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The corners of Zhao Jiannan's lips curled up slightly as he smiled calmly and said, "My lady, I appreciate your good will." "I still have some matters to attend to so I'll be leaving first. I'll see you later!" He waved to her and gently smiled. He turned and left.

"Hey!" Yang Die thought of some rumors. As she watched this valiant youth leave, she called out to him in a hurry, feeling reluctant to part with him.

Zhao Jiannan suddenly turned his head around and saw the concern on her face. His heart warmed as he gently asked, "Miss, is there something you need?"

Yang Xidie saw him looking at her with a smile, and her heart skipped a beat. She said nervously, "Mmm, be careful on your way."

"Thank you, I will." He smiled warmly, waved to her again, and left.

Watching the figure that stood tall like a tree slowly disappear before her eyes, she also slowly put down her waving hand and bit her lips, feeling an inexplicable emotion. How could there be such a fresh and picturesque youth in this world? He should be a swordsman. The white horse whistled to the west and the sword moved across the horizon. Presumably, it was a bit intoxicating. He could not help but yearn for it.

The Hall of Fame of Jinan was located in the golden district of the land, the place where the spring springs were located. Next to the Great Ming Lake, the scenery was beautiful and the scenery pleasant.

Therefore, Zhao Jiannan quickly found the main entrance of the famous hall. Looking at the giant gold-plated signboard that had the words "Hong Residence" written on it, the grand and imposing house, and the tall and sturdy white wall, he knew that he had come to the right place.

Zhao Jiannan was ecstatic in his heart. The Emperor did not disappoint those who had put in a lot of effort. Laughing out loud, he said: "I've finally come to Jinanda Hall, and it's been hard on you to ask me to look for it! "Hong Beifei, I, Zhao Jiannan, am here to seek your guidance!"

The afternoon sun was so warm and beautiful that the fragrance of osmanthus flowers drifted in the wind. The people within the famous hall were in an uproar as cries of surprise rose and fell one after another. The clamor and shouts woke up the sleeping Marshal Hong Beifei in the inner hall study room. As the lord of this hall, Hong Beifei had an extraordinary presence. His almond-shaped eyes, slumbering like a silkworm, and his calm eyes contained a strong aura and light. If one wasn't angry, one would not dare to disobey him. Years of good living and attention to food and health care, the forty-something people still look very young, energetic.

He was a person who loved to read many poems and books. Not only did he have a great body of emotions, but he also knew all kinds of strange and wonderful stories about both ancient and modern times. It was also good for his life that he was able to master all the wonders of the world and master all the methods of the military. Every afternoon, he would take a good nap to recover his energy. This was a good habit that he had been unable to break for many years. But it was not a wonderful day to wake people up from their dreams.

He heard the commotion outside and felt slightly annoyed. He stretched his muscles and called for a servant to come in. "Why is it so noisy outside?" he asked. "Let me see."

Not long later, the servant girl came back to report, "Reporting to Pavilion Master Hong, a young man suddenly barged in. He, he said —"

"What did he say?" Hong Beifei also lost his sleepiness, so he got up and put on his clothes, and asked at a leisurely pace.

The servant girl finally mustered up her courage and replied, "He said he wanted to challenge you to a duel! Oh, no, let's have a contest! "

Hong Beifei laughed involuntarily and said, "Isn't that the same! Where did this little brat run off to, get people to coax him out! "

At this time, the Martial Arts Practice Hall had already been completely surrounded by a large crowd of people. Even the trees on both sides of the street were crawling with onlookers. This Aurora Sword simply did not care about the number of people who came and brazenly fought their way into the great hall.

Just a moment ago, Xu Shangren and Sun Ji had both been defeated by his sword. The black mass of people were as dumbstruck as if they were looking at a monster. They surrounded the courtyard. Everyone's eyes were focused on the black-clothed youth with his eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars.

A large crowd of elders and guards moved after hearing the news, rushing in like a tidal wave. All of his attention was focused on the intense battle between Zhao Jian Nan of the Aurora Sword and Sikong Bo of the finger blade.

Furthermore, Zhao Jiannan was so young and fearless that he had long since become accustomed to such a chaotic situation. There was not a single ripple in his heart at all. His dao heart was unyielding. He wielded a three-foot long sword, but he did not unsheathe it. He killed to the point of being equally matched.

On the other hand, Sikong Bo had an extremely ugly expression on his face. The name of the blade he was pointing at did not deserve its reputation. No one had ever dared to underestimate the ability to pick things from thin air. Yet this Zhao Jiannan is actually unwilling to even take out his sword. He looks down on me!

Zhao Jiannan's eyes suddenly lit up as he saw a familiar yet graceful figure. It was none other than the Yang Love Butterfly that they had met by chance just now! He didn't expect to see her in such a situation. He smiled foolishly and waved to her, "Miss Yang, we meet again."

Yang Xidie finally made her way to the crowd. When she saw that it was this young man, she immediately realized that he was battling with the hall elder, Sikong Bo. When he thought of that rumor, there was nothing he could not understand. Smiling, he said, "Zhao Jiannan, it's really you!"

"Hmm, didn't I just tell you that we would meet again?" Zhao Jian Nan smiled shyly and said to her calmly.

"Stinking brat, you still remember to pick up girls at a time like this!?" You bastard, you really don't know how to write the word 'die'! Elder Sikong, beat him to death! " On the other side, Sun Ji, who had just lost, gnashed his teeth in anger as his face turned ashen.

Under his barrage of attacks, Zhao Jiannan had been rendered completely helpless. However, he didn't know that this fellow's physique was so good that at the moment of life and death, he could actually forcefully turn around in midair at an unbelievable angle. And that Aurora Sword that was following his body shot out like lightning, catching him off guard and defeating him in one move.

This young man's sword technique was calm and sharp. He was truly a formidable opponent in this life. This caused him to be in such a sorry state. Where would his face be when he was satisfied with the results? Furthermore, the other party was too lazy to even draw his sword against his opponent. He was simply too arrogant. He was furious, and he ruthlessly attacked this stinking brat's overbearing attitude.

Zhao Jiannan awkwardly glanced at Yang Xiangdie. Thankfully, she was not angry, so he did not say anything else. "Hehe, we'll talk about it later. There are too many people here. After he had finished speaking, his expression turned serious. He gripped the Aurora Sword tightly in his hand and looked at his opponent in front of him coldly.

Sikong Bo saw that he had finally looked straight into his eyes. The fishtail on his thin face twitched and smacked his lips twice as he said coldly: "Zhao Jiannan, looks like you've come prepared today! However, the young man was still a bit annoyed. I won't be so polite next. Be careful! "

He waved both his hands in the air, and a strong and abundant true energy immediately gushed out of his body, condensing and pouring into his arms. With a furious roar, he shot out like an arrow leaving the bowstring. He then waved his arms, and dozens of blade lights condensed into existence. It covered half of the sky, and he shot it out like a bolt of lightning.

At this moment, Zhao Jiannan firmly locked onto the opponent's figure with his starry eyes. A strong and terrifying sword intent surged up from his chest, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He instantly pulled out the Aurora Lightning, which expanded rapidly and danced in the air like a bolt of silver lightning.