When he heard that Lu Xiaofeng actually asked him if he wanted to kill him to silence him, Zhao Mingyuan immediately put away his sword and expressed that he had no hostility.
Then he asked: "Why do you think I want to kill you? We have no grudges."
Lu Xiaofeng glanced at the corpse on the ground, as if to say, "They have no grudges against you."
Zhao Mingyuan said: "They either lied to me, or they wanted to kill me, and there was a way to kill me. And you, Lu Xiaofeng, are my friends, why should I kill you?"
There was hesitation in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.
Zhao Mingyuan seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and said: "Why do you still think that I am the son of some Jade Rakshasa? I have already said that I am here just to meet the Jade Rakshasa."
But at this time, Lu Xiaofeng's mind was filled with scenes of bloody drama.
In order to prevent his son from becoming a playboy, the powerful father raised his son outside since he was a child and hired famous teachers to carefully train and teach him.
It was not until his son became a man that he was allowed to come back and take over the family business.
But the son hated his father and wanted revenge because he had not felt any family affection since he was a child.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng didn't say anything, otherwise Zhao Mingyuan wouldn't know how angry he would be.
Why would you want to recognize someone else as your father?
Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is another reason why I think you are the son of Jade Rakshasa."
Zhao Mingyuan asked: "What's the reason? It made you have such a strange idea."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Just because I recognized it, this Rakshasa card is also fake."
Of course he was talking about the piece on Hanmei's body. Even in death, Hanmei was still holding it tightly in his hand.
Lu Xiaofeng continued: "This Rakshasa card was made by 'Miaoshou Boss' Zhu Ting.
Boss Zhu is my friend, and I know his habits very well.
Every time he made a fake, he liked to leave a loophole in it to distinguish it from the real thing.
He never makes perfect fakes. "
"So you see, this is a fake too."
Lu Xiaofeng took out the jade card from Hanmei's hand and pointed it out to Zhao Mingyuan, "On the reverse side of this Rakshasa card, there is a goddess of scattered flowers among the gods and demons, and the face of this goddess of scattered flowers is the boss's wife."
Zhao Mingyuan said calmly: "I know."
Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise: "You know?"
Zhao Mingyuan said: "Of course I know that my golden sword was originally made by Boss Zhu."
Lu Xiaofeng had long heard that Zhao Mingyuan's golden sword was made by him at a high cost and by skilled craftsmen. Unexpectedly, he asked Zhu Ting to make it.
Zhao Mingyuan said: "Besides, since the Jade Rakshasa is not dead, it is not surprising that this Rakshasa card is fake."
This makes sense, and Lu Xiaofeng feels it makes sense.
However, since Zhao Mingyuan knew that the Jade Rakshasa was not dead, why did he come to snatch the Rakshasa card?
Is it really just to meet the Jade Rakshasa for a while?
In his eyes, Zhao Mingyuan didn't have such a temper.
However, if he really wants to be the leader of the Western Demon Cult. Then, the only way is to kill the Jade Rakshasa.
In that case, if the Rakshasa card in his hand is not real, it will become real?
But, how did Zhao Mingyuan know that Jade Rakshasa was not dead?
You know, they don't even know about the "Three Friends of Suihan" from the Western Demon Cult.
Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a long time and finally did not ask.
Just because he knew that this must be Zhao Mingyuan's biggest secret, even if he asked, he might not get the answer.
Besides, this is not the way to be friends. How can friends make things difficult for each other?
This private room is not big, but six corpses have fallen in a short period of time. The smell of blood is pungent, so it's not suitable to stay there for a long time.
The two of them left Silver Hook Casino, walked through the long alley, and came to the street.
Now, there is light in the east, and it seems that the sun is about to rise.
Zhao Mingyuan said: "You didn't seem to be worried about me killing anyone just now. It seems that you have the confidence to clamp my sword with one finger."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "Are all of you sword practitioners curious about this question? It's not because I am confident that I can clamp your sword, but because I have friends."
