Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 910: Out of phase
"Brother, here, here."
A young man wearing a white swordsman robe from the Sword Immortal Academy immediately stood up and waved when he saw Lin Beichen and the others.
The young man's name is Xu Qian, and he came to the Seven Star Jujian Building to occupy a seat in advance.
He boarded outside the Seven Star Jujian Building before dawn, and when the restaurant opened, he was the first to rush in, occupying the square table closest to the 'playing table' by himself, and ordered A plate of peanuts, a pot of tea.
Such behavior caused dissatisfaction among many people around.
But because of the Shura massacre that happened at the Sword Saint Academy last night, all the forces in Baiyun City are now afraid of the young man in the white swordsman robe and dare not provoke him, so they let Xu Qian stab him Occupying the best position, holding back his temper, he dared not speak.
I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would provoke the legendary murderer and be slaughtered directly.
There are still seats reserved in advance.
Lin Beichen walked towards the hall with a smile.
In the hall that was originally bustling and noisy, suddenly a needle drop could be heard quietly.
The warriors from all sides who talked about it all looked down at the table immediately, like a young daughter-in-law who was afraid of strangers when she went out for the first time.
Because of his beauty, he has been betrayed.
With such a handsome boy, who else is there besides Lin Beichen, the 'killer and corpse-touching madman'?
Moreover, the two young, beautiful, white-legged maids behind him also confirmed this point.
In just one night, all aspects of Baiyun City have firmly remembered Lin Beichen's image in their hearts, trying not to make such low-level mistakes as death.
"Brother."
Xu Qian saluted Lin Beichen immediately with an expression of admiration.
Actually, Lin Beichen worshiped under Ding Sanshi's gate, much later than when Xu Qian and others joined Baiyun City. It stands to reason that he should be a junior, but last night, the disciples of the Sword Immortal Academy had already turned into Young Master Lin's brain-dead fans have already discussed it. From now on, Lin Beichen will be the elder brother of Sword Immortal Academy.
Lin Beichen nodded with a smile and said, "Thanks for your hard work."
"No hard work, no hard work..."
Being able to say a word to the elder brother, Xu Qian rubbed his hands excitedly.
Then he wanted to salute Yin Shan and said, "I have seen my little uncle."
Yin Shan smiled, kind and kind, and didn't care about Xu Qian's behavior of calling senior brother first and then uncle.
Several people sat down at the square table.
"Qianqian, order."
Lin Beichen picked up a handful of peanuts and chewed them.
Xu Qian rubbed his hands together in embarrassment.
He was so poor that he spent almost all his savings, so he ordered a pot of tea and a plate of peanuts.
Soon, a table of sumptuous food and wine was served.
It
Several of them are all exotic animal meat. Not only is it delicious, but it can also nourish qi and blood and replenish profound energy. .
"Come on, Junior Brother Xu Qian, eat whatever you want."
Lin Beichen greeted him politely.
"Ah, this... thank you brother."
Xu Qian was polite for a while, and immediately threw away his cheeks and started eating.
Time flies.
There are more and more people in the restaurant.
Even in the square outside the gate, there were quite a few people gathered.
It was more lively than ever.
Even in the lobby of the restaurant, the atmosphere gradually became active.
"Here we come."
"Look, it's Master Shen Xiaoyan, he's really here."
"Hurry up, get out of the way, don't bump into the master."
The crowd outside boiled up.
Lin Beichen was also attracted by this familiar scene.
When the big stars in the previous life were walking around, the scenes of crazy fans blocking the airport, train stations, and shopping malls were exactly the same as the scene in front of me?
Star-level treatment.
The job of a swordsmith is so badass?
Do you want to train Qianqian as a swordsmith to help you make money?
She likes to swing a hammer anyway.
At this time, the crowded crowd at the gate of the restaurant separated automatically.
A burly old orangutan...
Hey, it was a burly old man who walked in with great strides.
This man looks to be about sixty years old, with dark skin, wide ears, red face, hale and hearty, full of vitality, vigorous blood like a sea, and short gray hair. The steel needles stand upright, giving people a stubborn and rigid impression.
The most eye-catching thing is his hands and arms.
The arms are as long as the knees, and the arm muscles are extremely developed. The blocks are raised like hills, thicker than the waist.
His hands, the left hand is the size of a normal person, the skin on the back of the fingers is smooth and white like jade, it looks like a jade hand that a lady has carefully cared for for twenty years, while the right hand is dark brown, the skin is rough like scales Armor, with thick joints, like a palm leaf fan, three or four times bigger than the left hand.
Arms and hands appear deformed.
At first glance, it really looks like a bald gorilla walked in.
This is Master Shen Xiaoyan?
Lin Beichen was startled.
The beautiful little uncle approached, and whispered in Lin Beichen's ear: "Master Shen is obsessed with casting swords. Swinging hammers by the furnace 10,000 times, frantically forging iron and forging swords in middle age, the body has changed over time.
Out of phase. "
Lin Beichen only felt that his temple hair was slightly itchy.
"So it's an occupational disease."
He suddenly realized.
Then don't train Qianqian to become a swordsmith.
If Qianqian loses her hair and turns her thick arms into a gorilla in the future... Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Meilin dare not look at that picture.
"Master Shen's presence makes my Seven Star Jujian Building flourish."
The big shopkeeper personally came out to greet him, very politely: "The work is ready, hurry up, please take your seat, master."
Shen Xiaoyan nodded expressionlessly: "Excuse me."
He has six followers behind him.
Four men and four women.
The four women are Shen Xiaoyan's personal sword attendants. They look about twenty-five or six years old and have an outstanding appearance. Similar, heroic, are extremely outstanding beauties.
The four men all seem to be about thirty years old, with ordinary faces, dark complexion, burly figure, and equally thick arms. The fluctuation of profound energy is about the realm of a martial arts master, which is not weak.
Shen Xiaoyan came to the seat and sat down to drink tea.
Four beautiful sword servants stood behind him.
The four disciples were divided into four sides, facing outwards, vaguely forming a protective circle.
"Xilengmen pays homage to Master Shen."
"Flying Dragon Villa pays homage to Master Shen."
"Hehe, Brother Shen, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still look good."
"Sun Buli of the 'Qianyuan Bank' of the Daqian Empire has met Master Shen. My master wants to ask Master Shen to forge a soft sword. As long as the master is willing to make it, he can ask for any conditions."
In the lobby of the restaurant, everyone stood up and saluted Shen Xiaoyan.
Respectful gesture and polite speech.
But where Shen Xiaoyan was sitting, his face was as calm as solidified black iron, without the slightest wave, as if he hadn't heard what these people said at all, and he didn't react at all, and he didn't even look at it.
It's really cold.
"The master and apprentice of the elder of Wenxiangjian Mansion 'Flying Phoenix Heavenly Man' has arrived."
There was a voice from the shop waiter outside.
Immediately afterwards, there was a heated commotion outside the restaurant, apparently another important person had arrived, and then the crowd at the gate of the restaurant separated, and three beautiful women in purple clothes walked in slowly.
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The first update.
Brother Shen Xiaoyan, I didn’t write you like this on purpose, it’s mainly because of my career...
After all, just like a programmer with hair loss, a business ape with fat, and a single dog with fast hands, the swordsmith must have black hair and thick arms.ヽ(?＿?;)ノ