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Chapter 95 As long as you have hands?

The sonic boom that sounded like thunder appeared again, and Xu Ming's eyes had already widened.

Of course, it is impossible for Ye Fei to comprehend the triple thunder knife, but his grasp of strength is already at its peak.

If his previous saber was like a sudden thunder in a summer night, it would come and go quickly.

Then the sonic boom caused by Ye Fei's sword is already like a continuous tide of thunder, overlapping one after another.

And the dazzling sword light also followed closely, and it was easy to tell which of the two was more important.

"I see that your saber technique is powerful and heavy. Obviously your master is also a good master of sabers, and I'm afraid he can't lose to me in terms of strength alone."

Hearing this, Xu Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Luo Feng, the realm of that Luo City Lord is naturally not comparable to that of the cold-blooded Yan Luo in front of him.

"It's just that you haven't learned the essence of it yet. I can see that your aura is unprecedentedly thick, and you obviously have a good way to refine it."

Speaking of which, the shopkeeper of the inn, that wretched and weak little man, walked in carefully holding two jade tokens.

This just happened to interrupt Ye Fei's words,

"Two, two Black Dragon Envoys came to the store just now, and specifically asked me to hand over these two Black Dragon Tokens to you two."

Xu Ming was puzzled when he heard this.

How could he be treated the same as Ye Fei, a small low-level cultivator.

"Are you sure he's talking about me?"

The innkeeper nodded firmly when he heard the words,
"There are only three men in this inn. Apart from me, it obviously refers to the two of you."

"Besides, the Black Dragon Envoy clearly stated that he would hand over one of the Black Dragon Tokens to the young man in the inn."

The word "young man" obviously has nothing to do with this "old man" innkeeper.

"It seems that what should come will always come."

Ye Fei looked at the two Black Dragon Tokens in the hands of the innkeeper.

He naturally knew what the Black Dragon Token represented, and with the Black Dragon Token, he would be able to participate in the Star Picking Conference in the Black Domain City.

The history of the Star Reaching Conference has been said, but it is far away. It seems that the Star Reaching Conference was established at the beginning of the establishment of the Black Domain City.

To put it bluntly, the Star Reaching Conference is like an ordinary auction, but it is different from ordinary auctions.

If you don't have enough money or equivalent items to exchange for what you fancy, you can choose to enter the prison of life and death.

There are seven floors in the prison, and the top of the seven floors is what you want.

But the danger is that one level is higher than the next level, and of course the degree of danger is basically the same as the value of the items you want.

And whenever someone chooses to enter the prison of life and death, Heiyu City will openly open the market.

This is what makes those gamblers' blood boil the most,

If you can reach the seventh floor alive, you will be able to reach the stars, but if you die in it, you will be nothing.

Therefore, the only Black Dragon Token that could enter the Star Reaching Conference was even more precious, but this time the Lord of the Black Domain City was willing to give a Black Dragon Token to Xu Ming.

The reason for this can't help but make people think hard, it seems that Zhou Xiaodie's dark blood curse has a great relationship with the lord of the Black Domain City.

Even Ye Fei didn't expect that behind this, the Lord of the Black Territory City might be embarrassing a little monk in the marrow washing state.

Or in other words, embarrassing the Overturning Sea City Lord.

It's just that the lord of Heiyu City is really sure to fight Zhou Fuhai head-on, if Zhou Xiaodie is really in danger of life.

In the face of Zhou Fuhai, a top powerhouse who was furious, even if Heiyucheng could resist head-on, there would still be a lot of casualties.

It seems that there is obviously a bigger game behind this, a bigger plan.

Heiyucheng, Fuhaicheng, and the Bloodline Chamber of Commerce were slowly pushed together by a pair of invisible hands.

Pushing through the door of the Star Reaching Conference,

Obviously, the key to breaking the game may lie in Xu Ming.

At this time, Xu Ming took the Black Dragon Token from the innkeeper, and the lifelike black dragon engraved on the token was really ingenious.

When holding the token tightly, there were bursts of dragon chant coming from my ears.

After listening to Ye Fei's explanation of the cause and effect, Xu Ming confirmed his previous thoughts.

I was indeed being calculated by others, but it was different from Ye Fei's analysis.

He actually pointed the clue at the mysterious old man, the old man who could make the black armored soldiers kneel down.

There is also that Xiao Wuye who disappeared for a long time and the revision alliance behind it.

But no matter what, the Star Reaching Conference three days later will have a resolution.

Xu Ming was looking forward to what top-notch exercises Ye Fei would teach him, but he saw the cold-blooded Yan Luotong whisper a few words to the innkeeper.

The latter quickly ran to the front and brought over the unfinished plate of charred peanuts, while Xu Ming and the innkeeper were stunned.

Ye Fei put a charred peanut on the edge of the sword with his hand, and then calmly drew the sword.

For a moment, sword flowers danced, but what was frightening was that the peanut remained motionless on the blade.

Ye Fei didn't use a single bit of cultivation during the whole process, and it was completely terrifying that the sword moved with his hand.

"You come!"

Ye Fei flicked a peanut with his fingers and flew towards Xu Ming. The latter caught Zhaomaohuahu's Xiaoxin with his hands and stood on the back of the knife.

It's just that before he could draw the knife, the peanut fell to the ground disobediently.

This is obviously not something you can do with your hands.
Seeing this, Ye Fei got up and sat down on the mat with a jug of wine, leaving behind Xu Ming who was tossed by a peanut and was sweating profusely.

"You only have three days. When you reach my step, you will be considered to have the strength to barely survive."

The cold-blooded Yan Luo was so unsurprising that he kept dying, even the innkeeper next to him had an incredulous expression on his face when he heard the words.

If he can practice street art well, it will be a masterpiece, and it is unbelievable to save his life.

Although he thought so in his heart, he also knew that this cold-blooded Yama would not lie about anything.

So he also trotted into the kitchen, struggling to carry a kitchen knife.

He conveniently put a peanut on the back of the knife, and with just a blink of an eye, he followed in Xu Ming's footsteps.

Ye Fei didn't even lift his eyelids, and Xu Ming could only keep his doubts in his heart when he saw this.

I started this extremely funny knife practice, but most of the time I was thinking about how to stand peanuts on the back of the knife.

The number of failures also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The innkeeper had already quit this penance with a lot of complaints, rubbing his arms and swaying away from the place of right and wrong.

Xu Ming was the only one left in the small backyard, still panting and groping for a way.

Since Ye Fei always talks about his strength, the key to being able to stand this peanut on the back of the knife is his strength.

After trying to understand this, Xu Ming began to think carefully about the details of Ye Fei's sword just now.

The footwork, the wrist, the breathing, the angle of the sword, the feeling of cutting through the air.

Everything slowly gathered in Xu Ming's mind, and finally completely focused on that seemingly inconspicuous peanut.

Xu Ming just stood in the middle of the yard with his eyes closed and his knife in hand, carefully perceiving everything around him with his terrifying six senses.

Consciousness is also slowly immersed in it, and the breath begins to gather little by little.

From nothing to something, from less to more.

(End of this chapter)