His Majesty's nose.

No, that's not right either. You can't sneakily strike up a conversation with His Majesty behind his back.

"Why did you invite him over?" Ji Yan's gaze was icy.

Li Wang shivered from the cold.

He thought to himself, "That's strange. In the royal city, couples would threaten suicide if they talked to someone of the opposite sex of the same age for more than a few words. Why is it different here with the tyrant?"

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