This illusion made Luo Changfeng very unhappy.

As if he wanted to find the place back, Luo Changfeng said arrogantly: "This is reasonable. I have sufficient reason to suspect that you, a mere unknown man, must have used extremely shameful dirty tricks. Do you dare to fight me?"

Yu Siqiao smiled: "The little marquis was joking."

It was not said whether it was agreed or not, whether it was dared or not, but just showed a smile that seemed to be spring breeze, which made Luo Changfeng even more unhappy.

Luo Changfeng sneered: "What's your name?"

Before he finished speaking, he drew his sword and stabbed towards Yu Siqiao.

There was no change on Yu Siqiao's face. He lit his toes, and then his tall and tall body floated past like the wind.

Luo Changfeng was about to pierce him with a sword, but in the next moment, the sharp sword tip could only penetrate a piece of air and hit the pear wood's chair.

The chair was split open, but the person in front of him was gone without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a faint voice sounded behind Luo Changfeng: "Qiao Cang."

Luo Changfeng's back tightened, and then he turned around suddenly, but saw a long sword pressing against his heart.

If he wanted to, he would have been able to get his back just now and took his life straightforwardly.

Luo Changfeng had never seen such a master before. He stared at the sword blade with his eyes down, and his heart felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but suck his breath.

Yu Siqiao put away his sword and said, "Take it."

Luo Changfeng's face was twisted: "..."

He was frustrated if he was not as skilled as others, but now these two words made him feel even more uncomfortable.

He seemed to finally understand why Xuanyuan Yichuan was so depressed during this period.

He is comparable to Xuanyuan Yichuan, and now he has almost no power to fight back when facing such an opponent...

Even he was in such a mood, let alone Xuanyuan Yichuan?

Luo Changfeng's expression was very complicated.

Yu Siqiao looked at him and looked at the pear wooden chair behind him, "Absolutely."

Luo Changfeng: "..."

A wave of anger rushed to the heavenly spiritual cap and said angrily: "If you pay, you can't pay it! Can't you afford it?"

Yu Siqiao nodded, "This is an out-of-print craft. If you want to pay, you can't just change one chair. You have to change all the tables and chairs."

Luo Changfeng: "..."

Luo Changfeng also looked back and wanted to see which master's out-of-print craftsmanship was, but at this glance, he found that the table and chairs were already very old. What kind of out-of-print craftsmanship is just ordinary pear wood tables and chairs!

Luo Changfeng:???

Before he could come back, another voice came from behind: "Thank you for your generosity, little marquis."

Luo Changfeng finally understood and was so angry that his face was dark.

What do I fuck...

Where did this come from the poor ghost?

Even a set of tables and chairs is going to be cheated?

Such a person defeated Xuanyuan Yichuan, defeated him, and was about to marry Mo Shu?

Luo Changfeng's chest was blocked and he felt ache. He glared at Yu Siqiao fiercely and left angrily.

Yu Siqiao seemed to be afraid that he would go back on his word and said, "When will Prince Luo pay compensation?"

"Swish," Luo Changfeng shouted: "Tomorrow! I will give you a brand new set of come tomorrow, you are a poor man!"

Yu Siqiao smiled: "Thank you."

Luo Changfeng was walking on the road, and the more he thought about it, he became more angry. He kicked the door hard before he rushed away.
Chapter completed!