The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The first wisp of purple qi rose in the morning. It was so dense that it was beautiful.

The youth with the naked upper body was meticulous. He drew his sword and sheathed it, constantly repeating the same action. Sweat flowed down his cheeks, converging on his chin and dripping onto his chest before splashing away.

In the early spring morning, many people do not want to leave the warm bed.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the purple clouds disappeared. The young man was sweating more and more. His sweat-soaked skin was full of beauty under the morning sun.

With a creak, the sound of a door opening sounded out in the courtyard. It was the sound of two tired young men. Both of them were yawning and stretched, their spirits not very good.

These two were Li Blade's new subordinates. They had moved out from the dock and moved into Li Blade's yard. This is also why China has paid great attention to the merits of dragons since ancient times, often the first to seek refuge with preferential treatment.

"Big Brother, you're up so early?"

While yawning and stroking his head that was only half an inch long, Zhou Jian hurriedly said hello to his boss.

Li Dao acted as if he did not hear anything. He still meticulously brandished his sword, not even blinking once.

Zhou Jian felt a little awkward. Although they had just met, Zhou Jian had a certain understanding of his boss's personality. He immediately went into the house and brought out a basin to wash up.

After washing their faces and rinsing their mouths, the two of them looked up and saw that Li Dao's movements had not changed at all.

Wang Li couldn't help but ask, "What do you think is the use of Big Bro constantly swinging his sword and being so serious about it?" Don't true experts have powerful techniques? "

Zhou Jian did not know how to answer Wang Li's question. In his subconscious, he knew that a true expert could fly and overtake others, and their moves would be awe-inspiring and magnificent. They had also seen the boxing masters of the boxing club practice their boxing skills before. They were called handsome. They moved like wild horses that had escaped their reins and stood tall like pines.

To constantly draw and sheathe their swords like Li Dao, they really couldn't see anything special about him. The only thing he could tell was that Li Dao was very serious, even giving them a sacred feeling.

However, Zhou Jian would not directly say it like Wang Li had done. He had never read a book, but he knew what to say and what not to say.

"Brat, you are the one who blabbered the most. What do you know about our boss' level? Come with me quickly!" Zhou Jian scolded as he kicked Wang Li's body yet again without any warning.

"What are we doing?" "I haven't slept enough yet," Wang Li grumbled, extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Jian.

"You idiot, you're not going to eat breakfast, are you?"

"So you're going to buy Big Bro breakfast. Just say it earlier."

"Cut the crap, hurry up and come with me." Zhou Jian's tone was impatient as he walked around Li Dao and headed outside. Wang Li also followed behind Zhou Jian.

Li Dao turned a deaf ear to the conversation between the two of them. Every time he swung his sword, he would have a special kind of comprehension. He could not say that this was martial arts, but no matter what he did, it required practice to produce skill. If an old man who sold oil could sell his cultivation level, then so could he. There was nothing difficult in this world. He was only afraid of people who wanted to help. Just like this, he continued to swing his sword without feeling the slightest bit of boredom. What he lacked the least was patience and perseverance.

Pushing open the gate to the courtyard, many hawkers had already set up their stalls on the street. There were those who sold vegetables, those who sold soy milk and youtiao, those who sold newspapers, and those who pulled carts. These people in small businesses are often among the earliest in the city, as they have been since time immemorial.