Chapter 353： Old enemy

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Xuefeng City has more famous hot spring mountains.

Behind the cast shop where Zhumen is located, there is a large house, and clean hot spring water flows slowly from the mountain.

Zhu Minglang was soaking comfortably in the hot spring pool, and there was a 16 or 17-year-old girl beside her holding tea and fruit.

The girl talked a lot, and kept twittering in Zhu Minglang's ears, asking about something she was interested in, and she looked like she wanted to go to a more prosperous imperial capital.

"Little son, the Wujin hoof is done, are you finished here too?" The disciple asked quietly outside the door.

"Well, it's comfortable to soak." Zhu Minglang replied.

"Oh, patronizing and chatting with you, they told me to serve you, but I don't know how to serve you, is this tea good, is this fruit sweet?" The girl suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly.

"It's delicious and sweet, thank you for the hospitality, and next time these shameless men tell you who to serve, don't agree, you will suffer a lot." Zhu Minglang got up and wrapped himself up. Towel, exhorted this girl.

"Oh, oh, boy, come to play next time."

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After leaving the hot spring pool, Zhu Minglang also put on clothes.

In order to prevent King An from recognizing it, Zhu Minglang naturally confessed to these people in Zhumen, not to explain his identity.

Wearing a small mask, Zhu Minglang followed the shopkeeper Zhou Yong to the place where King An lived.

It is also a mansion leaning on a mountain, and you can see that this mansion is very magnificent, and some of the trees outside for decoration are specially painted gold, which shows the style of the entire mansion is extremely noble.

Stepping into the mansion, singing and dancing instruments are already playing happily. A group of enchanting dancers surround a few golden braziers this winter day, swaying their waists, padding their slender and straight legs, and stepping on the movement to their heart's content. Dancing with a beautiful figure...

Zhu Minglang doesn't appreciate much dance or something. There are not many famous families like this type of sword practice sent to the deep mountains and old forests when they were young.

Some people in expensive costumes are sitting around the dancers, some are intently admiring, and some are whispering serious things.

After a piece of music danced, the dancers sat on the laps of the adults one by one, either pouring wine or complimenting them. When Zhou Yong and Zhu Minglang walked forward, the people around did not pay much attention.

"Wang An, the little black gold hoof you want has been finished overnight, please have a look." Zhou Yong handed it to the black gold hoof.

When Zhu Minglang saw Wang An, he sat in front of the screen, his hair was neatly combed, and his face looked very handsome, but there were some crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, indicating that he did not look that young.

"Master Bai, this is a small gift that Xiao Wang prepared for you. Please accept it. Zhumen is the highest clan sect with the highest casting art in our Ji Ting Continent. The things made by them are definitely the most sophisticated. "Wang An walked up personally and took Wu Jinhu.

He walked to a man sitting in front of the same screen and dedicated it to the distinguished guest.

Zhu Minglang looked around and saw that the distinguished guest was sitting cross-legged, with his hair neatly draped. The hair was somewhat different from ordinary people, and it seemed a bit crystal clear under the reflection of the fire.

He was wearing a very special robe, his figure could not be seen clearly, the whole person was somewhat mysterious and solemn, but restrained but with an extremely confident spirit.

Facing King An, the Master Bai just nodded very often, and didn't even reach out to pick him up.

Several high-ranking officials around Wang An frowned. They didn't expect that this foreigner would not give An Wang so much face.

Wang An maintained the posture of offering gifts, and after a while, the man in the robe stretched out a hand and took the Wujin hoof.

At this time, Zhu Minglang noticed that he stretched out his left hand. The robe was too wide to see his arm, but this action made the other side of him exposed, without a right arm!

One-armed man? ?

Zhu Minglang was very surprised.

This guy……

What is he! !

The mask Zhu Minglang was wearing trembled slightly.

There are waves in his heart.

This is the stranger from An Wang's mouth? ?

At first, Zhu Minglang thought he was wrong, until the other party's right arm was missing, Zhu Minglang dared to be completely sure!

At first, it was this **** who plunged himself into the sea of ​​nothingness, and fell into the whirlpool leading to another world...

Of course he also paid a painful price, that is, his right arm was chopped off by himself.

Zhu Minglang used the most powerful sword technique at the beginning, and the wound cut by that sword will permanently leave a trace of sword cold air, and no matter how brilliant medical skills and healing techniques are used, he can't get his arm back.

So he killed an alien from outside? ?

No, it's because of this guy that he will shuttle to another land!

A guest from outside the sky, has the ability to split the vortex of nothingness? ?

"King An is too polite. This time, I was just looking for an enemy. At first I was young and vigorous. I did not listen to the persuasion of the older generation. I was alone in the lower realms, but I encountered a lowly man and was attacked and injured by him. With an arm, now that I practice Mahayana, I naturally want to destroy that person, otherwise he will become my demon and affect my next practice." The master Bai showed a sense of calmness and confided himself. The purpose of coming here is stated.

"Oh? As far as I know, even if you came out of the mountain for the first time, you still have king-level strength. You may have met the four great sects, or some powerful people such as the heads and leaders of the ancient clans. What are the characteristics of people? As the imperial power leader of the Ji Ting Dynasty, it is naturally not difficult for me to find such a fanatical. I also ask Master Bai not to be so inconsistent." Wang An smiled and continued to take that extremely respectful attitude. .

"Very young, no more than twenty, holding a sword, it should be your sword genre..." Master Bai said.

After listening to Wang An he couldn't help looking at other people.

Many of you here are powerful people, rulers of the land, or high-ranking power, but they have never heard of anyone in this world who is younger than twenty and possesses king-level power.

"Jian Xiu, headed by the Sword Sect of Mount Yaoshan and Sword Sect of Miaoshan Mountain, Sword Sect of Miaoshan Mountain has only women, no men. And Sword Sect of Mount Yaoshan has been lifeless in recent years, and I have never heard of any peerless genius who has reached King-level strength." Wang An said.

"Not only Jianzong, but other sects, other forces, have never heard of anyone who can reach the power of the king at that age... Is it possible that Master Bai also met a guest from outside the sky?" The City Lord said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I have completed the mission explained by the above. I will find him, and personally unscrew his head." Bai Shangren said coldly.

"Indeed, with Master Bai's current strength, how can ordinary king-level practitioners be able to contend." The others immediately flattered.

"The door of King An's Mansion is always open for Master Bai. If we need to share your worries for you, please let me know, Xiao Wang will do everything we can to handle Master Bai." Wang said.