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Chapter 743: Sword Pavilion, Haitang is like blood! (2)
"You ..." Yun Lan scolded, halfway, but he choked in his throat, "What is the news of Nantong City?!"
"Brother's letter hasn't come yet!" Disciple of Baiyi said.
Yun Lan frowned with white eyebrows. Before he instructed the big disciples to take the eight organs in the Jiange to help Gu Yueming, he wanted to lead Xiao Yao.
Send a message back every two days.
Today, it is already the third day, and there is no news to come back. Could it be that Nantong City has also happened ?!
"Immediately send someone to Nantong City and check me clearly. I have to know what happened!" Yun Lan sinking down.
After the disciples agreed to leave, Yun Lan re -filled the wine in the cup, but only felt a strange sourness in the mouth.
Putting down the cup, he flew out of the window and fell into the shape of the sword.
"master!"
The two disciples in the guardian sword room saw him, and immediately respectful the ceremony.
Yun Lan ignored, but just stepped into the room.
This is a huge sword -casting room. Whether it is a few stoves or various tools, it is made of rare metals. It is a rare thing in the world.
Here, several famous swords and swords have been cast, and the war armor on several national generals has also been cast. It has also created an unusual organ beast.
Here, the hegemon of the other party also had to smile with him, and the strong man had to call him a master.
Here, he has harvested very property, very famous, and very position.
Nympho
On the side of the Sands table, Yun Lan instinctively stretched out his right hand and saw the palm of his palm broken. The bright moment on his face changed the haze.
"Xiao Yao, if you don't destroy all you care about, Yun Lan will die!"
"master!"
Outside the door, a disciple came in with a little surprise.
"What's the matter?!" Yun Lan asked coldly.
"Back to Master, someone wants to invite you to repair swords!" The disciple's voice was a bit happy, "That man's carriage is expensive, and even the servants are extraordinary.
"Oh?!" Yun Lan was also happy, "Where is a person?!"
In the Jiange, there have been no celebrities who have come to ask for a sword. Today, someone came to find him to repair his sword. For Yun Lan, who made a sword for his own life, he could have the opportunity to open the furnace again.
Then, then
"It's outside the Pavilion!" Disciple said.
"Hurry up!" Yun Lan lifted his right hand with a smile, lifted to half, and dangled, hiding the palms of two fingers in the sleeve, "Please come here, I'll wait here!"
The disciples turned around, and after a while, the sound of footsteps outside the sword room.
This time, it is no longer alone.
Yun Lan patted himself with no dusty robe, raised his chin proudly, and looked at the people.
Outside the disciple, two came in one after another.
He is headed and has a long and slender person. He is gorgeous black, and the black hats on your head are hanging with long black gauze. He can't see his face, but with his hands and feet, there is a taste of the world.
Behind the man, the same gorgeous servant, his face is very beautiful, a pair of eyes are very dark, obviously not ordinary people.
"Son, this is my big sword master!" The disciples in white politely introduced.
"Mr. Yun, I have long admired your name!" The man in black spoke softly, with a sweet voice and a plain tone. He sounded like he was still a young man.