History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

The fierce battle between the two strongest battles during the day did not exhaust the energy of Wanjielou customers.

In the evening, the performances of the Wanjielou show are still crowded, and the shoulders are connected.

In the central square of Wanjie Mall, there is a stage with a length of ten feet and a width of ten feet. There are performances provided by various worlds.

Sitting around the stage, a crowd of people, all engrossed in the performances on the stage, looked intoxicated.

At this time, Wanjielou is in an ordinary room.

Lu Xiaofeng kept licking the two beards that were neatly groomed. The eyes looked at the two people in the room. They looked at the outside of the room and looked away. They wanted to go and didn't leave. They wanted to stay and want to go. expression.

"Ximen blows snow, Ye Gucheng, you two really don't go to see the performance outside, but there is a flaw, the moon in the middle, do you have no interest?"

Lu Xiaofeng's face showed a look of sorrow and anger, pointing to Ximen blowing snow and Ye Gucheng, and said loudly.

Ximen blows snow and leaves the lonely city. The two are strong stone, decaying wood, without any interest.

"This sentence has been said thirty-two times."

Ximen blows snow in white, white wins snow, his face is cold and his voice is light.

His gaze did not look to Lu Xiaofeng who was squatting back and forth in front of him, but he kept looking at a sword in his hand, a dark sword, dark, narrow, and ancient.

His mind seems to be immersed in this dark sword, no other foreign objects.

"Hey, you haven't seen it yet, and you have more than one."

Ye Gucheng black and white hair, eyes like a front, cold and cold, gently stroking the sword in his hand, as if this sword is his love.

T He is like a white cloud in the sky, swimming in the foothills of the mountains, no flaws, no flaws.

"Tomorrow's game, though important, needs a break and relax."

Lu Xiaofeng showed a smile on his face and finally said his purpose.

Since Wanmenlou announced the strongest battle, Ximen Bingxue and Ye Gucheng were sitting in this room, sitting for one day, and even the two most powerful battles outside were not watched.

"I used to inquire before, those gods are powerful, but also blended into the first two games, tomorrow's game, I am afraid there will be many fairy demons."

Lu Xiaofeng’s eyes showed a strong sense of helplessness. He had no grasp of tomorrow’s game. He could even say that the failure was doomed.

"God is good, the devil is good, the realm of tomorrow is the same realm."

Ximen Blowing Snow finally shifted his gaze from his dark sword in his arms to his good friend, Lu Xiaofeng. He knew that Lu Xiaofeng really comforted him and Ye Gucheng, and there was no worry in his words.

"We haven't tried it for a long time, don't know if we can meet tomorrow?"

Ye Gucheng’s face is still cold and snowy, but Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng are all seeing the excitement from his glanced eyes, seeing the jump and seeing the heat...······

"you guys········"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and the room was in a silence.

The white moonlight, through the open window, sprinkled a thin silver cream, one leaning against the door and window, looking at the moon by the column, the two sitting cross-legged, black and white, complement each other, the ancient well has no waves.

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Wudang stationed.

"Master, it's time to have dinner."

Song Yuanqiao was dressed in a road, and his face looked dim and sorrowful. As always, he looked more than thirty years old. He just looked at the white flowers and his body was slightly wide and fat. He walked into a quiet room and carefully watched.

"The bridge is coming."

In the room, there is a man about thirty years old, a black shawl, black and shiny, white face, bright eyes looking at the Song Yuanqiao coming in, his face with a gentle smile.

This person is the Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, the younger brothers went out to watch the show with their disciples. Are you going outside to see?"

Song Yuanqiao gently put down the lunch box on his body, carefully took out the food inside and placed it in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Although Zhang Sanfeng has reached the realm of the valley, he eats normally every day.

"Today's food is very good."

Zhang Sanfeng has a faint smile on his face.

Two more dishes than usual.

"I guess Master will not eat tomorrow."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, and tomorrow morning is the third-strongest battle. Zhang Sanfeng is afraid to enter the state of closing his eyes and waiting for the final arrival of the game.

"Master, I will leave first."

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who slowly chewed the food. His face stopped talking and he finally left the room slowly and said nothing.

He wants to tell his master that those who compete are rogues, one is more shameless than one. President's avatar little lover

Although the contract beasts did not say so, basically everyone is one.

There are five contracted beasts, and even hundreds of contracted beasts. Is this still a game?

This has become a coffer!

Zhang Sanfeng did not seem to see the expression on Song Yuanqiao's face. After quietly eating, he put the dishes in the lunch box and got them outside the door, then sat down quietly.

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Zhonghua Building.

"The game, the game, tomorrow is the game..."

Naruto came back and forth, and at this moment he was sitting in a difficult position, his eyes were scratching his ears, and even cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes revealed excitement. He seemed to be a contradictory body of emotions.

On his body, he can see the emotions of anger and sorrow, all kinds of opposite expressions.

Although he had sent a contest to participate in the first-order battle of the most powerful, it was not so much a game as it was, but it was better to test his opponent.

As a result, he met the Taiqing saint in the world of the Westward Journey, and the shadow of Naruto was dissipated on the spot when he was waved.

"Yeah, I will play tomorrow, eat more, and I will play well tomorrow."

Luffy should have a sentence, he picked up a roast leg of lamb, biting it in a big mouth, and entered a mode of devouring.

As for Sun Wukong, I have already disappeared. I can only hear the sound of the dishes in the room, and the ever-increasing dishes on the table~www.readwn.com~唉~”

Naruto looked at the table and frowned, and Naruto and Sun Wukong seemed to be two baboons, continually eating the food sent by the little master.

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"There is no sword, tomorrow is the first battle between you and me."

Under the bright moon, a man who looked more than twenty, wiping the golden sword in his hand, whispered, his eyes revealing his gaze like a sword.

"I don't know if the prey of tomorrow is rich?"

On the pavilion, gorgeous silver-blue long hair, deep ice blue eyes, a domineering woman, the sound is cold, but with a hint of eagerness.

Some people look at the moon, the mind is floating, some people are singing songs, their hearts are flying, some people are wiping their swords, their eyes are superb, some people are meditation on their knees, Gujing has no waves...······

Tomorrow is a good day! (.)