Sometimes, some people, maybe because of some inexplicable things, can sit together and chat for a long time, becoming friends that others think are extremely weird. When he heard Xiaoyao's soft praise, the man with the long sword on his back looked around
The eyes around him looked directly at Xiaoyao, first coldly, and then with a look of slight surprise in their eyes.
"so what?"
The man said coldly, his eyes getting colder.
As the man stepped forward, there seemed to be a touch of cold air approaching.
At this question, the entire restaurant suddenly became quiet, the loud noises disappeared, and frightened eyes were projected from all around, falling on the man carrying the sword.
"It's Lone Lang, the Negative Swordsman!"
"Hiss~! Isn't that one of the top ten masters in Wucheng? How could he appear here!" In just a moment, the sound of gasping came one after another.
"The Negative Swordsman? Is he famous?"
There was a sound of surprise from the crowd. Dozens of people sitting on the second floor looked shocked and quickly looked towards this person. This person was sitting in the corner, and there was another person sitting next to him. When he heard his words,
He was immediately horrified and quickly pulled him up, signaling him not to cause trouble.
He whispered: "Don't talk nonsense! The Negative Swordsman is a master who has risen in the early days of the Great Fantasy. Until now, his reputation is at its peak, and he can be called one of the top ten masters in Wucheng!"
Since the beginning of the Great Fantasy, the cities in the areas explored by players also have different levels. Luoshi City and Surabaya City can only be regarded as the lowest level, which are small cities. And further up, there is the middle city.
It is also the highest level of city level in the Great Fantasy. Wucheng is the only middle city within thousands of kilometers. It is also the area where Xiaoyao is at the moment - the center of Wuyu.
In addition to Wucheng, there are nine small towns and hundreds of small towns in the military domain.
In this area, there are players everywhere and major forces. However, the player forces that truly stand at the top must occupy the Wucheng and enjoy the most glorious position. And some of them are inferior, such as Hanxiang Pavilion and Wanjiang Tower.
The forces cannot enter Wucheng and can only run rampant in the small town.
Negative Swordsman Lone Lang, one of the top ten masters in Wucheng, rose to prominence in the early days of the Great Fantasy. He was alone, challenging a large force, killing all the middle and high-level players in that force, and forcing it to disband.
Although that force is not a top force, it is just a force that occupies a small town, but its strength is also terrifying.
The famous killing move is hidden on the back, and when the sword is drawn out, blood will be seen.
Known in the world of martial arts as the Negative Swordsman.
Ta Ta ~
Lone Lang walked forward, his expression getting colder and colder: "Everyone, get out!"
Everybody go out?
"Why?"
"Let's go, the negative swordsman has a treacherous temper, don't mess with him, otherwise you will be the one who suffers!"
The crowd on the second floor looked at each other, and some players looked unkind, but soon they were pulled by other companions and quickly walked downstairs. In just a moment, the entire second floor was full of people walking around.
The figure did not dare to stay and went straight out of the restaurant.
"Why don't you leave?"
Gu Lang looked at Xiaoyao who was still sitting on the chair from a distance, his expression slightly cold.
"Why drive them away?"
Xiaoyao did not answer his words. Instead, he frowned and asked, as if he was thinking about something, but also seemed unable to let go of something.
Hear the words.
Lone Lang's expression became colder and colder. He swayed and flicked his right hand to take action. He stopped midway. He tilted his head slightly as if he thought of something, and then said in a cold voice: "This is a big fantasy world, not the earth!"
"In great fantasy, if you want to have superhuman strength and status, you have to fight and grab it yourself. Those who have no strength are destined to become a mere flash among all living beings. This is not a fair position in itself. If you want to gain my respect,
Naturally, we have to show the corresponding strength, otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it!"
Xiaoyao was shocked all over.
Lone Lang sneered and looked at him without saying a word.
It wasn't until a few minutes passed that Xiaoyao let out a breath of turbid air, and then his eyes returned to a calm look. He stood up, cupped his hands and said sincerely: "Xiaoyao, thank you for reminding me!"
"Won't you buy me a drink?"
Lone Lang chuckled, his cold expression disappearing.
Coming in from Gulang, he was surprised at first because of Xiaoyao's words, and then when he saw Xiaoyao, he felt that Xiaoyao was extraordinary from a faint energy. He had intuition, Xiaoyao was very strong! At least, he had the ability to be a
The unique temperament of a master, this kind of existence, no matter what his current strength is, as long as he is given a chance, Lone Lang believes that he can immediately soar into the sky and become a group of people standing at the top.
