God of Doomsday Great Swordsman

Chapter 11 Yan Thirteen

Underground city

Ballroom

Numerous tables and chairs were scattered around, and there was no one around Zhao Xiaoliu

"You said."

Yan Beichen looked at Zhao Xiaoliu

Of course it would be best to be able to negotiate terms, although it would seem that he would lose face, but there is no certainty about what will happen afterwards.

It can be said that Zhao Xiaoliu's accident was too sudden

Yan Beichen believes

Give him time, he will definitely be able to find a solution and get back on the field.

"Two conditions. First, find a way to make Xiaoxue recover. Second, in the future... take good care of her."

Zhao Xiaoliu looked at Yan Beichen

In fact, he was very confused
On the one hand, he wants to be crazy

On the one hand, he wants to reconcile

It's like two voices are arguing

A voice told him to ignore it and make himself comfortable first.

But another voice was persuading Zhao Xiaoliu to think more about Shu Yingxue.

Shu Yingxue was already like this, her heart was replaced by a heart eater, and her vitality was seriously lost.

If he really didn't care, what would Shu Yingxue do?
"Okay! I'll do my best!"

Yan Beichen didn't even think about it, he answered without hesitation

In fact, no matter what the conditions are, he will agree

As for whether it can be fulfilled in the end, it can only be hehe

The essence of warriors lies in vitality
Not to mention that treasures that increase vitality are hard to find, even if he finds them, Yan Beichen still needs them

The stronger the vitality, the stronger the fighting power

Yan Beichen himself didn't think it was enough, so how could he give it to Shu Yingxue to recover?
Therefore, Yan Beichen would not take Zhao Xiaoliu's conditions seriously at all.
When Zhao Xiaoliu heard that Yan Beichen agreed, he turned his head and glanced at Shu Yingxue who hadn't woken up yet.

There was a moment of silence
Yoshihisa
The habit of keeping things quiet still overcomes the unformed sharpness
"I hope you do."

Zhao Xiaoliu looked deeply at Yan Beichen, then at Shu Yingxue, and finally chose to turn around and leave.
he has no choice
Because, in fact, he couldn't beat Yan Beichen at all!
Seeing Zhao Xiaoliu walking out the door, Yan Beichen heaved a sigh of relief
Zhou Tai also came to Yan Beichen at this time and patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry, it's over."

Zhou Tai spoke

Whether it is this world or the former world, Huaxia has a deep-rooted thing
That's face!
Yan Beichen, as a well-known strongman in North China, of course he also cares about face.

of course
This face is not about reputation, but strength

This time, being planted by an unknown person is the most embarrassing thing for Yan Beichen

Of course Zhou Tai understood, that's why he said that

He is the lord of the city, it is very easy to suppress a little news
This is an extra candy, plus the kindness of saving lives before, even if he didn't say it clearly, Zhou Tai knew that Yan Beichen would not stand on his own so soon

suddenly
Yan Beichen looked at Zhou Tai: "I can give up building the city!"

Zhou Tai was surprised: "Conditions!"

Yan Beichen: "Spread this matter!"

Zhou Tai frowned: "What good will it do you?"

Yan Beichen smiled wickedly, and cast a glance at the direction Zhao Xiaoliu left

"Don't you think his abilities are interesting? I think many people will be interested."

……

walk out the gate
Zhao Xiaoliu turned his head and took a deep look

Take a deep breath

"Whoo~"

After sorting out his mood, Zhao Xiaoliu raised his legs again and prepared to leave
He doesn't believe Yan Beichen

He wants to find a way to restore Shu Yingxue's vitality and heart by himself

next time

he will come again

However, he will definitely take Shu Yingxue away at that time
Because, that is still Shu Yingxue's own choice!

"Little friend."

at this time
An abrupt voice came from behind Zhao Xiaoliu

Zhao Xiaoliu looks back

A man, in the image of a prodigal son, about middle age, in ancient costume, with a long sword in his arms, with short hair

"you are?"

Zhao Xiaoliu is puzzled

he doesn't know each other

"Haha, let's talk while we walk."

Yan Beichen seemed very casual, walked straight ahead and began to lead the way

"My name is Yan Shisan."

Seeing Zhao Xiaoliu following, Yan Shisan smiled casually.

"My name is Zhao Ri...Xiao Liu."

Zhao Xiaoliu originally wanted to use Zhao Ritian, but for some reason he suddenly changed his mind.

Yan Shisan turned around, saw Zhao Xiaoliu's embarrassed expression, and smiled helplessly

"Okay, I just don't understand when I came to you, can you use a sword?"

Yan Shisan sounded suspicious

He really doesn't understand

"With a sword? Yes!"

Zhao Xiaoliu couldn't understand Yan Shisan's question even more.

Can you still use a sword?
"Are you sure? But why do I think you don't know how to use a sword?"

Yan Shisan has a weird face

Zhao Xiaoliu did have the aura of sword intent, but his behavior did not conform to the behavior of a swordsman at all.

"what?"

Zhao Xiaoliu blinked with a cute expression on his face

Yan Shisan took a breath
"The sword has its heart, and the sword's intention is its true self. Any swordsman who can understand the sword's intention will never choose to back down like you did today."

Yan Shisan opened her mouth

He saw everything from beginning to end
In many places of Zhao Xiaoliu, in Yan Shisan's view, they are completely insulting the swordsman

But fortunately, Yan Shisan himself is quite different, his sword is extreme, but he is very ordinary

"I'm not holding back, I'm just..."

Zhao Xiaoliu wanted to defend himself, but he really didn't know how to defend himself.

"If you don't draw your sword, you just flinch!"

"A swordsman must follow his heart in every action he takes."

"The sword is straight! Because it would rather be bent than bent!"

"No matter what the problem is, there is nothing that cannot be solved with one sword!"

"You choose to reconcile and negotiate terms. Have you ever asked about the sword in your hand? Or, do you hold it just for viewing?"

Yan Shisan stopped, and his tone became more serious as he spoke.

Zhao Xiaoliu listened to Yan Shisan's words blankly, a little confused, but he felt as if he had caught something.

Yan Shisan ignored Zhao Xiaoliu's expression, raised his head, and looked at the dark sky above.

"Every time you dodge, your sword will be dusted. When you dodge too many times, your sword will never be sharp."

Finished
Look back
Look into Zhao Xiaoliu’s eyes
"The sword is straight!"

"The sword is sharp!"

"Swords are for killing people!"

In an instant
Zhao Xiaoliu saw blood in Yan Shisan's eyes

kill!

kill kill!

kill kill kill!

The overwhelming killing intent came, like hell descending!

Zhao Xiaoliu suddenly felt short of breath. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

The sword is straight!

Swords are sharp!
The sword kills!

Countless echoes surrounded Zhao Xiaoliu, countless blood red drowned Zhao Xiaoliu
one second?

one century?
do not know!
Zhao Xiaoliu didn't even know when he woke up.

Sweat has already soaked the whole body
Zhao Xiaoliu squatted on the ground, holding the hilt of his sword on the ground with both hands.

Yan Shisan himself was nowhere to be seen, and Zhao Xiaoliu blinked in confusion.

"Dream?"

Zhao Xiaoliu shook his head

This is not a dream!

Because, the flying immortal in the sky is a little clearer in his mind...

(End of this chapter)