Lin Fei once told Ding Xiaoyi that the wine shop under Yuxuan Peak was also opened by a Yuxuan Peak disciple with limited talent.

This disciple has grown from a bright and handsome young man to a rickety old man.

Ding Xiaoyi walked straight into this simple wine shop, and the rickety old man looked at Ding Xiaoyi for a while with his cloudy eyes.

"Senior, which sword peak is Kunwu Peak?" Ding Xiaoyi asked the rickety figure very politely,

The rickety old man did not answer Ding Xiaoyi immediately.

There was an expression of resentment on his face, and his eyes shot towards Ding Xiaoyi like a sharp sword.

"Are you the big devil who came to my sword pavilion and started killing people?"

The eyes of the rickety old man were filled with endless hatred, and he raised a ball in his hand.

The long sword rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi was slightly startled, but he didn't understand what the old man in the wine shop was talking about.

But when he saw the rickety figure rushing towards him with an aura of no hesitation, he knew that he had been misunderstood by the rickety old man.

"Shua...",

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly wondering, the sword of the rickety old man had arrived.

The rickety old man was once a disciple of Jiange,

Although his talent is limited, he has practiced swordsmanship for decades, and the power of this sword cannot be underestimated.

That sword stirred up a dazzling sword light and stabbed directly at Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi did not expect that this rickety figure would stab him with his sword without hesitation.

He raised his long sword, and the long sword in the hand of the rickety old man was picked out by the long sword in his hand.

A sound of "sigh",

The long sword in the hand of the rickety old man was buried in the towering trees outside the wine shop.

The rickety old man's face turned pale, and he did not conceal his lifeless look.

"Senior, I don't mean any harm, why are you drawing your sword against me?" Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but angrily yelled at the rickety figure.

"Bah, you big devil, kill the elders of my sword pavilion and depose my elite disciples of the sword pavilion. I am so incompetent that I cannot kill you devil."

The rickety figure pouted at Ding Xiaoyi, and then said angrily.

"Kill the elders of Sword Pavilion, but those elders are clearly coming to kill me. Why don't I just wait and let them stab me with their swords?"

Ding Xiaoyi immediately became angry when he heard this, and he retorted to the rickety figure.

"Devil, you killed my sword pavilion elder and deposed my sword pavilion disciples. Do you still deny it? Everyone in my sword pavilion will kill you."

The rickety figure cursed angrily in a high-spirited mood.

After saying that, the rickety figure rushed directly towards Ding Xiaoyi.

That was just an ordinary swordsman who had not yet reached the realm of a master. Ding Xiaoyi's face darkened.

However, he did not expect that he would be misunderstood by this rickety old man, and the misunderstanding was still very deep.
Chapter completed!