At this time, a figure walked out of the alley next to him. His snow-white clothes were spotless, and his face was as white as the clothes.
The person who came was none other than Ximen Chuixue.
The only difference is that he doesn't have a sword on his body.
It is said that Ximen Chuixue has sealed his sword since his battle with Ye Gucheng at the top of the Forbidden City.
Unexpectedly, he no longer wore a sword.
Zhao Mingyuan naturally knew that not wearing a sword did not mean that Ximen Chuixue became weaker.
On the contrary, this shows that Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship has gone a step further and has reached the swordless realm.
In order to deal with the "Flying Jade Tiger" and the "Three Friends of Suihan", Lu Xiaofeng invited Ximen Chuixue.
Today, Ximen Chuixue is already a sword god.
Ximen Chuixue's eyes were sharp.
He thought that since the battle with Ye Gucheng, there was no one in the world worthy of his sword.
But now that she saw Zhao Mingyuan, Ximen Chuixue also felt the desire to fight.
Three years ago, although Ximen Chuixue had met Zhao Mingyuan and knew that he was an expert in swordsmanship, he didn't pay much attention to him.
Because he knows that Zhao Mingyuan is not a pure swordsman, but his weapon happens to be a sword, which is no different from practicing swordsmanship, boxing, and palm training.
Today's Zhao Mingyuan is naturally not a pure swordsman, but his strength has already made Ximen Chuixue happy.
After all, Zhao Mingyuan also uses a sword, doesn't he?
Since Ye Gucheng's death, he has given up hope on pure swordsmen.
Now it would be nice to meet a master who practices swordsmanship.
Seeing Zhao Mengyuan's swordsmanship against the "Three Friends of Suihan", he knew that Zhao Mingyuan was more skilled than the rumors in the world, and even Ximen Chuixue was not sure of victory.
However, he became even more excited.
He didn't expect that Zhao Mingyuan would improve so quickly after not seeing him for more than three years. It was really beyond his expectation.
However, Zhao Mingyuan looks like he is only in his twenties, almost the same as he was three years ago. It is not surprising that he is in the stage of rapid growth in strength.
Ximen Chuixue said: "Your Returning Wind Dancing Willow Sword is pretty good."
Ximen Chuixue said it was good, so of course it was really good.
Seeing Ximen Chuixue staring at Zhao Mingyuan with burning eyes, how could Lu Xiaofeng and Zhao Mingyuan not know what he was thinking.
Lu Xiaofeng quickly changed the subject and said to Zhao Mingyuan: "So you are the descendant of Bashan Daoist Gu, but I just made a random guess."
Before Zhao Mingyuan could speak, Ximen Chuixue said directly: "Let's have a sword show!"
His voice was as cold and sharp as a sword.
Zhao Mingyuan didn't want to fight Ximen Chuixue here and now, so he said: "You didn't bring a sword, and I didn't bring my own sword with me. It seems that the time is not right. Let's fight another day if we have the chance."
Ximen Chuixue's eyes dimmed. Indeed, if we cannot compete at our best, it will not be beautiful after all.
Moreover, Zhao Mingyuan was already worthy of his sword.
Ximen Chuixue said, "Then let's make an appointment. When?"
Zhao Mingyuan said: "How do you think I compare with what I was three years ago?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "The progress is very fast, it is simply incomparable."
Zhao Mingyuan said: "That's right. I am now in a period of rapid growth in strength. If some time passes, I may become stronger."
Ximen Chuixue's eyes lit up again. Yes, it seemed that Zhao Mingyuan's strength was indeed growing rapidly. It would be even better if he could fight against the stronger Zhao Mingyuan.
Ximen Chuixue said: "How long will it take? Will it take another three years?"
Zhao Mingyuan frowned and said: "Actually, I don't know how long it will take, but it will be three years at most, not longer."
Ximen Chuixue said: "Okay! Let's fight again in three years."
Zhao Mingyuan agreed immediately.
If he still can't beat Ximen Chuixue after three years, then all his hard work will be in vain.
(End of chapter)
