History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 531

[531. Chapter 525 Tomorrow is a good day (Happy New Year’s Day!)]

The vigorous competition for the two strongest battles during the day did not exhaust the energy of the customers of Wanjie Tower.

In the evening, the performance at Wanjie Tower was still crowded with people, jostling one after another, singing and dancing.

In the central square of Wanjie Mall, there is a stage ten feet long and ten feet wide, with performances provided by various worlds on it.

There was a dense crowd sitting around the stage, all of them paying full attention to the performance on the stage and looking intoxicated.

At this time, in an ordinary guest room in Wanjie Building.

Lu Xiaofeng kept rubbing his neatly combed beard. His eyes looked at the two people in the room, and then looked sideways outside the room. He wanted to leave but not leave, wanted to stay but wanted to leave, with a tangled expression on his face. .

“Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, you two really don’t want to go to the performance outside. There is Chang’e, Chang’e in the middle of the moon. Don’t you have any interest?”

Lu Xiaofeng showed a sad and angry look on her face, pointing at Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng. The two people in Gucheng said loudly.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are just solid rocks and rotten wood without any interest.

“I have said this thirty-two times.”

Ximen Chuixue was dressed in white, which was better than snow. His face was stern and his voice was calm.

His eyes did not look at Lu Xiaofeng, who was wandering back and forth in front of him, but kept looking at a sword in his hand, a pitch-black sword, pitch-black, long and narrow, and ancient.

His mind seemed to be immersed in this dark sword, with no other external objects.

“Chang’e, you haven’t seen it before, and you have seen more than one.”

Ye Gucheng was dressed in black and had white hair, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he gently touched the sword in his hand, as if this sword was his true love. .

He is like a white cloud in the sky, swimming leisurely among the mountains and hills, flawless and unencumbered.

“Tomorrow’s game is very important, but we also need to take a break and relax.”

A smile appeared on Lu Xiaofeng’s face, and she finally stated her purpose.

Ever since the Battle of the Strongest was announced in Wanjie Tower, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had been sitting in this guest room for the whole day. They didn’t even go to watch the two Battle of the Strongest matches outside.

“I have inquired clearly before that those gods and powerful figures were also involved in the first two games. I am afraid there will be many gods and monsters in tomorrow’s game.”

Lu Xiaofeng had a look of helplessness in his eyes. He was looking forward to tomorrow’s game.

There is no certainty at all in the competition, and it can even be said that failure is doomed.

“Whether it’s a god or a demon, tomorrow’s realm will be the same.”

Ximen Chuixue finally shifted his gaze from the dark sword in his arms to his good friend, Lu Xiaofeng. He knew that Lu Xiaofeng was comforting him and Ye Gucheng said calmly.

“We haven’t competed for a long time. I wonder if we can meet tomorrow?”

Ye Gucheng’s face was still as cold as snow, but Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng both saw excitement and excitement in his bright eyes. The heat came out…

“You guys…”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, and the guest room fell into silence again.

The pure white moonlight shines through the open window, casting a thin layer of silver frost. One person leans against the door and window, leaning on the railing to look at the moon. The two sit cross-legged, one black and one white, complementing each other. There is no ripple in the ancient well.

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The Wudang Faction’s residence.

“Master, it’s time for dinner.”

Song Yuanqiao was wearing Taoist attire, with a calm and calm expression on his face, just like before. He looked in his thirties, but there was a hint of gray on the temples, and his body was slightly fatter. He walked into a room In the quiet room, he said cautiously.

“Yuanqiao, you’re here.”

In the room, there was a man about thirty years old, with black hair shawl, shiny black, fair complexion, bright eyes looking at Song Yuanqiao who walked in, with a gentle smile on his face.

This person is none other than the leader of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng.

“Master, the junior brothers have all taken their disciples outside to watch the performance. Do you want to go outside and have a look?”

Song Yuanqiao gently put down the lunch box on his body, carefully took out the food inside, and placed it in front of Zhang Sanfeng. .

Although Zhang Sanfeng has reached the state of fasting, he still eats normally every day.

“Today’s meal was very good.”

Zhang Sanfeng said with a faint smile on his face.

There are two more dishes than usual.

“I guess Master won’t eat it tomorrow.”

Song Yuanqiao sighed. Tomorrow morning will be the third level strongest battle. Zhang Sanfeng will probably enter a state of resting with his eyes closed, waiting for the final arrival of the competition.

“Master, I’m leaving first.”

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was slowly chewing his food, with a hesitant expression on his face. Finally, he slowly left the room without saying anything.

He wanted to tell his master that those who competed were scoundrels, each one more shameless than the other.

Although the contract beasts are not explicitly stated, everyone is basically one.

There are five contracted beasts, and there are even some who carry hundreds of contracted beasts. Is this still a competition?

This has turned into a siege!

Zhang Sanfeng seemed not to notice the expression on Song Yuanqiao’s face. After finishing his meal quietly, he put the dishes in the lunch box, took them outside the door, and then sat down quietly.

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China Building.

“It’s a game, it’s a game, tomorrow is the game…”

Naruto was walking back and forth. At this moment, he was restless, scratching his ears and head anxiously, and there was even cold sweat on his forehead, and there was a look in his eyes. But he was excited, and he seemed to be an emotional contradiction.

On his body, one can see joy, anger, sorrow, and various opposite and complicated expressions.

Although he once sent a clone to participate in the First Order’s Strongest Battle, it was not so much a competition as a test of his opponent’s state of mind.

As a result, he met the Taiqing Saint from the world of “Journey to the West: Conquering Demons”. Naruto’s shadow clone was waved on the spot and disappeared.

“Yes, there is a competition tomorrow. Eat more so that you can compete well tomorrow.”

Luffy responded, picked up a roast leg of lamb, bit into it, and entered the gobbling mode.

As for Sun Wukong, he had long since disappeared. All he could hear in the room was the clatter of dishes and the increasing height of dishes on the table.

“Alas~”

Naruto sat at the dinner table with a melancholy expression on his face, and Naruto and Sun Wukong were like two gluttons, eating a steady stream of delicacies brought by the little master.

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“Wushuang Sword, tomorrow will be the first battle between you and me when we return.”

Under the bright moon, a man who looked to be in his twenties wiped the golden sword in his hand and murmured, with a look in his eyes. A sword-like gaze.

“I wonder if tomorrow’s prey will be abundant?”

On the pavilion, a domineering woman with gorgeous silver-blue long hair and deep ice-blue eyes spoke with a cold voice, but with a hint of enthusiasm.

Some people lean against the railing and look at the moon, their thoughts wandering, some people sing songs over wine, their spirits are high, some people are wiping their swords and concentrating, their eyes are piercing, some people are sitting cross-legged in meditation, there are no waves in the ancient well…

Tomorrow is a good day!