The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

There were around twenty to thirty people sitting in the Bamboo Forest Restaurant, and not a single one of them wasn't in the martial arts world.

The business of messing around with the martial arts world involved eating meat in big gulps and drinking wine in big bowls. However, the martial arts people in this restaurant were a bit restrained.

A white-robed young master had a long sword by his hand, drinking his own wine. His expression was extremely cold. In the entire restaurant, his actions seemed a bit more natural.

Minutes and seconds passed. All the martial artists present wanted to leave this small restaurant, but they did not dare to move. They were in extreme pain. Where was the attitude of the martial arts people who were happy to be in the martial arts world?

With a creak, the door to the restaurant was pushed open.

A middle-aged Daoist nun wearing an apricot-colored robe stepped into the room. This Daoist nun was extremely tall, half a head taller than the females of this era. She held a horsetail whisk in her hand, and her wide Daoist robe could not hide her sexy and slim figure.

Behind the nun followed two young girls, both of them were about 16 or 17 years old. The two women seemed to be afraid of the nun and kept their distance, not daring to get too close to her.

One of the girls was wearing a grey robe and looked very cute. A young girl dressed in white with a face full of valour was seen. It was a pity that she was a cripple.

Seeing these three women walk in, the expressions of the martial artists in the restaurant became very interesting.

He didn't know what day it was, but the two famous monsters in the martial arts world had gathered together.

Li Dao turned his head and looked at her for a moment before he stopped paying attention to her, as long as she did not provoke him.

The characteristics of these three people were extremely obvious. Even if he had never seen them before, Li Dao still knew that they were Li Moli, Hong Lingbo, and Lu Wushuang.

Li Moli led the way into the wine shop and sat down opposite of Li Dao.

Hong Lingbo immediately called over the shop owner and ordered a few dishes. Lu Wushuang was bored to death. She lowered her head and played with the scimitar in her hand, appearing cute and adorable.

Li Moli's face was serious. From the moment she walked into the restaurant, she felt that the atmosphere wasn't right, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, it seemed too quiet.

Li Dao continued to drink from mouthful to mouthful, but the alcohol levels in this era were too low. If he wanted to drink to his heart's content, he would have to drink several large jugs of wine.

"Hey, you ugly bastard over there, what are you looking at? Do you believe that this aunt will dig out your eyes?" Suddenly, Lu Wushuang scolded him with a frown.

The person she was scolding was naturally Sun Zhenzi. It was because Sun Zhenzi had looked at her twice.

After breaking her leg, Lu Wushuang became a cripple. Plus, Li Moli was not good to her, so her personality was extremely extreme. Moreover, Lu Wushuang was very sensitive in his heart.

Although Sun Zhenzi was like a sick cat in front of Li Dao, he was not a good-natured person, even when it came to women. You can't expect a tough man with a knife to be a gentleman.

Besides, now that Sun Zhenzi knew he was an expert, he was confident and his waist was naturally tough as well.

"Heh heh, you're still a grumpy little girl. You want to poach my eyes? You try it! "

A disdainful smile appeared on Sun Zhenzi's face as he crooked his finger at Lu Wushuang.

"You're courting death!"

Lu Wushuang let out an explosive shout. She unsheathed her snow-white curved saber and rushed towards Sun Zhenzi's throat. She was about to take Sun Zhenzi's life.

Sun Zhenzi's expression turned cold as he watched Lu Wushuang rush towards him. The Hundred Refined Iron Saber was like a waterfall, it arrived before Lu Wushuang and chopped down the scimitar in his hand.

Lu Wushuang and Li Moli did not get the true inheritance, and they only got to level two precelestial. As for Sun Zhenzi, he was a level three precelestial. As a man, he had taken a lot of Bodhisattva Snake Bile. His arm strength was terrifying. Not only did this slash send the scimitar in Lu Wushuang's hand flying, the immense force also knocked her down and she fell to the ground on her butt.

Expert, when did such a blade-wielding expert appear in the martial world? Li Moli thought to himself as he held a cup of tea.

"Wuwuwu, you actually dare to bully me. Do you know who my master is?"

Lu Wushuang asked while gritting her teeth while staring hatefully at Sun Zhenzi while wiping away her tears.

Sun Zhenzi had a playful smile on his face as he asked, "Who is your master? Could it be Tathagata Buddha?" "Hahahaha!"

As Sun Zhenzi spoke, he started to laugh loudly. Li Moli's eyes turned cold and his killing intent started to condense.