It is not difficult to imagine that the purpose of these dozens of masters is naturally for Wu Tianli's last sword energy.
However, I can also imagine that these dozens of so-called masters must have done very poorly in the master circle of the world. If they had done well, they would not even look down on Wu Tianli. Only those who are not doing well will care about Wu Tianli's last charity.
Moreover, Anxin had just experienced the golden sword energy, which was at most only three-thirds of Wu Tianli's internal energy. A big force like Dong Dao would not care about this at all.
Just as An Xin thought, the dozens of experts rushed to An Xin Inn after a long journey, and when they saw An Xin, they all froze on the spot.
"roll"
An Xin didn't want to talk to these guys who wanted to take advantage of him at all, so he responded domineeringly.
"Good!"
A very knowledgeable voice sounded from the crowd, and the group of experts quickly went their separate ways. Of course, there were still two people who were not afraid of death and stayed where they were.
An Xin looked at the two people staying above the inn, and was just about to take action to deal with them, when he, the third in the world~ haha~ the best in the world, lost his temper. But after seeing their faces clearly, he changed his smile and said:
"Yeah, uncle. Grandpa and grandpa are here. You go first and sit in the inn. I'll come over to entertain you as soon as I finish my work here."
The old man among the two put his hands behind his back and glanced at Qiu Sheng, who was concentrating on storing things, and nodded.
......
An Xin took Qiu Sheng back to the back hall with a dark face. It’s not to blame An An’s face for being dark, the main reason is that Qiu Sheng’s talent is too low. Wu Tianli’s sword energy can even feed a dog a mid-leap dog. Qiu Sheng’s qualifications are as good as those of a dog. The fight has reached the middle stage of the leap.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that Qiu Sheng is not even as good as a dog. After all, Qiu Sheng has reached the early stage of leaping before. But I don't think about it too much. It's an opportunity that was picked up in vain. It may be important to others, but it is really dispensable to An Xin.
Li Waner looked at Qiu Sheng, who was safe and sound, and was about to speak when she heard An Xin's instructions:
"Chaofeng, give Qiu Sheng some moves so that he can become familiar with his own internal strength."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he put on a smile and returned to the inn lobby.
.....
In the hall, the old man sat on a bench and drank tea politely, while the middle-aged man stood in front of the counter and looked at the two swords hanging behind the counter in a daze. One of the two swords belonged to Yin Ren's ancestor. Taoist Xuhai's sword is an ancient broken sword given to him by Wu Tianli.
"Uncle likes swords"
An Xin looked at the middle-aged man and asked in confusion about the two swords.
"I quite like it, but it's just that I like it."
The middle-aged man didn't hide anything after hearing An Xin's words.
"I just like it. These two swords are not mine. I can't give them to you. I will find a good sword to give to you next time I have a chance."
"No, I'm not worthy of it. I can't even practice the Qimen Dunjia passed down from my family. I'm not worthy of sword practice."
"Um, is there anything about Qi Men Dun Jia that you can't practice well? Isn't it just the West Thousand and Thirty-Twenty game, a game within a game? Is there anything you can't practice well?"
middle-aged man......
"You don't need to worry about your uncle. Your uncle is too stupid. He still hasn't understood the Qimen formation you used in Misty Valley Bu when he was 4 years old. Come and have tea with grandpa. I miss you so much after not seeing you for so many years."
The old man sitting drinking tea aside heard the conversation between the two and said angrily.
Hearing what the old man said, An Xin nodded with a smile and walked to the left side of the old man to sit down. He made another pot of tea for the old man and said with a smile:
"Grandpa, why did you come to snatch the sword energy left by Wu Tianli? You have already reached the peak of dragon transformation, so that thing is of no use to you."
After hearing An Xin's words, the old man took a sip of tea and shook his head helplessly:
"I think that thing is really useless, but it will be of some benefit to your uncle. He is 43 years old and has just entered the Dragon Transformation Realm."
As the old man spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man watching the sword who was concentrating on his treatment.
"Well, let's not talk about this anymore. I gave Wu Tianli's sword energy to my friend. It's too late to talk about this now. Let's have tea!"
An Xin changed the topic and poured the old man a cup of tea.
"An Xin, do you know that your cousin is getting married to the young master of the Shu family next month?"
"I heard people from the East Island talking about this. When the time comes, I will prepare some gifts for my cousin to make her wedding look more honorable."
An Xin didn't stop pouring tea when he spoke, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. In fact, this matter really has nothing to do with him. Since the two sides have different positions now, it is naturally impossible for them to go to Shumen to attend their cousin's wedding. At most, they will send someone to send some gifts.
"Misty Valley actually doesn't want to cooperate with Shumen."
"Yes, I understand. The Qi Sect in the Misty Valley is good at trapping people with its armor-defying technique, but it's not as good at hurting people. The Shu Sect is an expert in using poisons and can make up for this shortcoming."
"Snapped"
When the old man heard An Xin's words, he slammed his palm on the table and cursed:
"An Xin, you really think I'm the kind of person who sells his children for strength."
"I didn't mean anything else. It's just that there is a reason for the cooperation between the two families. Dongdao and Xingxu Palace have never dealt with each other, and they have to cooperate recently. I also want to marry the daughter of Wu Xing. This is nothing. Can’t get on the stage.”
"snort!"
The old man snorted and said coldly:
"You people from the An family have always valued interests above anything else. When An Daoxuan married my daughter, he put interests more than feelings. It's probably the same for you now marrying Wu Xing's daughter."
"There is nothing wrong with that. I am the genius of the East Island and the young master of the Divine Doctor Pavilion. I will never marry a woman with no background."
An An paused and continued:
"I have met Wu Xing's daughter. She is smart and beautiful. In terms of background, no woman in the world can match her. I will marry her, that's right!"
When the old man heard An Xin's answer, he looked at him seriously, as if he wanted to see the unwillingness in his grandson's eyes. But he was disappointed, An Xin's eyes were calm. Sighed:
"When you go to the inn to drink tea, you have to pay something. You are a junior. As an elder, naturally you cannot owe juniors money. This is for you."
As he spoke, he took out a booklet from his arms and slapped it on the table. He pulled the middle-aged man who was looking at the sword in a daze and left the inn.
Before leaving, he thought about it, turned around, and said lightly:
"Your cousin is truly in love with the young master of the Shu clan. This has been confirmed."
