Rebirth of the Strongest Grandmaster

"Chong"

Yan Qianxi stretched out her slender jade fingers, and pulled out the ghost pupil sword that had no handle pierced into the wall.Under the light, the smooth blade reflected a cold light, which made her almost unable to open her eyes.

There is also a brand mark on the blade, which is a pair of terrifying ghost pupils, with burning flames burning in the pupils.The brand mark was reflected on the wall, and a pair of gloomy ghost pupils appeared on it immediately.

"Ghost pupils are too ugly, definitely not as good as that cherry blossom dream." Yan Qianxi tilted her head slightly, seeing this scene, the aesthetics in her heart began to influence her judgment again.

Chen Wenbo restrained Zhao Dongfang, a little speechless.Mr. Long and I are fighting wits and courage, and every string is tense. Can you still have the leisure to talk about aesthetics?

"Let's go, Immortal Yan, Mr. Long don't see him off!" Chen Wenbo was like dragging a dead dog, unwilling to let go of Zhao Dongfang, and slowly retreated to the door, his vigilant gaze never leaving Mr. Long.

"Let go of Zhao Dongfang, and you leave on your own." Mr. Long didn't move, but his tone was quite dissatisfied.

"Mr. Long is a master. If I let go of the hostages, I'm afraid I won't survive for 2 minutes. I just hope you don't chase after him. I'll let him go after a hundred paces, and you can get him yourself." Chen Wenbo would never believe Mr. Long. Commitment, no confidence in his credibility at all.

"The wind is tight, scream!" Seeing that Mr. Long didn't speak, Chen Wenbo put Zhao Dongfang on his back and ran away with Yan Qianxi.

The cherry blossoms on the street have been blown away by the night wind, and the fragrance has long since dissipated.The streets in the middle of the night are extremely quiet, and occasionally vehicles pass by, and they come and go in a hurry.The street lights on both sides were still bright, stretching the figures of the two people very long.

"Immortal Yan, do you think we run away like two bereaved dogs?" Chen Wenbo laughed out loud, his voice full of free-spirited and joking.

While running, the cold night wind blowing into his mouth, ears and nose felt uncomfortable.Chen Wenbo had to raise his voice so that Yan Qianxi could hear his voice.

"You're a dog, don't pull me." Yan Qianxi carried the ghost pupil sword on his back, as if he would chop Chen Wenbo to death with the sword if there was any disagreement.

Her voice is still clean and clear, like a clear spring flowing over a pebble if the wind blows the snow.It looks even more ethereal in the cold wind, as if the sound of a fairy is occasionally transmitted to the mortal world.

"Immortal Yan, give me an idea. You must not be able to leave now, where will you stay tonight?" Chen Wenbo turned his head, but he did not see Mr. Long, and threw the unconscious Zhao Dongfang to the ground.

"I definitely won't go back. I'm upset when I see a woman with big breasts." Yan Qianxi walked towards a hotel without stopping.

"Huh?" Chen Wenbo regained his energy, and while following closely, he was thinking about the classic scenes of martial arts.

A man and a woman live in the hotel, and the second child will always know the practice, and I am sorry to tell the two that there is only one room left in the small shop.At this time, our upright, great and kind-hearted hero will justly let the girl live in a room alone, claiming that he will never take advantage of others.

And the understanding, gentle and virtuous female protagonist will feel sorry for the male protagonist at this time, thinking that he is an honest gentleman and should not let him have nowhere to sleep.So he hesitated for a while, and decided to invite the handsome and handsome male protagonist to share a room.

The hero also hesitated for a while, and finally agreed, but claimed that he could just lay the floor.Then that night, what should have happened happened, and what should not have happened also happened.

"What are you thinking about? How could Nuoda Hotel have only one vacant room?" Entering the hotel gate, Yan Qianxi frowned slightly, as if seeing through Chen Wenbo's thoughts.

"Ahem." Chen Wenbo was a little embarrassed, and pretended to cough twice to cover it up.

"Open two rooms." Chen Wenbo walked to the service desk, gave the waiter a wink, and rubbed his index finger and thumb with his thumb, obviously meaning something.

This is what Chen Wenbo imagined. The hero of the martial arts story took out a large ingot that can open ten rooms.He shouted loudly to open two rooms, but secretly raised a finger to the waiter.

The waiter in the shop was used to seeing all kinds of visitors, so he immediately understood what this master meant with his sharp eyes.So the empty inn became the so-called only one left.In the end, the man and woman finally got married, and the waiter in the shop also made some extra money, and everyone was happy.

"Sir, unfortunately, we only have one room left." The waiter understood instantly, and explained to the two apologetically with a look of helplessness.

Yan Qianxi sneered, she was not one of those ignorant heroines who could tell something was wrong at a glance.She nodded and said casually, "One room is enough."

Chen Wenbo was stunned for a moment, he only wanted to make a joke with Yan Qianxi, but he didn't expect her to say enough.

"I sleep in the room, and he sleeps on the street." As soon as Yan Qianxi finished speaking, Chen Wenbo resolutely quit, and gave the waiter another wink.

"Oh, haha, look at my memory, there is still a vacant room." The waiter suddenly realized that, although the performance was a little exaggerated, at least it gave Chen Wenbo a step down.

Just like that, Chen Wenbo took the ghost pupil sword from Yan Qianxi's hand, and watched her enter the next door.

