Legend of Sword King

Qin Biao said leisurely: "Young Master has three wounds on his body. "One on the thigh, injured by sword Qi; the other on the chest, heart broken; the blade is very strange, and there is no trace of Essence in the wound; the third on the throat, directly beheaded. The weapon is very heavy, it should be a blade from the greatsword or axe."    

    

Killing intent flashed in Qin Zong Quan's eyes: "In other words, have you not found out who it is yet?"    

    

Facing the anger of Qin Zong Quan, Qin Biao was not afraid at all, but he still lowered his head: "The secret technique I cultivate, can track their scent. If the elders give me a few more days, I will be able to follow the directions and find them! "    

    

"Then do it! Cripple your cultivation and bring the living back! I want to see who had the guts to kill my son! " Qin Zong Quan gave the order in anger.    

    

Qin Biao bowed and said: "Yes! This subordinate guarantees that I will catch him within half a month's time. "    

    

Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi sat in the tavern again. It was still the same tavern where Yang Ruoxi was drunk last time.    

    

Having solved Chen Xing and this huge problem that he had in his heart, Yang Ruoxi was in a very good mood. No matter what, she had to pull Chen Qing over for a drink.    

    

As for the loss of her drink with Cheng Qing, she had forgotten about it. According to her, she was not in a good mood last time, so if she didn't drink enough, this time she would definitely let Cheng Qing know how strong she was.    

    

The waiter still remembered Cheng Qing. After all, a person as good at drinking as him was rare even in a tavern. The scene of Cheng Qing drinking empty a few big jars of wine and bringing Yang Ruoxi away smoothly left a deep impression on him.    

    

When the shop assistant served the wine, he looked at Yang Ruoxi with a strange expression. Wasn't it better to live on? Why would a brave man want to die? When he looked at Cheng Qing, he was filled with admiration and passion. With customers like Cheng Qing, the wine sold in the tavern would be a lot more today.    

    

"Come! "Three bowls first!" Yang Ruoxi slammed on the table, raised her wine bowl with all her might, and arrogantly called out to Cheng Qing. The shop assistant's gaze just now had deeply wounded her, and she was determined to prove herself.    

    

Cheng Qing looked at her doubtfully, and said in an uncertain tone, "Do I really want to drink?"    

    

His meaning was very clear. If I were to drink this wine, even I would be afraid to drink it.    

    

Yang Ruoxi naturally took Cheng Qing's appearance as a provocation, how could she sit still? She drank all the wine in the bowl without even taking a breather.    

    

Cheng Qing knew that he wouldn't be able to escape tonight. Sighing, he slammed the table before lifting the wine bowl. "Waiter, give me another six jars!"    

    

Hearing this, the shop assistant's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly agreed. The customers in the tavern all shuddered when they heard this. Someone who had seen Cheng Qing before immediately told the story of Cheng Qing's heroic deeds to the people around him. Very quickly, the tavern was filled with the sounds of people sucking in cold air. Everyone looked at Cheng Qing with reverence in their eyes. And when they looked at Yang Ruoxi, the reverence in their eyes became even stronger.    

    

They were in awe of Cheng Qing's alcohol tolerance and Yang Ruoxi's courage.    

    

Many people began to whisper to each other, looking at Yang Ruoxi who was drinking the strong liquor, they let out kind laughter. In the eyes of these people, Yang Ruoxi clearly knew that her alcohol tolerance was lower than Cheng Qing's, but she still wanted to drink with him, she must have some ulterior motive. Everyone knew this scheme of his. After all, no matter from what angle they looked at it, Cheng Qing was very handsome.