Lao Liu laughed and said: "Brother Wen, this is your fault! Let's not talk about my "I didn't want to kill you, but you wanted to kill me". I didn't do it kindly. Just say that you will end it personally.

It violates the rules of the heir."

Inheritors of the art can wait for the person of destiny to appear, or they can examine the character of the person. However, they must not go out to help someone who has not been determined yet.

Wen Yi shook his head and said: "The fate has been decided, the candidate has been chosen, why can't I follow God's will?"

Old Liu shook his head slightly: "I think you are following people's wishes, and that person is not at the coffin door."

Wen Yiliao was slightly startled: "Master Liu, you don't have to guess anymore. I've already served this cup of tea, why don't you drink it?"

Old Liu smiled faintly and slapped his folding fan on the table. Among the cups and plates on the table, only the cup filled with wine was knocked up into the air.

Lao Liu unfolded his fan, stretched it forward a few inches, and held the cup firmly on the fan: "Mr. Wen, please!"

The moment the two people no longer call each other brothers, but address each other as "master" and "sir", it means that the life and death situation between them has begun.

"I didn't expect Master Liu to be the most hidden master in the Two Realms Hall." Although Wen Yilia smiled in response, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!" Old Liu held the fan of the wine glass and pushed it forward half a foot: "Liu's level of cultivation is really nothing in Liangjie Hall."

Wen Yi stopped talking and just pushed the tea cup forward.

A glass of wine, a cup of tea, and the cup would not weigh more than half a kilogram, but in the hands of the two of them, it seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. Every inch forward took several seconds or even ten seconds.

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After a long time, the two cups finally collided together.

The wine in the glass is boiling and rolling.

Tea in the cup, ripples everywhere.

They are just two people, but they seem to have put two turbulent rivers and lakes in a cup and collided in one place.

Old Liu said calmly: "Mr. Wen, let me tell you the truth. There was a time when I admired you very much. You were in the world and lived indifferently. In the ordinary Liaodong martial arts, you are the only one who can make people think highly of you.

"

"It's a pity that you can't keep your heart."

Old Liu's voice paused: "Perhaps what you are guarding now is your true intention. You were just forced to become the inheritor. The person who passed on your precious treasure back then probably made a mistake!"

Wen Yili also spoke: "Liang Jie Tang and I are destined to be enemies rather than friends, so why do we have to talk so much between us?"

"That's right!" Old Liu nodded slightly and said: "It's just life and death, victory or defeat. In the end, the word 'just' cannot be escaped from the world's affairs, so why should I ask clearly!"

While the two people were talking, the cups they held in the air had cracked into fine lines.

The two glasses that should have exploded into powder long ago, although they still remain intact under the blessing of their strength, may turn into sharp arrows at any time and seal the opponent's throat with a sword.

Beads of sweat appeared on the two people's foreheads.

The door of the tavern was suddenly shaken out of place by some force, and the two door leaves flew up in the air, like two giant axes carrying strong wind, flying over Lao Liu's head and smashing into pieces on the wall behind him.

The moment the glass, which was as crystal clear as snow grains and yet bitingly cold, covered Lao Liu's head, the power of ghosts and gods, which was enough to make one's heart palpitate, surged in from outside the door.

Wen Yi smiled and said: "Master Liu, you lose!"

Old Liu smiled and said nothing, but Zi Yuan'er's panicked voice came from behind Wen Yili: "Mr. Wen, leave quickly, I lost!"

Wen Yi was slightly startled, and the two wine glasses suddenly exploded in the air. The light yellow tea and the fragrant wine instantly mixed together, like a light and dark dagger, sealing towards Wen Yi's throat.

Wen Yi lost his mind and was unable to sustain his strength. Faced with a fatal blow, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

At the critical moment, Zi Wan'er's ghost power also bypassed Wen Yi and blocked him in front of him. The dagger that was shot at Wen Yi exploded into water droplets all over the sky in front of him. He himself was dragged back by Zi Wan'er.

door.

"Kill quickly..." Wen Yiliao probably wanted to say "kill Lao Liu quickly," but before he could finish his words, three ghosts and gods roared out from Lao Liu's fan.

"Thousands of souls are destroyed!"

"The devil's plan!"

As soon as the text came out, Zi Wan'er exclaimed one after another. The earth-shattering power of ghosts and gods suddenly broke out in the small tavern. Everything in the tavern was turned into powder in an instant, dancing wildly, and the limited space was also

Becomes chaos.

The three ghosts and gods struck Wen Yi with their palms one after another.

Deboning…

Cutting meat…

Bleeding…

Three palms hit in a row.

Wen Yilia and Zi Wan'er behind him were blown away from the house.

As soon as the two people got up, they saw the Night Owl holding Xiao Kui coming quickly.

Xiaokui pointed at Zi Wan'er and shouted: "Old Hei, hurry up and chase her, that one is delicious!"
Chapter completed!