Yang Xiling pouted, "No matter how special it is, she is just a doorkeeper." After saying this, she felt a little mean, so she asked for a supplement, "I have no other intentions. In fact, the doorkeeper is pretty good, it's just boring."

The middle-aged man said, "It's very boring."

Yang Xiling was intrigued, "Since you know Zhao Langjiang and Li Qingcheng, who can win this battle in five days?"

The middle-aged man asked: "Who do you want to win?"

Yang Xiling was a little troubled. Whether it was Uncle Daxue Demon or Prince Yinyang, although the two had different personalities and different ways of walking in the world, they were indeed very good to me. In terms of fame, King Yinyang was even better. However, Uncle Daxue Demon was said to have also been a noble young man from the past, and she had an incomprehensible temperament, and she didn't know who wanted to win more.

"Why have to fight?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the wine glass. Yang Xiling was a little unwilling to accept it, but he wanted to know the answer, so he filled it with it.

The middle-aged man said: "This battle was decided by them ten years ago, and both of them were the ones who kept their promises."

"You haven't said who has a better chance of winning."

"Ten years ago, Zhao Langjiang lost to Li Qingcheng."

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Yang Xiling opened her mouth so hard that she was so arrogant. No wonder when she said that Zhao Lianjiang was powerful in swordsmanship, Li Qingcheng just said lightly, that's it. It turned out that Uncle Daxue Demon defeated Zhao Lianjiang back then, but since his martial arts skills are so powerful, why are he so low-key when he walks around the world?

"What about ten years later?"

The middle-aged man's wine glass was empty again, so he didn't have to wait for him to signal this time, so he quickly poured wine.

"Li Qingcheng lived in seclusion in Daxue Mountain for ten years, and had not used a sword for ten years. Zhao Langjiang was in the secular world and raised his sword with war. His murderous intent had reached its peak."

Yang Xiling recalled Zhao Langjiang's murderous aura along the way, and couldn't help but feel terrified, "Will the King of Golden Swords win?"

The middle-aged man said again: "If he doesn't draw a sword for ten years, it doesn't mean he doesn't practice. Li Qingcheng practices the Heart Sword. The ten years of life in the Great Snow Mountain have left him without any dust or any distracting thoughts in his heart, so if he draws a sword, it will definitely be a shocking sword."

"Will Uncle Dark Snow Demon win?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know."

Yang Xiling curled his lips, "It turns out that you have been talking for a long time, and you don't know anything, it's like saying nothing."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "How could he say it in vain? At least you poured four glasses of wine for me, which is to train you to be a barely qualified girl."

Yang Xiling said angrily: "You bad guy!"

Turning around and ignoring the middle-aged man, it turned out that this strange Shushu was plotting against her. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The middle-aged man said again: "Now there are hundreds of people from the Jianghu Palace who have come to Kaifeng Prefecture. Almost all people with some identities in the Jianghu are gathered here. They are not Zhao Langjiang's opponents, but with Li Qingcheng here, Zhao Langjiang will not have the energy to deal with them. It would be better for them to lose both sides. At that time, they will rush forward and may be able to win a fame and fortune."

Yang Xiling said: "These people are so hateful."

The middle-aged man said, "Don't forget, your sister is one of them."

"My sister is a hero among girls, how can they compare to my sister?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and immediately said, "The White Horse Gang has done a good job in recent years. Although the gang business is to make money, the food transported to the Central Plains has saved many people from danger. In this regard, as a woman, Yang Nuxia is comparable to a hero."

A pot of wine reaches the bottom.

The middle-aged man signaled to the guy, and the guy handed over the bill, "Master, there are a total of twenty coins."

The middle-aged man said to Yang Xiling: "Please pay the bill."

Yang Xiling retorted: "Aren't I your maid? Where can I let the maid pay the bill?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, he was so trapped in his own cocoon.

But he had no money on him, so what should he do? He had to whisper, "I just gave you twenty coins to redeem you. Please help me settle the bill, and we will settle the two."

Yang Xiling said: "The money I have had already been stolen."

Seeing that the two of them were shirking their responsibilities, the guy obviously wanted to pay the debt and shouted: "Boss, someone wants to eat for nothing!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in Confucian shirt sitting not far away looked up and said, "My man, the list of this hero and the heroine is recorded on me."

Seeing that the man was very jealous, Yang Xiling asked, "Do you know me?"

The man in the Confucian shirt shook his head, "I don't know him. However, the hero next to me has heard of him, who is the parents of food and clothing."

"How do you know me?"

The man in Confucian shirt smiled and said, "The leader of the martial arts world, Li Chuntiezhi, the junior brother of the president of Dengwen, the son-in-law of Yuwen Tianlu, the powerful minister of the previous dynasty, the little lover of the saint of the Demon Sect, the master of the Shuiyue Cave, the guardian of the Dingzhou formation, and the great hero Xiao Jinyan. Who doesn't know the world, and who doesn't know it?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "When did I have so many names?"

The man in Confucian shirt smiled and said, "Some are gimmicks, and the business needs it."

Yang Xiling was puzzled when she heard this, "Xiao Jinyan? Is it very famous? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The man in the Confucian shirt showed a shame, "It should be very famous, but it is only because of his limited ability, ashamed, ashamed."

Yang Xiling said: "It's his business whether he has a name or not. Why are you ashamed of?"

The man in Confucian clothes said: "It's really not to be hiding it. The surname Wang is Xiaosheng's career in the world."

"I have always watched Xiaosheng, but I have never heard of you."

The man in Confucian shirt said: "I was responsible for the advertisement of miracle doctors, bruises and injury medicines, and Dali Pills sections, but I was unwilling to be an ordinary field trip for the rest of my life. I also had a pen name, Sanguan Stilla. So this time I came to Kaifeng at my own expense to follow up and report on Zhao Langjiang and Li Qingcheng's ten-year battle. Xiao Daxia was the friend of these two, so I dared to pay the bill for the two and wanted to make friends. If Xiao Daxia was convenient, I wonder if I could see the location of the two of them in the decisive battle?"

Everyone knows that the battle between Zhao Langjiang and Li Qingcheng is in Kaifeng Prefecture.

It is August fifteenth.

But where?

No one knows.

Now Zhao Langjiang has entered the city, with hundreds of martial arts masters in the city and hundreds of thousands of soldiers outside the city, all looking for Zhao Langjiang's whereabouts. Once the place of the decisive battle is exposed, this competition will inevitably be affected by many outsiders and will have many variables. But whether it is Zhao Langjiang or Li Qingcheng, they only want a fair, pure competition, that's it.

Xiao Jinyan didn't know either.

Because he knew, Zhao Langjiang and Li Qingcheng himself didn't know either.

For masters like them who are outside the three realms, the battlefield can be a place of standing or a whole city, but it is just a difference in their minds.

Xiao Jinyan asked, "What are the benefits of me?"
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