A night without words, a peaceful sleep without dreams.

On the second day, Chen Wenbo still got up very early, found the familiar "Jinmei" disposable toothpaste, and started to wash.

After washing up, Chen Wenbo was not in a hurry to find Yan Qianxi.Chen Wenbo didn't want to be left behind during the unshakable early morning martial arts practice.

After Yijinjing and Xingyiquan, Chen Wenbo looked at the ghost pupil sword by the bed, feeling a little itchy.This samurai sword is not only sharp and practical, but also has a mysterious and domineering appearance, which looks like a real treasure.

Chen Wenbo held the handle of Guitong knife and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.The blade is like a mirror, clearly reflecting Chen Wenbo's scimitar eyebrows and eyes full of determination.

It was the first time for Chen Wenbo to use such a sharp weapon, and he immediately wondered if it was really as sharp as the famous sword in China.

So he turned the back of the knife down, and the blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, faced the sky.Ignoring the slight pain from the scalp, he pulled out a few black hairs and placed them gently on the blade.

"call--"

Chen Wenbo blew lightly, and his hair fell obliquely downwards.And at the moment when the blade was lightly touched, several strands of hair were separated into two sections, spinning from both sides of the blade, fluttering to the ground.

Blow hair decisively.

"Swish"

The ghost pupil sword fluttered in Chen Wenbo's hands, bringing up streaks of snow.A poor fly lost its way, and was immediately streaked by the dense knife light, and it had already broken into several pieces when it landed.

"Good knife." Chen Wenbo stopped to test the knife and let out a sigh of admiration.The design of the samurai sword tends to chop, followed by piercing, which is quite different from the way Chinese warriors use knives.Fortunately, this knife is too sharp, which makes up for this defect to the greatest extent.

With the knife behind his back, Chen Wenbo went to the next room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.When I went to the service desk and asked, I found out that Yan Qianxi had left without saying goodbye, and did not leave any note or message.

"What a strange woman." Chen Wenbo sighed softly, and left the hotel with Ghost Tong on his back.

Subconsciously glanced at the place where Zhao Dongfang was thrown last night, naturally there was no one there.Thinking of the alliance between the Zhao family and Mr. Long, Chen Wenbo felt a little heavy in his heart.

With such big handwriting on both sides, the picture must be extremely terrifying.And as the common enemy of both sides, I am afraid that I will soon have to bear the crush of the behemoth.

"Soldiers come to block, water comes to flood the earth." It's useless to think too much, Chen Wenbo smiled freely and began to return to the community.

Along the way, he carried the ghost pupil sword, which attracted a lot of attention.But they also thought it was a cospy played by new and new humans, or stage props, and praised it for its beauty.

"The knife on the young man's back is very handsome, where did you buy it?" Even a patrolman, seeing this scene, did not arrest Chen Wenbo as a thug who endangered the society, but asked with a smile how much it cost and where he bought it.

This is the story of a famous Japanese sword hidden in the world in China.

"The theater troupe bought it for only a hundred yuan." Chen Wenbo replied casually, if the treasured sword had a spirit, he would definitely jump out and slash the blasphemer twice.

When Chen Wenbo returned to his residence, he only saw Liu Mengyue and Lin Jia, and the red rose had disappeared.

"She left last night. I heard that she went to worry about the KTV in Stormwind City. By the way, there is a place to live there, so she decided to sleep there and not come back." Lin Jia stretched out comfortably on the sofa , no one competed with her for the sofa, which made her very satisfied.

"So active?" Chen Wenbo was a little surprised, thinking that Red Rose would be passive and sabotage.But after thinking about it again, why didn't Red Rose want to stay away from herself and develop her own underground kingdom as soon as possible?

So after breakfast, Chen Wenbo skipped class once again.With a little excitement and anticipation, I looked at my first property.

As long as the industry is in good order, when Zhong Hongyang starts his entrepreneurial venture, which is bound to be successful but has many twists and turns, Chen Wenbo will be able to make a full amount of investment and shareholding.

When Chen Wenbo arrived at the entrance of KTV, he saw the brand-new signboard at a glance, shining brightly under the warm winter sun and complementing each other.

Stormwind City KTV, with majestic yet agile fonts.And its background is indeed an ancient city in the mythical style of the Western Middle World.On the top of the city, druid totems and elves of Silvermoon City can be seen faintly.

Beside him was Arthas holding Frostmourne.On the face of vicissitudes, there are a few strands of gray hair, and the gloomy and familiar face is still kind.

Countless staff notes are arranged around it, as if playing a grand epic song, telling the glorious past of Stormwind City.

And at the door, a familiar thin figure hesitated in front of the door, hesitating whether to go in or not.In the end, he failed to come up with a result, so he took out his phone and wanted to ask another person.

"Li Wuxing, what are you still standing here for? Get out of here quickly, and see what can be done." Chen Wenbo's familiar laughter and cursing suddenly came, which made Li Wuxing tremble with fright, and hurriedly turned around.

"Let's go, take a look at our Stormwind City." Chen Wenbo smiled casually, patted Li Wuxing on the shoulder, and took the lead.

Li Wuxing opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.It's just that Chen Wenbo's figure looks so tall, and he has such a property in his freshman year without knowing it.

"The second child is the God of Wealth, hold your thighs well!" Li Wuxing regained his energy and hurriedly followed.