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Chapter 225: Wu Ming's guess

"Okay, okay, okay, I deserve to be the master of the sword Xia Yunmo."

An old man walked out of the shadow and stroked his hand and praised.

The little old man looked ordinary, except for his gorgeous clothes, there seemed to be nothing surprising. No one could find him thrown into the crowd.

But Xia Yunmo's heart jumped violently. When he was fighting, his aura was released. In the range of 500 meters, no movement could escape his perception.

But the old man suddenly walked out and suddenly broke into his perception range, as if he didn't exist at all before.

Although he had known that the old man had amazing martial arts skills for a long time, he never expected that the old man had actually reached the state of returning to nature and integrating with the world and all things.

Beef Soup walked to the old man anxiously and said anxiously: "Go and see, Brother Jiu... His situation seems not very good."

Gong Jiu was leaning against the wall by beef soup, and his breath was faint. The old man walked over and took Gong Jiu's pulse, then shook his head: "All the tendons and veins on his body were destroyed, and his internal organs were shattered, and he was unable to recover."

The spirit of beef soup was full of energy and spirit. She knew that if the little old man was eduine in heaven, he said that he was helpless, then even the Daluo Jinxian could not save him.

Immediately afterwards, Beef Soup looked at Xia Yunmo with a crazy look in her eyes. She roared: "Why are you so vicious? You vicious guy."

Xia Yunmo shook his head and said, "His sword technique is full of murderous intent. I want to kill me, but I have no reason to let him go."

The beef soup seemed to have lost its mind and pounced towards Xia Yunmo.

But before Xia Yunmo could do it, the old man said lightly: "Stop."

The originally crazy beef soup stopped immediately, and the eyes had returned to the clarity.

The little old man said again: "The struggle of life and death is better than life. The loser should not have any complaints."

The beef soup replied: "Yes."

The little old man said again: "It's already afternoon now. What should you do if you were to do at this time?"

Beef soup said: "You should go for a nap."

The old man's voice softened again and he said, "You have just rushed back from the boat. You should be very tired now and should go to rest."

The beef soup smiled sweetly and left like that.

Xia Yunmo felt a little creepy. The old man's technique of controlling the underworld was far beyond his imagination.

The little old man looked at Xia Yunmo and smiled and said, "The guest came from afar. The little old man has already had a small amount of wine and food. He is waiting for the big trip. I hope the guests will not refuse."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Since the old man has invited me, I'm respectful and obedient."

At the invitation of the little old man, the two of them had arrived in the room.

In the room, the wine and food have been arranged.

The two sat down opposite each other, and in front of them was a crystal wine tank.

The little old man smiled and said, "Grape wine luminous cup, this is the wine I brought from Persia. Guests please drink some and taste it."

Xia Yunmo tasted it, and it was indeed different from the taste of Central Plains wine, with a unique flavor.

The old man took out a flat square jar, which contained a dark sauce, and smiled and said, "This is the egg of the butterfly shark. To the north of Kunlun, many people call it "Cavia," which means the sauce made of fish roe, which is used to serve wine with excellent flavor.

Xia Yunmo tasted it and it was full of fishy smell. In this fishy smell, there was an indescribable flavor, which was extremely delicious.

Immediately afterwards, the old man quoted the classics to Xia Yunmo and told the dishes on the table.

Each of these dishes has an extraordinary origin, and each one is precious and rare.

This little old man not only pays great attention to food but also is an elegant man who is well-read in poetry and books.

Xia Yunmo also put some effort into the word "eating and drinking", but in front of the old man, he could only listen obediently.

After all the wine and dishes were told, the old man slapped his head and smiled: "The old man is just talking about the word "food and drink", and he still has no time to introduce himself."

The little old man smiled and said: My surname is Wu, my name is Wu Ming, and my name is Wu Ming. Kotian Wukou Yueming.

He laughed and said, "Actually, I only taste big and delicious at most. The brightness of the sun and the moon is not even at all."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Xia Yunmo, dark clouds splash ink. When it comes to you, it is just ink and graffiti."

Wu Ming smiled again: "The old man has some strange speculations about the guests, which is really ridiculous. It is hard to tell others. I don't know if the guests are interested, listen."

Xia Yunmo said: "Oh, I don't know what the old man has to guess?"

A divine light suddenly bloomed in Wu Ming's eyes, and he said, "The sword master Xia Yunmo, comes without a trace."

"Since last year, it appeared before the people were revealed. It was originally in the shop of the boss Zhu Ting, the boss of the Miaoshou, and then became famous through the case of the Great Jinpeng Dynasty."

"The swordsmanship is extremely high, no less than any famous martial arts master in the contemporary era. He disappeared for four months when his reputation was at its peak. During these four months, no one has found any clues about his trace."

These are just information already available in the world, and only people with ears in the world have heard of it.

Xia Yunmo's face remained unchanged and asked, "What is the old man's guess about it?"

Wu Ming continued: "I'm also very curious about you, so I mobilized all my strength to find clues about you."

"Maybe you don't know the power in my hands, but I tell you, as long as I want to.

"In just three days, no matter whether a person dies or lives, or is at the end of the world, or a prince or a nobleman, or a peddler. From his ancestors for the eighteen generations to his wife and children, I can investigate clearly."

"But I can't find your information at all, as if you exist in this world."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Don't the old man have an invisible human organization? Invisible human organization does not exist in the eyes of outsiders. I just happened to be hiding deep."

Wu Ming shook his head and said, "The bubbles sink into the sea, and the glass of wine pours into it will be invisible, because others can no longer see him, and it is very difficult to find him."

"But, as long as everything in the world exists, it will leave traces. But you don't have any traces at all, and it's more thorough than the invisible human beings."

Wu Ming has a round face, a half-bad head, and a very kind smile on his face. No matter who he is, he looks like a rich man.

But suddenly the earthy rich man's eyes became extremely deep, his whole person was as magnificent as a mountain, and a grand master's aura emanated from the abyss of the lord.

What a person like this says is the golden rule. No matter what he says, it is what he says.

Even if it is not true, it is true and no one can refute it.

Wu Ming said: "So, I was thinking, you will never be a person in this world. Every flower, grass and world, you may have jumped from another leaf to this leaf."
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