Arts and Sciences

Chapter 1704 Trouble

"Get back to the original self?" Su Zixuan frowned, "Based on the current father's cultivation level, he should be more than a step higher than before. If we let him confront the former self, the current father is already as good as swordsmanship." Dacheng is not at the same level as before, why did he want to get back to his original self?"

Li Sansi nodded, "Indeed, if compared with the past, the current Duke of Stoke is far superior in terms of swordsmanship experience and attainments, but the only thing that the Duke of Stoke lacks is that kind of swordsmanship." The passion for swordsmanship and the state of excitement in his heart, he needs to find the state of the most swordsmanship, full of passion and hope for life, for any kind of thing, that's why he asked us to take out his original determination With the passing of Zixuan's mother, the long sword buried forever, and this long sword is also extraordinary, it is a peerless sword that surpasses Gould's Edge, and is no less than the three swords of Sword God arms."

Having said that, the long sword cannot pass the security check of the plane. If it is not in the process of checking in, Li Sansi may not be able to resist tearing off the yellow silk and taking it out to see what happened.But since it is a non-Chinese long sword, even if it is a peerless magic weapon, I believe Li Sansi can't understand it at all.The weapons technology he learned in Dalin Temple is only limited to hot weapons, and his knowledge of cold weapons is very minimal.

"In this way, if the Duke of Stoke gets the sword, is he sure to beat Poseidon?" Huang Shanxin asked in surprise.

Li Sansi smiled, "Which master can dare to say that he is [-]% sure of the fight? At least I believe that the Duke of Stoke will be in the best condition to meet this challenge."

Huang Shanxin exclaimed excitedly, "Great, the Duke of Stoke is known as the chief swordsman of the Eagle Kingdom. If he is in the best condition, then the sword god Poseidon, who is old and boastful, is afraid You have to tire his old bones to pieces!"

Li Sansi almost rushed over to cover Huang Shanxin's mouth. It was a public place, and when Huang Shanxin became happy, her image of a lady was lost, and her carefree, masculine look returned, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Anyway, if Huang Shanxin is on a domestic flight, maybe not many people have heard of the name of Sword God Poseidon, but on international flights, most people know Poseidon, just as they know Yao Ming .

At the moment, they are flying on the international flight, known as the "Skybus" Boeing aircraft, this super airliner is divided into upper and lower floors, 50.00% of the people on the lower floor are foreigners, and the proportion of foreigners on the upper floor is as high as 80.00%. Although Huang Shanxin speaks Chinese, it is absolutely unreasonable for those who can come to China, as long as they are not foreigners in a tourist group and can speak a few words of Chinese. Even some foreigners can understand and speak the local accent. It can no longer be described as an ordinary "foreigner" or "foreign devil". In the variety shows of the 80s, such a foreigner is called a China hand.

However, the situation that Li Sansi expected still happened. As soon as Huang Shanxin said this, it immediately caused a commotion among many people in the upper cabin. There are countless foreigners, but what makes Li Sansi's head stunned is the speech of these foreigners, not only Yingwen, but also polyphonic German, French, Spanish, Finnish, Japanese, etc. Words immediately flooded the entire cabin, causing Huang Shanxin to stare at the crowd of countless people in astonishment after speaking.

The flight attendant finally calmed down the crowd who suddenly looked like ants in a frying pan with eagle language, and then several flight attendants were held back by these passengers, seeming to be talking about something.

Li Sansi, Su Zixuan and Huang Shanxin collectively had an ominous premonition.

Several stewardesses and the chief purser gathered together, and after discussing with each other, the chief purser walked towards Li Sansi. The actual age of the chief purser was only 25 or six years old. His hair was combed back and his face was pure and lovely. People, smiled slightly at Li Sansi, "May I ask, are you Duke Norman Lee of the Eagle Kingdom?"

"Ah!?" Li Sansi looked at the purser in surprise.

Before Su Zixuan and Huang Shanxin could react, the purser took out a small notebook as if conjuring, "Many passengers on this plane have heard of your reputation and want to ask for your autograph one after another, but the plane is running On the way, in order to ensure the safety of passengers, we do not allow passengers to leave their seats without permission, so we all have an unfeeling request, can we ask Duke Norman Lee to sign two hundred copies of these books. As the chief purser of this journey, I very much hope that these passengers and you will have a very pleasant journey, may I ask, Mr. Duke, would you like it?"

Such a beautiful girl asked for autographs on behalf of the 200 people on the passenger plane. Li Sansi had the nerve to refuse. In fact, he was unwilling to refuse. He nodded and took the signature book and ballpoint pen from the purser.

"Well, he's not a duke, he's just an earl." Huang Shanxin looked at the purser and said with a slightly sour tone.

"Anything is fine." The girl laughed, then took out another small notebook, and handed it to Li Sansi from the side with a smile, "Can you sign [-] more copies for all the flight attendants in our crew? I've heard of you. Hehe."

"Oops. Good."

Li Sansi took the signature book of the purser and signed nineteen. He swore that he had never written his name so smoothly. He was about to write the last one, but was stopped by the jade finger extended by the purser. Li Sansi looked puzzled, the flight attendant, the chief purser, was a little shy, and pointed to the first side of the signature book, "This is the signature I want. Can you draw a heart shape?"

"Ah!?" Li Sansi was dumbfounded. The faces of Su Zixuan and Huang Shanxin were already green, like green apples, glowing green.

"I'll draw for you." Su Zixuan involuntarily took the autograph booklet from Li Sansi's hand. The hand as slender as a piano player held a pen and moved quickly on the paper. Then he raised his head, smiled at the purser, and put the The pen and paper was handed over.

The purser smiled unnaturally and took the signature book. The peach on it was so lifelike that it fully demonstrated Su Zixuan's painting talent and skills. At that moment, he glanced at Su Zixuan with a particularly dissatisfied expression.

Li Sansi worked hard while countless people looked up at him from time to time. Two hundred signatures. It was the first time he felt that writing his own name was such a pain. The land grasslands, mountains and rivers, at the moment when he was writing vigorously, quickly disappeared from the porthole.

(End of this chapter)