The blade of the Netherworld Wind is a blade of sorrow;
Fang Zong's knife, that is, a knife.
It looks like we're at a disadvantage!
Nearby, Li Xiaoran's eyes turned cold, a deep blue light flashed in them, and the hilt of a knife appeared in his hand.
No one knew where she had hidden the knife, but seeing this, Steel Bear shuddered and almost overturned the table.
Who in the world is the madman? The Eastern Shrimp, the Exploding Rakshasa!
There's a saying circulating among military generals that there are four madmen in the Eastern Kingdom. Leaving aside the first two, the latter two are quite apt: they are Xue Nuo, the Explosive Girl, and Li Xiaoran, the Eight-Armed Rakshasa.
Li Xiaoran is purely protective of her own; she doesn't care about anything else. Xue Nuo is her sister Xiaoran, and she does whatever Xue Nuo does.
Xue Nuo once licked an ice cream cone and said, "Following Li Xiaoran, she could conquer the entire world! Would she worry about not having ice cream on the other side?"
but……
My two little aunts!
This is a battle to prove someone wrong, not a battle to the death!
Are you really going to chop the fourth-ranked Leopard on the Leopard List into pieces just to save Fang Zong's face?
The burly, steel-bear-like man with arms big enough to run a horse on trembled all over. He felt bitter all over, as if his transfer to the Shancheng branch had really put him and Ba Dao into the most poisonous pit of fire.
The fire pit was full of black pots.
The sky was filled with flying black pots.
Maybe their two-man team will get another nickname, like ——————
Blame-maker!
Just as Li Xiaoran was about to make a move, Fang Zong, who was brandishing his knife, turned around and gave Li Xiaoran a leisurely smile.
Then……
"Click!"
The sound was crisp and clear, like a string on a zither among the flowers on the mountain, shattering as the fragrant soul broke apart.
Just one cut,
It was merely Fang Zong wielding a sword, and it was merely Youming Feng wielding a sword.
Despite the fact that Youmingfeng's swordsmanship was far superior, as he was a true swordsman, when the two swords clashed, a section of the blade tip naturally flew off, leaving Fang Zong's Tang Hengdao Zhan Yue, which rested securely against Youmingfeng's neck.
Youmingfeng was able to dodge; he was a true swordsman.
His swordsmanship is unparalleled.
His swordsmanship is astonishing.
But now, Youmingfeng stared blankly at his broken sword, muttering in disbelief, "I lost? I was wrong?"
For a true swordsman, defeat is a mistake.
Because their swords broke because they were their own swords, unable to withstand their own beliefs and reasons!
There's no way to lose!
That's... completely wrong!
Youmingfeng laughed, a sad, miserable, and sorrowful laugh. He slowly extended his fingers and used them to pry open Fang Zong's knife.
Fang Zong did not resist, letting the Netherworld Wind push his Tang Hengdao Zhan Yue aside.
Then, without saying a word, Youmingfeng decisively lowered his head, bowing ninety degrees. His waist was quite impressive, and his head almost reached his own feet.
"sorry!"
He took out his phone again, wanting to find a QR code to scan for compensation, but after thinking about it, he simply took out his bank card, held it above his head with both hands, and presented it to Fang Zong.
"The password is..." Youmingfeng began to count.
To everyone's surprise, Fang Zong shook his head, chuckled, and pushed the bank card back: "Not worth it."
Fang Zong helped You Mingfeng up and, looking at You Mingfeng, found him somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Although this kid is a bit impetuous and too young, eager to prove himself, he still has many admirable qualities that Li Xiaoran once admired.
Putting aside the fact that Youmingfeng was a true swordsman, Fang Zong was envious of even his deep affection for the mother scorpion.
If you lose, admit your mistake.
He's not as generous as some people!
It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Besides, it's not a huge deal, and winning is just a matter of opportunism.
Fang Zong thought for a moment and then laughed, "Don't bow so much, I don't like that kind of thing." As he spoke, he took two teacups from the table next to him, filled them with tea, drank one himself, and handed one to You Mingfeng.
"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."
Youmingfeng stared at him blankly.
He suddenly laughed, downed a full cup of tea in one gulp, then grabbed a large bowl, poured in a splash of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and downed it in one go, his face turning bright red.
"sorry!"
He apologized again, then, full of bravado, hiccuped, and hugged Fang Zong, saying, "Brother Lanlong is so generous!"
Men's friendship is that simple. Li Xiaoran sheathed the cold knife, and Xue Nuo also put the kitchen knife back into the 'bullet belt'. Behind Youmingfeng, a man and a woman, two middle-aged people, also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the young people in front of them with admiration.
Soon, Fang Zong and the others switched private rooms with You Mingfeng and joined a table. The middle-aged man and woman also came in.
“Let me introduce you,” Youmingfeng said, pointing to the middle-aged man, “Ranked forty-third on the Tiger List, Iron Skull Unkillable!” He then pointed to the middle-aged woman, “Ranked thirty-ninth on the Tiger List, Silver Skull Aunt Shangguan.” Clearly, these were all aliases.
This is normal. Just like Youmingfeng and Gangxiong Badao, generals are afraid of being stared at like celebrities, so they usually don't use their real names.
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo are definitely outliers who aren't afraid of trouble.
Youmingfeng said helplessly, "Actually, I want to join their team, but my cultivation is not enough and my will is not firm enough. I have to go back and cultivate in seclusion for a few years."
"And then?" Fang Zong asked with a smile.
Youmingfeng shook his head, "Wait until I figure it out..."
"What do you mean, 'the innocent are innocent, the guilty are guilty'?" Fang Zong laughed heartily. "You understand now! Look at me. When I came back from America, everyone said that the East had become powerful and that international students were worthless. But I still ate and drank as usual, and continued to run my clinic. And then there are people, like you just now, who didn't like my past as an FBI officer and misunderstood me. I broke your knife, clean and tidy!"
"Brother Zong, what do you mean?" Youmingfeng asked thoughtfully.
Fang Zong curled his lip: "Just do what you're supposed to do. If anyone has a problem with that, beat them up!"
Upon hearing this, Youmingfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He suddenly laughed, laughing so hard he almost fell over, his whole demeanor brightening considerably. Then, gritting his teeth, he slammed his fist on the table: "Brother Zong is right! I've figured it out! Okay, let's participate in the Leopard Ranking together. After we finish, I'll first kill that son of a bitch Yasuo, then beat up that mouthy bastard, and then..."
“Then come find us.” Iron Skull Undying suddenly spoke, his voice very magnetic.
At the same time, Aunt Shangguan, the Silver Skull, also extended her hand: "Congratulations on figuring things out. Your inner knot has been untied, and you can expect to reach the 'Skill' level. Welcome to join the 'Killing Wind' team."
"What?" Youmingfeng was dumbfounded.
He had always wanted to join the Killing Wind Squad, but the other members were too skilled and powerful, and they looked down on him.
Even if they are related by blood, they always refuse.
Unexpectedly, he received an invitation from the other party today.
Fang Zong looked at the three people in front of him, smiled, and called the waiter to prepare a private room.
Not long after, Youmingfeng and his two companions resolved the distribution of the team's assets and shared their trump cards before returning to the room where they had their meal together.
Silver Skull was a gentle middle-aged woman. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, she reached out her hand.
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