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Fang Duobing woke up and returned to the inn where Li Xiangyi appeared ten years ago. The man in front of me was dressed in red and blood-red, and his sword-shaped eyebrows were raised high: "The kid is looking for me, what is the kid who doesn't even have hair to do with me?" It's Li Xiangyi. It's not the Li Lianhua who coughed up blood and said "it doesn't matter" later, but the Li Xiangyi who can cut a river with a sword and is so arrogant. In his previous life, Li Xiangyi went to the East China Sea. In this life... "Master," Fang Duobing clenched his fists and choked back his sobs, "I will compete with you in sword competition, and I will win. Please listen to my advice." Li Xiangyi sneered: "By you?" Okay, let's talk about it first. Anyway, this time, nothing can be done to let him leave alone.