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Chapter 277 It Should Be An Old Friend

The two men in that attic who had been keeping an eye on the teahouse looked different.

The withered old man frowned, "Why didn't you make a sword?"

In his opinion, if a swordsman ran into a demon cultivator, no matter how, he would have to kill him with his sword, but after such a long time, there was not a single ray of sword qi coming out of the teahouse, so it was not normal.

The white-robed man stood with his arms folded, remembering the scene when he first met him back then, and calmly said, "He's not like other swordsmen."

The withered old man looked at the white-robed man, and hearing this, he said suspiciously, "You've seen him? What's different about him."

The white-robed man laughed, "You should know he's different."

The withered old man was confused, he and the white-robed man were acquainted with each other for only a few months, then he felt that he was really not a mortal, practicing the sword for more than a hundred years, the with

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