C216 In the Tavern

Let's go. Lang Tian left with his group of subordinates!

He looked at the cracked glass cup beside him, as well as the boiling water, which was emitting white smoke.

That's right, if it was broken, there was no possibility of being burned to death. If it was killed, then nothing would happen.

Jian Ao looked at Lang Tian's back, and the corner of his mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile. He knew that Lang Tian had already set his mind on killing him, and that made him want to kill him.

His face returned to normal, as if he didn't notice anything. He just drank some tea and didn't mind it at all. You want to kill me, but you need to have the ability to do so!

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The next day.

Jian Ao said goodbye to Ning Ming, Xuan Yue, and the others before leaving. This time, his destination was none other than the tavern Lang Xie had brought him to a few days ago. Jian Ao still remembered that the owner was a middle-aged man and had given him a few bottles of wine - Sun Wine.

Speaking of Fiery Sun Wine, it was truly a military wine. When one drank it, it would burn one's lungs and mouth. It was as if a volcano had been formed within one's body. The power that erupted from it was even greater than usual.

The middle-aged boss gave Jian Ao three pots, and Jian Ao drank one pot as well. He felt that although he refused to break through to the Sword Master Stage, he still couldn't break through to the Sword Master Stage. After thinking about it for the past few days, he knew the reason.

He knew that he couldn't break through to the next realm. It was all because his foundation was too strong. This reason made Jian Ao smile bitterly. Was it my fault to call his foundation strong?

Indeed, Jian Ao was unable to advance to the Sword Master Stage step by step. It was entirely because his foundation in the Sword Strength Realm and Swordsman Stage was too solid, so he was unable to break through. This was just like building a house in his previous life. The more solid the foundation was, the harder it was to build a house on it. Of course, once a house was built, it would instantly be an existence on the same level as him. It could proudly smile at people of the same level.

Although Jian Ao felt a little bitter and regretful, he did not regret it. Instead, he felt fortunate or even happy.

He cultivated the Heavenly Dragon Divine Body, tempered his body, and forged his body into an indestructible body like the Heavenly Dragon Divine Beast.

There were three types of internal cultivation techniques, the Great Sun Incinerating Heaven Scroll with explosive power, the Kill Gathering Spell that was mysterious and unpredictable like a ghost, and the Nine Revolutions Profound Arts that was called supreme.

If he hadn't cultivated both internal and external cultivation techniques simultaneously, he would have died long ago, and he wouldn't have been the current him.

In the past, all the enemies he faced were stronger than him, but why did he always win? Internal and external forces took up the majority.

Internal and external cultivation had brought great benefits to Jian Ao, but there were also disadvantages. It had caused the foundation of his cultivation to become more solid. If he didn't have a great opportunity or powerful medicinal strength, it would be impossible for him to advance with his own strength. Unless his dantian turned into one, everything would be impossible.

"You are here to ask for wine. If you do, please return. What you took a few days ago was the last stock of our store. "

From afar, the middle-aged boss saw Jian Ao's figure. His brows immediately knitted. Although his voice didn't pass through True Qi, it was like thunder exploding in the sky. Even Jian Ao, who was ten meters away, could hear it.

Jian Ao didn't answer, but his footsteps didn't stop. Every step he took was a few meters. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in the tavern.

This was the second time Jian Ao had come here. The first time was when Lang Xie forcefully dragged him here. This time, he took the initiative to come here. The reason was obvious -

"I already said that I don't have any wine here. What are you doing here?!" The middle-aged boss had an unhappy expression on his face. Why was this person like this? He had already said that he didn't have any wine, yet you still came? Don't you think that you are too thick-skinned?

Jian Ao smiled and found a place to sit down. He muttered to himself. "Yes, I am here to drink, but not to ask for wine. "

Jian Ao did not look at the middle-aged boss's dissatisfied face and continued, "I know what you are afraid of. You are worried that I don't have the money to pay, right? Don't worry. I only came this time after I brought enough money. "

"Pa!"

With a backhand slam, a golden object appeared on the table. It wasn't gold, but a token. It was the token Lang Xie had given him.

The middle-aged boss looked at the golden token, and his pupils constricted. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

How could he not recognize it!? It was the personal token of the Fifth Prince of Wind Mist Country. Anyone who saw this token would feel as if they had seen him personally.

Prince Lang Xie gave this token to him, did it mean. . .

