I Became an Anonymous Boss

She tried to be as reserved as possible, but she acted like a heartless girl with her elbows turned outward, and she would roll her eyes to the sky if she didn't see the blue-clothed swordsman beside her.

At this time, the left madman interrupted without any emotional intelligence: "Surnamed Bai, this monk said that you only need three moves to kill the Great Vientiane Realm?"

"It's not just, it's just three tricks." Bai Taki corrected.

"He said that killing warriors below the Heavenly King Realm is like mowing grass." Zuo Kuangtu's eyes were full of provocation.

"Do you believe it?" Bai Taki asked lightly.

"I don't believe it." Zuo Kuangzi grinned.

"You should believe it." Shirataki smiled.

Zuo Kuangzi was about to say something, but he saw the palm of the stranger pressing down, and the green bricks on the street behind him were floating up and down like a wave.

Many people thought they were seeing ghosts in the daytime. They had never seen this scene in their life. Who is this playing music games here?

The left lunatic's pupils constricted violently, his lips trembled several times, his eyes widened, and he read: "You, you..."

"Seeing is believing." Shirataki said.

Zuo Kuangzi was dumbfounded, and he recovered his mind after a while. He said bitterly: "What are you... so fussing about with strong drinks? Is there any point?"

"I'm not yet a Heavenly King, why can't I argue with him?" Bai Taki said flatly, "You either go to the spectator stand and wait, or take my trick."

"I won't pick it up, I won't pick it up anymore, and I'm still picking up a splashed clothes?" Zuo Kuangzi cursed bad luck: "I'll just wait and play with Feng Jiuge later, and I'll leave the city after the fight, that's all right right?"

"Pity."

"It's not a pity." Zuo Kuangzi has an arrogant personality but is not stupid. He plucked his ears: "You look elegant, but you are actually quite ruthless."

"Among the rivers and lakes, people are not ruthless, and they can't stand firmly." Bai Taki waved his hand: "Don't block the way when you finish speaking."

The madman on the left took a step back, which disappointed many people in the Jianghu who were trying to watch the show. This madman is famous, why did he suddenly follow his heart?

Zuo Kuangzi said in his heart that he would give way to the king of heaven, I would not be ashamed... the one on the Phoenix Stage would be ashamed later.

The blue-clothed swordsman was full of suspicion. Was this left madman really going all out?Looks pretty fun?

The girl in the yellow skirt has nothing to add to the reverence for the gods and demons Mowen in her heart. She persuaded the left madman with a few words, and both are in the top ten of the list. Sure enough, the difference lies here. Simply.

Comparing the two sides, she felt that the difference should not be too obvious. With the muscular barbarian Zuo Kuangtu, it was possible to bring out the unrestrained and unrestrained white clothes of Young Master Bai, which was a little more chic than that of an exiled immortal.

She really wanted to impress him, so she said forcefully, "Master, my surname is Xu, and my name is Bailu, Xu Bailu!"

The young man nodded and smiled: "I remember, Miss Xu Bailu."

The sound was too clear, and there were suppressed screams from both sides of the street at this moment.

No matter how reserved the girl is, she will go crazy, and she can't control it at all.

On both sides of the street, girls in teahouses and restaurants have already started shouting something like 'look this way'.

Some Jianghu women have already jumped out of the windows, and there are also Xiaojiabiyu and noble ladies who lean out half of their bodies from the windows, their eyes are shining.

Handkerchiefs, silk scarves, sachets, etc. are left on the street.

There was a group of Yingying and Yanyan, and some even brought letterheads that had been prepared.

The swordsman in green shirt felt his scalp go numb when he saw this scene, he wouldn't even shed a drop of sweat if he was asked to face more than [-] horse bandits, but now he can only dodge with his sword in his arms, even though he was in his hometown. A famous chivalrous man who would attract many women's glances at him when he appeared on the stage, but now, compared with this one, he would be turned into a scum in seconds?There is no comparison at all.

Hey, I haven't drawn my sword yet, I've already lost my heart...

The blue-clothed swordsman was sad for a moment, and stopped when he saw a group of Yingying and Yanyan.

Xu Bailu also looked away, and poked his senior brother with his elbow: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and follow!"

The blue-clothed swordsman was still thinking about the autumn, but felt aggrieved when he was interrupted like this, and subconsciously made a small temper: "Suddenly I don't want to go..."

Xu Bailu glanced at him: "Pretentious...you don't go to me, go back to the inn by yourself and wait."

She left after speaking.

The blue-clothed swordsman rushed to catch up: "Junior Sister, wait for me! I'll go, I'll go! Take me, I can't get in without a token!"

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Bai Taki went all the way up to the Phoenix Terrace.

No one stopped on the road, but there were hundreds of spectators.

There are dignitaries, there are heroes, there are young heroes, and there are old people. They may come to see the excitement, or they may not.

It has nothing to do with Shirataki, since the moment he stepped into the peach forest, he had already let go of restraint.

The demon came from the long street.

I'm done with the way I should go.

I have given the respect that should be given.

Next, it is between you and me to break up and make a liquidation.

The young man in white walked forward step by step, like a tidal wave. Many people without martial arts could feel the solemnity of the air. The silent momentum pressed down on the peach blossom forest, and the peach blossoms on many branches trembled under the pressure.

This momentum is enough to destroy mountains.

In the final analysis, the word Wu is nothing more than the wrath of ordinary people, making it fearful and even frightening to countless people. It is still pure power itself. When you are strong to the extreme, Jiang Shanhe has to bow his head for it.

