Li Zhichang sighed at A Fei and said, "You will know soon. In these few days, Jing Wuming will be duel with you. Maybe today or tomorrow, the war book will be sent here." Sun Xiaohong said inexplicably: "We can see Jing Wuming's left-hand sword technique from Ximen. If he fights with A Fei in the past few days, he will lose at least 20% of the chance of winning." The masters fought and lost 20% of the chance of winning, which was already very fatal. Li Zhichang smiled inexplicably and said, "It is precisely because you know that it is a good opportunity for duel."

Shangguan Jinhong's residence is a very simple place, a small wooden house. There is only a table, a chair, and a stone couch in the house. There is nothing else, not even a charcoal basin for fire. People in the martial arts world would never have thought that the most powerful person in the world now lives in such a simple place.

Jing Wuming was outside the door, Shangguan Jinhong was inside the house. It was cold outside and cold inside the house.

Shangguan Jinhong said: "You have a bloody smell on you, so you killed someone."

Jing Wuming said indifferently: "Yes, I met Ximen Rou, the 'Whip God', and used him to practice swords. When I left, I saw A Fei."

Shangguan Jinhong narrowed her eyes and said, "You didn't do anything."

Jing Wuming said: "No."

Shangguan Jinhong said: "How many swords did you use against Ximen?"

Jing Wuming said: "Thirty-three swords."

Shangguan Jinhong's eyebrows moved and suddenly smiled and said, "Then A Fei will definitely be able to see your sword skills from the wound on Ximen Rou. Very good. Now I want you to duel with A Fei in three days."

Jing Wuming said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming didn't ask why. He just needed to obey Shangguan Jinhong's words. He didn't need to think about so much why. The meaning of his existence was to kill people, killing people for Shangguan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong continued, "I hope you use your right-hand sword."

Jing Wuming's body trembled. How could Shangguan Jinhong know about this? He raised his head and said, "You know."

Shangguan Jinhong said: "I knew it a long time ago because the cocoon on your right hand is very thick, and I really can't think of what else your hand can do besides drawing a sword."

Jing Wuming was silent. Whether it was the left-hand sword or the right-hand sword, this sword was finally only for Shangguan Jinhong. It was just that something he wanted to know would be difficult to know.

At this time, Shangguan Fei knocked on the door and came in. He looked at Jing Wuming with hatred and hatred, and then said to Shangguan Jinhong: "Father, someone outside asks to see you."

Shangguan Jinhong showed a cold look and said to Jing Wuming: "Go and kill him." He didn't even ask who was the person who came, and didn't ask any purpose, and asked Jing Wuming to kill him. This cruel method and this cold attitude are terrifying and frightening.

Jing Wuming turned around and went out, and after a while he came back.

Shangguan Jinhong said: "You didn't kill him."

Jing Wuming said: "Because he is a child, I won't kill the child." But Shangguan Fei didn't say this before.

Shangguan Jinhong was shocked. No one dared to see him in the past ten years, let alone a child. How brave is this? Shangguan Jinhong was interested. He must meet the child and said, "Fei'er, go and bring him in."

Then he paused and continued, "You don't have to come in again."
Chapter completed!