"Yes!" Zhao Wu turned to the guards and was about to jump off the carriage when he suddenly stopped.
He turned around again, but not towards the rapeseed field, but towards the farmland.
On a ridge in the farmland, a tall, slender man walked step by step, dragging something that looked like a coffin lid. Each step seemed heavy, like an old ox plowing the field.
He looked like a farmer, but Zhao Wu felt immense pressure.
Seeing that Zhao Wu hadn't gotten out of the car, Zhao Cheng sensed something was wrong and asked, "Zhao Wu, what's wrong?"
Zhao Wu said in a deep voice, "There's a master here, hide well."
After saying this, Zhao Wu jumped off the carriage, blocked the man's path, pointed the tip of his knife at the ground, and said, "Don't go any further."
The man obeyed, stopped, and began to breathe heavily.
After catching his breath, he grinned at Zhao Wu.
"Even before the fight has started, I already feel that this trip was worthwhile."
The man's eyes gleamed as he sized up Zhao Wu, looking him up and down, then down to Zhao Wu's knife, and said, "As a fellow swordsman, it is my honor to see the long-lost Two-Broken Sword in my lifetime."
Zhao Wu's face darkened, a rare occurrence for him, and the scars on his face turned red, making him look extremely ferocious.
"There aren't many people who can still recognize the Two Broken Blades these days. Who are you?"
The man then parted the long hair that was covering half of his face, revealing a wrinkled face that looked to be in his fifties or sixties.
He turned to the side and lifted the coffin lid with both hands, as if with great effort, and placed it in front of him.
boom!
The coffin lid hit the ground and immediately sank into the soil.
"I am Yu Beipiao, just an ordinary swordsman."
Yu Beipiao raised his hands and slammed them hard on the coffin lid, causing thick dust to rise and the outer skin to peel off piece by piece.
The inside was revealed.
Zhao Wu tensed up.
This isn't a coffin lid, it's clearly a knife!
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