Chapter 637

"My mom, it's so handsome it hit my heart!"

"Yang Xuan is 1v2, defeated two top ten contestants, is the Slashing Moon Swordsman so bold, actually daring to block him!?"

"Good courage, fierce enough!"

"Damn, it's too masculine, his silver sword Qi is so handsome it's falling apart."

Yang Xuan stared at Su Ming somewhat puzzled, his fists burning with flames.

"Clearly... this matter has nothing to do with you. If you let me rush in and fight them, you could just sit and wait to make it into the top four."

"However, even if you fight me, you want to take the initiative to block me?"

Su Ming nodded and drank another mouthful of wine.

This was preparing to trigger the 【Drunken Sword Style】 for the battle with Yang Xuan.

"Not bad." Su Ming's voice was calm and low.

Yang Xuan thought for a moment.

In the end, he actually shook his head with a light smile.

"Hehe, you are an interesting person."

Then, Yang Xuan's performance exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Forget it, I'll watch with you!" After speaking, he sat cross-legged directly beside Su Ming!

Seeing this scene, the whole audience was struck by lightning.

"I... I didn't see it wrong, right? These two most mysterious contestants actually put away their weapons and watched the battle together!?"

"Damn, Slashing Moon Swordsman, what a move of turning enemies into friends!"

"Could it be that Yang Xuan also fears the Slashing Moon Swordsman's strength, so he watched the battle with him?"

"No way, Yang Xuan repelled two top ten experts alone. If he fears the Slashing Moon Swordsman, then the Slashing Moon Swordsman must be strong to the heavens!"

"This matter can only be explained by one thing, and that is... mutual appreciation between men."

"The battle between the two wind-path vocational students is not just the victory or defeat of the competition, but also a discussion and exchange of souls between the two."

"So the non-disturbance of the Slashing Moon Swordsman and Yang Xuan is the best politeness!"

"This is the romance of men, female audience members, step back a bit, watch carefully, learn carefully!"

Yan Ze and Dong Yufeng fought wonderfully, and Yang Xuan gradually became interested.

"Can you give me a sip of wine?" Yang Xuan looked at Su Ming and suddenly said.

"Watching such a wonderful battle, if there is no wine, it's really a bit..."

Su Ming took out a small cup and poured him a small cup of top-grade Daughter Red directly.

"Tsk tsk, you are really stingy..." Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, took it, and drank it in one gulp.

It didn't matter if he didn't drink it; once he drank it, he was immediately amazed, and his eyes widened!

Just this small cup made his throat numb and his heart bloom!

"This... what is this wine!?" His eyes shone, as if he had seen a treasure of the world.

"Top-grade Daughter Red." Su Ming's voice was cold.

"Is there more?"

"No more."

Saying there was no more, Su Ming himself looked up and drank heartily, making Yang Xuan's heart itch!

He clenched his fists, but had no way.

Snatching is also impossible; the Slashing Moon Swordsman can instantly put the wine into his personal space, and even if he defeats Slashing Moon, he cannot lick the bag.

After all, he cannot kill; this is in the competition.

"This wine is too good to drink. After the competition, you must give me a few jars to taste." He approached Su Ming and said in a deep voice.

"Rest assured, price is not a problem." Yang Xuan's eyes were scorching, staring dead at the wine in Su Ming's hand.

As a young master, he had been hidden by the family for many years, and had undergone strict training and learning since he was a child, and did not come out of the mountain until he was eighteen.

Since he was a child, he had been alone, and could only drink wine for fun every day, so he was an out-and-out alcoholic.

In his boring life, only wine could bring him happiness.

Su Ming heard this, but his mouth curled slightly.

This top-grade Daughter Red was sublimated by him and had a plot role. Even the B-level Shushan dungeon of origin probably only had one jar produced.

It definitely belonged to a rare wine that could be met but not sought.

If Yang Xuan wanted it, only he could give it.

Although this guy was the young master of a behemoth like the Yang family, he had no airs, unlike Zhang Tang who was domineering, and could even be said to be somewhat casual and true.

Since that was the case, he must knock a big bamboo pole out of him!