League of Legends Supreme Throne

Chapter 309 The Swordsman
12 1 Month 20 Day.

On the eve of the Great Cold.

Auspicious: Sacrificing, lifting, decorating walls, repairing roads and painting, don't take other things.

Bogey: Don't take anything else.

Heavy snow fell silently at night. On the morning of the 20th, Jincheng seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white quilt, shrouded in a world covered in silver.

The next day, it will be severe cold, and the next day will be New Year's Eve.

Luo Yun got off the car, and snowflakes fell on his head.

Wet hair, lost eyes, wet shirt.

crunch.

Luo Yun, who was wearing combat boots, stepped into the snow at once, and stepped on the clean and immaculate ground. A thin layer of snowflakes soon piled up on the shoulders of the black windbreaker.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

At the gate of Tianfu University, countless reporters almost burst the gate, and the degree of madness was even better than that of the Fortune Club.

Because today, the owner of the laurels on the luxurious platinum list will be decided.

Seeing Luo Yun approaching, a man who had been sitting in the guard room suddenly raised his head and walked out slowly from the school gate.

The reporters watched the two parties get closer and closer, but they did not repeat the crazy behavior in front of the Fortune Club that day. Instead, they just stood still and did not dare to speak out.

Yes, they dare not step forward.

Even the snowflakes in the sky seem to be stagnating and solidifying at this moment.

This is not the oppression brought by the strength of the rank, but the aura emanating from the two of them, like a sharp long sword, which is daunting.

"You came?"

"Well, here I am."

"I know you will come, but you are not my match."

"Oh, coincidence, I also think you are not my opponent."

In an instant, two invisible forces gushed out like a gust of wind, blowing the snowflakes on the ground everywhere, and the bodies of the reporters not far away began to tremble.

This is not because of the cold, but because of excitement, and also a little bit of fear from the bottom of my heart.

This momentum came and went quickly.

For a moment, the surroundings returned to calm.

"have you eaten?"

"No."

"Me neither. I'll treat you to Jincheng noodles."

"it is good."

In the ghostly eyes of the reporters, the two walked to the roadside stall. Fang Qianshan took out two ten-yuan bills and said to the boss familiarly: "Two bowls of noodles, the portions must be large and spicy!"

"Okay~~~"

The stall owner sang, turned around and began to tinker.

The reporter was stunned. These two people know each other?

No, no matter in terms of experience, age, or any other aspect, this is definitely the first time these two have met.

But why are these two people like old friends who have known each other for many years?Are they not rivals?
Fang Qianshan naturally didn't know what the reporters were thinking. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't bother to care about it.

"Today is the eve of the Great Cold, and the almanac says not to take anything else, so it's not a good day."

"Oh? Do you still believe this?"

"I'm old and stubborn, so I believe more or less."

"Oh, today is indeed not a good day. However, tomorrow is a severe cold, and the day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I want to go home early to celebrate the new year."

After Luo Yun finished speaking, he took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick holder, gently opened them and paused.

"Hey, two, your face is here~~~"

While yelling, the stall owner steadily brought two bowls of small noodles to the table. The red soup oil and the hot pepper floating on the surface really whetted the appetite.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask if you can eat spicy food."

Fang Qianshan said sorry, but his tone was very calm: "Our people in Jincheng are the same as Jincheng noodles. They are spicy enough and strong enough. Would you like a different bowl?"

Slip.

Luo Yun didn't answer, just picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth.

The noodles are firm and smooth, and the soup stock is fragrant and rich in flavor.

"Yeah, good noodles!"

Luo Yun chewed continuously, and quickly swallowed the noodles. Immediately afterwards, he said lightly, "Change to another bowl? Why don't you change it? I think it's quite delicious."

“However, I don’t think this side is strong enough and not spicy enough”

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am from Sanxiang!"

Fang Qianshan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he chuckled, and began to eat noodles slowly, without saying a word.

Gollum.

The reporters swallowed.

To be honest, they were just cold at first, but fortunately they are in good physical condition and can bear it, but when they saw people eating, their stomachs began to rebel.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No, it's not an order from the top. I rushed over early in the morning, so I don't care about eating."

"Who said no? The mouth on the top is broken, and I want to come over for breakfast. Who knew these two came so early."

"It's fine if you come early, good guy, the two of them ate first."

"Heh, you can also go to eat, here, there are so many breakfast stalls over there."

"Tch, why don't you eat?"

"Hehehehe!"

Ding.

Luo Yun finished eating the last noodle, put his chopsticks on the bowl, wiped his mouth and said, "Thank you for the hospitality."

"However, your Jincheng noodles are not as spicy or strong as I imagined."

"Really?"

Fang Qianshan was noncommittal, carefully wiped off the red oil on his mouth, and asked, "Then your Sanxiang food is spicy enough? Enough?"

"nature!"

As Luo Yun said, he punched out directly. The mighty fist was matched with a huge wave of air gushing out, directly clearing the ground into a clean road tens of feet long.

"How is it? Is it spicy enough? Is it strong enough?"

Fang Qianshan was unmoved, and let the fist wind rage in his ears. He stroked his goatee lightly, and said: "Not enough, not enough!"

"Ha ha."

Luo Yun was also noncommittal, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Seeing this scene, the reporters finally got excited. They all geared up and told the photographer not to miss any details. They also cleared their throats and turned on the microphone.

These two people standing at the pinnacle of luxurious platinum are about to make a move!
Tianfu University is also one of the ten famous universities, and the school gate is quite majestic. A large flat with a radius of hundreds of feet connects two iron gates that are astonishingly large.

The word "Tianfu" in the letter is quite extraordinary.

Fang Qianshan took two steps, and shouted in one direction: "Little bastards, stop sneaking and hiding, this time you are blessed, let you experience it in advance, what is a real fight!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of students from Tianfu University squeezed out of a three-story bungalow opposite. They stood on the sidelines with embarrassed faces.

But more, is the look of excitement.

At the level of Fang Qianshan, his reputation is a bit higher than that of Bright Diamond. After all, it is clearly written in his resume that this person has killed a sixth-level master.

It is too rare and rare to be able to fight against strong players of this level on the spot.

Fang Qianshan walked to the guard room, took out a wooden box from it, and immediately cupped his hands at an old man inside and said, "I'm sorry."

　Thanks to Grumpy Lixia for voting for February, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)