The young man finally stepped onto the Phoenix Arena, and on the other side of the arena, Lie Yin was sitting on the floor wearing a black overcoat, with an unsheathed knife lying flat on his knee, judging from the scabbard, this knife was not wide , more like Hengdao Taidao than Xiuchundao.

Bai Taki looked at Lie Yin, then glanced at the Phoenix Terrace, and said calmly: "It's too small."

Lie Yin nodded: "I think so too, the layout is a little smaller."

He didn't get up in a hurry, but said slowly: "I thought that the battle between you and me would be on the top of the snow mountain, not in the market. It's too tacky, but it's not beautiful enough."

Bai Taki said indifferently: "It's more suitable to leave the stage with all the attention. The world will forget you, but they won't forget too quickly."

Lie Yin nodded: "Thank you for your kindness, I will not let you down with this knife."

Shirataki said bluntly: "I can't talk about disappointment, I have no expectations at all."

Lie Yin finally got up in silence.

Holding the scabbard with his left hand, he looked directly at Shirataki: "If you kill you, I will become a king in one step, so I won't keep my hand, and I can't keep my hand."

In the arena, life and death are at your own risk.

Bai Taki remained silent, just staring at Lie Yin's hand holding the knife.

At that time, a peach petal floated from the sky. The petal fluttered and slowly fell towards the center of the ring. The moment it lightly landed on the Phoenix Stage, it was crushed into fine powder.

Bai Taki's figure was swaying, and the white clothes pulled out afterimages and rainbows. In just a short moment, the difference between the two of them on the Phoenix Stage was within three steps.

He pressed one hand directly on the handle of the opponent's knife, and knocked on Lie Yin's throat with the other.

Not even given a chance to draw a knife!

I've already given enough face, there's no need to give more...!

The next step is to get back some of the things she lost for the little Guanyin!

Bai Taki was full of hostility, his movements were light and nimble, and his attack was fierce, indescribably chic and freehand.

Lie Yin's saber was pinned to the hilt five inches out of the sheath, and he pressed it back directly. The saber aura that was swayed did not take shape, but was firmly suppressed under the palm of Bai Taki's stellar aura, and the burst of aura shattered Lie Yin. Drink half of the sleeve.

Lie Yin twisted his wrist and failed to draw the knife. He didn't expect the opponent to attack so quickly. Instead of drawing the knife in a hurry, he used his backhand to avoid the opponent's chokehold. With force, he directly threw the young man out, and the white clothes flew out of the Phoenix Terrace, with fierce aura and astonishing aura.

He threw it to the ground like a stone, hit a peach tree, and then landed on the branch of the peach tree with his toes. At this moment, the whole peach tree showed an almost impossible toughness. The shot putter, after releasing his full power, the white clothes returned to the Phoenix Stage at a faster speed like an arrow leaving the string, and at the same time, he was accompanied by a light blade that cut the sea and broken the mountain.

Lie Yin raised the scabbard, was slashed by the light blade, his feet rubbed against the Phoenix Stage, and retreated all the way to the edge of the ring.

After Shirataki held back with one hand, he faced the enemy with his bare hands, a ray of black dyed his pure white robe, and his right pupil was pitch black.

Lie Yin raised the saber with both hands, drew the saber out of its sheath, and the air of the saber filled the sky above the ten-mile peach forest.

It's a good game, the demon breaks the sword.

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There is also a big difference between masters and weapons, whether they have weapons or not.

Although the realm is enough, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, and without a sword in hand, one can cut mountains and seas with one sword, but the realm is poor, and there is no difference between whether there is a sword or not.

But in the world of martial arts, warriors confront each other, and those who hold weapons have always been better than those who are unarmed. Swords, knives, spears, sticks, whether or not weapons are in hand, determine the difference in a full realm.

Nan Xinmo is holding a gentian and a tiger soul, and his combat power is catching up to the peak of the Vientiane Realm.

So what about the strong drink whose realm has already settled in the Vientiane realm?

For the world's top swordsman and swordsman, nothing lasts without the sword out of the sheath, and worldly troubles, rights, wealth, and favors are all a matter of beheading.

What Lie Yin wants is nothing more than the same, once the sword is pulled out, there will be no one in the world who hinders me, and there is nothing I can't stop.

His physique, skills, and true energy are all at the average level, not stronger than Feng Jiuge, nor worse than Su Ruoshui.

This was before he drew his knife.

After drawing the sword, Lie Yin's momentum changed.

The stagnant realm, like a rising tide, directly crosses the Vientiane Realm.

When he landed a knife, there was no smell of fireworks, and he couldn't even feel the murderous aura, the only feeling was only.

——Fengrui!

Not fast, not heavy, not light, but sharp.

Shirataki clearly felt the difference. The thickness of his qi layer could be called the iron wall of a golden city, seven feet thick, and the deeper he went to the inner depth, within one foot, even Dugu Zhi, who was extremely good at hard bridge iron horse cross-linking kung fu, could not It has been completely broken through, but it just seized Shirataki's opportunity to take a breath, defeated his qi mechanism, and caused the qi layer to collapse automatically.

But this knife is not the case, the Heavenly Demon Astral Qi is like being cut into ice by a thousand-degree knife, and quickly melts into water vapor.

The hard butter block was easily cut in half.

Bai Taki didn't resist forcefully, but turned sideways, letting the light of Ling Lie's saber disappear a hundred steps away.

Not too long lasting, but razor-sharp.

He looked at the back of his hand, just trying to stop it, leaving a flesh wound.

"How did you practice such a fast knife?" Shirataki said 'fast', not fast.

"Thousands of tempers." Lie Yin said.

"But you only have one knife." Bai Taki stepped on the Phoenix Terrace with both feet: "I have hundreds of weapons."