As Lone Lang himself said, if you want to gain his respect, you must have the strength worthy of his respect. At least, you must have the potential for Lone Lang to take him seriously.
"Please take a seat."
A smile appeared at the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth, and he filled the pot with a smile.
Lone Lang sat down directly, raised the glass of wine that Xiaoyao had filled without any ceremony, raised his head and swallowed the full glass into his belly. Feeling the waves of fragrance coming, he suddenly laughed: "Good wine!"
"Haha~!"
"It's a pleasure to meet Xiaoyao today. Come and drink!" Lone Lang smiled.
"good!"
If you are happy and calm, drink to the full.
Lone Lang's character is bold and straightforward, and there is no purpose in their interactions. This made Xiaoyao feel a little good in his heart. When he saw Lone Lang inviting him to drink, he did not refuse and raised his glass with a smile.
suddenly
"Xiaoyao, what do you think of my sword?" Lone Lang was full of wine and looked at Xiaoyao seriously. His upper body was shaken. The long sword wrapped in a cloth on his back suddenly fell on the wooden table with a bang, shaking the whole wooden table.
They all make a rattling sound.
Xiaoyao was startled.
His eyes fell on the cloth strip. In Lone Lang's expectant gaze, after a slight hesitation, the fingertips of his right hand slowly came to the cloth strip, and then his index finger gently dropped.
Zheng!
The sound of the sword suddenly rose up, Lone Lang looked calm, and the sound of the sword became stronger.
The impact burst out and went straight to the Xiaoyao who dropped his index finger. The cloth rolled up crazily and turned into pieces of broken fine cloth. It shot out in all directions and passed directly through the surrounding wooden tables and chairs, and among the window sills on the ground.
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The sword energy was flowing freely, and Xiaoyao's expression became more solemn.
I don't know when a fiery red light has condensed between my index fingers, and in the sea of Qi, the profound energy is like a big wave.
Zheng!
The index finger finally touched the cloth strip, and a strong impact suddenly swept through. The entire wooden table shook violently. In a flash, a long and slender sword appeared with a black sword all over its body. Lone Lang's figure
With a movement, it turned into an afterimage. His right palm passed through the afterimages and held the black end.
Xiaoyao looked solemn.
In the red fire, Xiaoyao's body twisted strangely, narrowly avoiding a sword that hit his waist.
Index finger explosive bomb!
The terrifying power burst out instantly, and the tip of the black sword was in contact.
"puff!"
A strong impact crazily broke out from the index finger where the black sword touched, and immediately swept to the right arm like crazy, and then hit all parts of the body. In just a moment, Xiaoyao's face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The whole body was even more violent.
Under the impact, it flew backwards and hit the wooden table behind it, directly smashing it into pieces.
Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, bent his leg, and propped his trembling right hand on the wooden table beside him.
"you……?!"
Lone Lang was shocked, with regret in his eyes.
At that moment of collision, based on his strength, he immediately realized how low Xiaoyao's foundation was. It was only equivalent to the first level of the ninth level! And he? He had already been promoted to the second level. In terms of skills and equipment,
In terms of basic points, he is considered to be the top among countless players.
only.
At the beginning, because of Xiaoyao's Qi, he treated Xiaoyao as a strong man of the same level, and then he left no room for it in the battle. But he didn't want to, Xiaoyao knew that his strength was insufficient, but he didn't explain it.
This sword attack against him was completely overwhelming.
Gu Lang regretted in his heart, his face was full of embarrassment, and he immediately stepped forward.
Tata~!
The sound of a large number of footsteps came from the stairs, and the expression of Lone Lang, who was walking towards Xiaoyao, changed, and his expression turned cold. At this moment, Xiaoyao also stood up forcibly, twitching the corner of his mouth, and showed a reassuring look to Lone Lang, expressing
He was not seriously injured. This made Lone Lang slightly relieved, and then he looked at the dozen master players who were slowly walking up the stairs.
"Negative Swordsman?!"
A dozen people stepped forward, and the man in black robes at the head suddenly looked startled and made a sound of surprise.
Lone Lang looked at this man with slight surprise in his eyes. He then waved his right hand and a strip of cloth was rolled out from the package. He wrapped the black sword in layers and slung it casually behind his back. He said calmly: "It turns out that I didn't come home at night. Why, something happened."
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"Not coming home at night?"
On the side of the lonely wave, Xiaoyao heard this and immediately looked towards Ye Bugui.
