Shangguan Jinhong would be very pleased if he knew that Li Zhichang's comments were like this, but he had no time to think about other things now. Since he parted with Shangguan Jinhong fifteen years ago, Old Man Sun has never seen Shangguan Jinhong again. This time he saw him. The reason why Old Man Sun asked Sun Xiaohong to leave just now was because he had discovered Shangguan Jinhong.

Although Old Man Sun's fear was not eliminated, he did have the ability to be the best in the world. So he felt Shangguan Jinhong's murderous intent. He had avoided Shangguan Jinhong for fifteen years. This time it was a time to break. Shangguan Jinhong stood in the distance wearing a straw hat, without Jing Wuming beside him. If Jing Wuming was there, you would know the result of this fight without fighting. No one in the world can stop the two of them from joining forces, even Li Zhichang is no exception. Jing Wuming can be said to not understand martial arts, but he can kill people. It is not an exaggeration to overestimate his power for a person who can only kill people.

The north wind blew, and the tea stall was empty, leaving only an old man. The post road next to it was getting late, and there were even fewer pedestrians. Old Man Sun took out the tobacco leaves from his tobacco pipe and rubbed them. Each tobacco leaf was the same size. He put the tobacco leaf into a pipe, and he took out a sickle, flint, knocked out a fire, and lit the smoke.

At the moment when the firelight flew out, Shangguan Jinhong moved a step. If he didn't move, it would be like a silent peak, and he would move like a mountain of Tai. The wind would no longer rise, and it seemed that the air around him had frozen.

Old Man Sun raised his head and saw Shangguan Jinhong's eyes. They were extremely sharp eyes, with a bright divine light. After the internal strength returned to the simplicity, the divine beauty was restrained and people could not see the depth, but Shangguan Jinhong did not restrain his divine beauty. Everyone who saw him could clearly understand his strength, and everyone who looked at him could feel the other party's power.

If Li Xun, Huan is the saint walking on earth, Li Zhichang is the exiled immortal who plays in the world, then Shangguan Jinhong is the emperor standing on the earth.

It was not until now that Old Man Sun directly felt how terrible Shangguan Jinhong's internal strength had reached.

Shangguan Jinhong spoke, his voice was much harder than diamonds. He said, "I am very happy to finally meet the old man today." But there was no sign of happiness on his face.

Old man Sun took a puff of smoke, and the smoke three feet in front of him was shrouded in thick and thick for a long time, and it became a substance. If someone said that ordinary smoke could kill people, no one would believe it, but Shangguan Jinhong knew that the smoke could indeed kill people.

Old man Sun said: "There will always be one person who will die when you and I meet, so how can I be happy?"

Shangguan Jinhong sighed: "It's a pity that I died. I have another opponent missing in this world after you die."

Old man Sun did not answer. He made a cigarette with rolls of paper and tobacco leaves, bent his thumb slightly, clamped the cigarette stick with the index finger and middle finger, and signaled: "Do you smoke?"

Shangguan Jinhong stretched out his hand and took the cigarette stick. He pinched the cigarette stick with his thumb and little finger, stretched out the remaining fingers, and used this strange posture to pick up Old Man Sun's cigarette butt and lighted the cigarette. Old Man Sun turned the cigarette butt and was about to hand it over to him, as if he didn't need to let him reach out and light a cigarette for him personally.
Chapter completed!