Seeing Li Kezhou walking towards the inn, someone looked puzzled and asked curiously.
"I know him! He is Li Mochen. The Sword King chosen by the Holy Selection a few months ago has now become famous all over the world and is known as the Sword King Tunhe!"
"That's right! It's indeed him. Why is he here? Shuangyue Tower will only receive the genius who will attend the Holy Son God's Table one month later. Although this person is not weak in talent, his cultivation has not yet entered the Yuan Fei. He went inside, this is not
Are you looking for embarrassment?"
"Perhaps it is to admire the grace of our senior fellow from the Sword Academy. Otherwise, we cannot explain the purpose of this person entering Shuangyue Tower."
Li Kezhou regained his own appearance as soon as he left the Violent Blood Tavern, and he wasn't too surprised when everyone recognized him.
But these people obviously had little information. Almost no one knew about his cultivation into the Yuan Fei. Even when he entered the city, he wounded Yan Xingyun with a sword. No one present heard about it.
Just as he stepped into the inn, someone came up to him.
When he saw the person coming in clearly, the person frowned slightly and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, the Shuangyue Tower is reserved by my young master today. It only accepts the geniuses of the Sword Academy who participated in the Battle of the Holy Son. If my friend wants to rest,
I think it’s better to choose another place!”
Li Kezhou glanced at the visitor.
This man is fat, has a mouth full of gold teeth, and shines with gold when he speaks.
"Then you think of me as someone participating in the competition for the Holy Son!"
Li Kezhou finished his sentence, stretched out his hand, and swept the fat man into a ball, rolling him away.
The inn has two floors. The first floor is empty, and everyone is obviously on the second floor.
He walked up slowly.
"Be brave and stop!"
The fat man rolled away and shouted angrily as soon as he got up.
Li Kezhou turned a deaf ear and walked up the steps slowly.
Following a clear, rhythmic sound of footsteps, a person walked up to the second floor of the inn, and a dozen people sitting upright turned their heads to look.
After seeing that it was Li Kezhou, some people showed ridicule, some showed disdain, and some even showed doubts, but one and only one person had a flash of light in his eyes.
This person is none other than the woman Chu Lingyan.
Li Kezhou walked up and glanced at the whole place.
There were no less than a dozen people present, all occupying one table, drinking tea and drinking by themselves, immersed in their own world.
If you observe carefully, you will find that these people's eyes glance at Chu Lingyan from time to time. It is obvious that these people are here just for this spotless, immortal-like woman in front of them.
The whole place was quiet.
Li Kezhou was looking for an empty table when the fat man below ran up in a hurry.
As soon as this man ran up, he suddenly became half shorter. He nodded and bowed to the dozens of people present, and finally his eyes fell on one of the men in yellow by the window.
"Sir! This person refuses to listen to dissuasion and insists on breaking in. This subordinate..."
"Go down! If you don't invite anyone here, it's impossible not to invite this friend. After all, he was the one who just beheaded Yan Xingyun an hour ago." The man in yellow said calmly without raising his head.
The man's words made everyone in the room change their expressions, and everyone's eyes once again focused on Li Kezhou.
"The Sword in the Stone! What did you say just now? He injured Yan Xingyun an hour ago?"
Someone couldn't restrain his horror and was the first to speak.
The man in yellow nodded: "This can still be false. Many people have seen where the city gate was before. You don't know it. It's because you just entered the city and you only heard about it after staying for two more hours."
Everyone's expressions were very different. They looked at Li Kezhou up and down. Some looked doubtful, some shook their heads in disbelief, and some just laughed it off as a joke.
Li Kezhou ignored everyone's gaze.
At this time, after scanning the whole place, he found that the empty tables were gone.
There were fifteen or sixteen people in the room, and each person had a table. There were no empty tables, but there were still quite a few empty seats.
Everyone noticed this scene, but no one extended an invitation, as if they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
A strange voice suddenly said: "Since there is no room, just stand! If you dare to come here, you must be a disciple of the Sword Academy. Considering your age, you should be the younger generation like me, so it is natural to stand for a while."
Li Kezhou looked at the speaker and smiled.
Anyone who knows him will be horrified when they see this smile, because often very tragic things will happen after this.
Just as he was about to take the next step, a clear voice sounded: "Young Master, if you wish, you can sit here with me."
Li Kezhou paused and looked at the speaker.
The one who spoke was Chu Lingyan!
"When a beautiful lady invites me, how can I refuse?"
With eyes full of jealousy, he walked to the table and sat down opposite the woman without any courtesy.
There was no wine on the table, so Chu Lingyan poured him a cup of tea herself.
The tea was boiling hot, but Li Kezhou picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
"Donkey drink!"
Suddenly a cold voice came from beside me.
Li Kezhou didn't need to look sideways to know that this person was Yan Shichai who came in before him.
According to what the good people said, this man had a deep love for Chu Lingyan, and for ten years he was given tea by beautiful women. He had never been treated like this in his life.
Now that he saw a boy he had never heard of being treated with such courtesy when he arrived, he couldn't accept it for a moment and subconsciously spoke sarcastically.
Li Kezhou ignored him and said to himself: "Looking at a beautiful woman in your eyes and tasting fragrant tea in your mouth, there is nothing more refreshing in the world!"
Yan Shihui's face darkened, and he turned his head slightly to look at him: "Boy! I heard from Shi Zhongjian, did you hurt Yan Xingyun?"
"It was just a surprise!" Li Kezhou said truthfully.
"You are self-aware. If you dare to come here, you will definitely participate in the battle for the Holy Son. I can't wait to see what method you used to kill Yan Xingyun."
"If you want to see it, just wait. Maybe you will be unlucky and face me head-on. Then you will not only have the opportunity to see it, but you will also have the opportunity to experience it for yourself!"
Yan Shi replied with a smile: "Very good! I have never been as desperate as I am now to have bad luck. I hope your means can match your tone!"
Just as this person finished speaking, there was another crisp sound of footsteps.
This time it was obviously not just one person, but at least three or five people.
The first person to climb up on his hands and knees was the fat man with gold teeth who had just gone down before. This man bowed and led the three people up.
"Ximen Sword Flag!"
Seeing a burly man nine feet tall, the entire audience suddenly burst into exclamations of surprise.
Unable to suppress the horror in his heart, one person suddenly stood up.
Others present did not know that this person was shocked and thought they stood up to greet him. Some hesitated and then stood up.
There was a moment of silence, and most of the dozen or so people stood up to greet him.
When Li Kezhou saw Ximen Jianqi for the first time, he saw this man with a stern expression, a face with sharp edges, and an aura that only belonged to a superior person.