Before the middle-aged boss could say anything, Jian Ao had already put away the token and said loudly, "Boss, serve the wine. Customer, I want a full bottle of strong liquor, the kind that can make people's blood boil and desire to kill!"

The sound of it was so loud that it echoed through the sky and echoed in the huge forest. Countless birds were startled and flew up, afraid that they would not be able to avoid it in time.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged boss raised his eyebrows. He had a very bad feeling. It was as if he had been cheated by someone, and it was inexplicable.

"Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!"

Suddenly, countless moving sounds came from the forest. It was very, very weak, but the two people who landed in the pub were very clear.

"The customers are already here. Boss, why aren't you serving wine yet? Be careful that the customers are unhappy. I'll kill you with one sword strike and then burn your place to ashes!" Jian Ao was dissatisfied, but his voice was deafening.

"Yes, I will kill you and burn this place to ashes!" A voice sounded.

Countless Black Clothed Man suddenly appeared from the forest. All of them were covered in black robes, with swords on their belts, and a pair of naked eyes that shone like a poisonous snake.

Choose to devour! They wanted to kill someone!

The one who spoke was a tall Black Clothed Man, who was carrying a Profound Iron Heavy Sword on his back. As he walked, the ground trembled.

This was a powerful sword cultivator who used a heavy sword, and his cultivation was at the Sword Master Peak.

The reason why it was said to be powerful was because the heavy sword had no edge. Anyone who chose the heavy sword would have some powerful strength, and their ability to control it far exceeded that of ordinary people.

The sword was divided into two types: soft sword and heavy sword. The flexible sword was light and agile, and it was difficult to understand. This was the case with Jian Ao. However, the heavy sword was heavy and heavy, like a blade.

Generally speaking, a heavy sword was harder to deal with than a flexible sword. This did not mean that the heavy sword user was stronger than the soft sword user, sword. The two of them actually had their own seasons and seasons, and there was no telling who was stronger and who was weaker.

The reason why it was said that was because the heavy sword was actually an unconventional sword. It was like the Tyrant's Saber in a weapon. It was grand and majestic. It did not conform to the true meaning of the sword, and it was also even more difficult to grasp.

Jian Ao frowned when he saw this person. Instinct told him that this person was much more dangerous than an ordinary master swordsman. He was afraid that even a rank 3 master swordsman would not be a match for this person. He then looked down. Black Clothed Man had about a dozen of them. All of them were good fighters, and they were all at least master swordsmen.

If this force was pulled out, it would be enough to occupy a mountain in any country, and become a king in a mountain. Even some cities would treat it as if they did not know about it.

"They really think highly of this swordsman!" Jian Ao said faintly.

No matter how powerful he was, he was just a swordsman. Even if he was at his peak, he was still just a swordsman. Logically speaking, he was not a match for a swordsman, let alone a dozen swordsmen. It was a kind of "torture" with an unequal level of cultivation. At least, people who did not know how to reason thought so.

If it were only these people, Jian Ao would not have come here. Although there were more opponents, they were all good, but they could not kill him.

Lang Tian was a "good" person in power. He knew that if he didn't do what he wanted to do, he would do it in one move, or in other words, solve the problem in one go. The wild fire would never end, and the spring wind would grow again. He also needed to remove the roots of the grass to eliminate the threat. He understood these principles.

There must be a powerful person behind them who was paying attention to this place at all times. Once he noticed that something was wrong, he would immediately appear.

"Only you people?" Jian Ao looked around. The wind was still the wind, the trees were still trees. There were no signs of outsiders.

"We are enough!" The Profound Iron Heavy Sword man's voice sank.

Was this looking down on him? Did he think that these people were no match for him? He thought too highly of himself.

"I'm not asking you!" Jian Ao glanced at the Profound Iron Heavy Sword man and said indifferently.

Yes, Jian Ao did not ask him again.

However, the others did not think so. They, Black Clothed Man, did not think so. This was totally challenging the leader, thinking that the leader was no match for him, and thinking that the leader was an idiot.

Black Clothed Man thought so, and so did the Profound Iron Heavy Sword.

How could this "conclusion" not make him angry, not make him angry. Killing intent appeared in his eyes, rolling like a huge wave. He had to kill him! Definitely!

Let me weakly beg for flowers again. Really!! Give me a few, even if it's just one flower, I'll be happy too!