The inn is full of people, dragons and snakes.

Although in the past ten years, Jun Zeyu, the king of Eastern Chuming, has governed Tiandong in a good way, and the people of the four seas have gradually returned to their hearts. However, due to the fact that the attitudes of the major forces in the world towards foreign races are not clear and unified, most of them are silent except for the Wind and Snow Silver City and the Sword Pavilion, causing ordinary people to listen to the names of foreign races and be frightened and stay away.

In the territory of Dongchu, there is a faint smell of grass and trees.

So when there was a clash in the inn, many innocent civilians were disturbed and retreated, and the inn fell into panic for a while.

Liu Shisan reacted extremely quickly.

In fact, it was the wine cup fragment hidden weapon that was so fast that Liu Thirteen, who had cultivated in the Miao Dao Realm, had to concentrate on dealing with it.

He saw the splinters flying in their tracks, as if they were there and there were no traces.

He frowned slightly.

Although he was young and faced the enemy, Liu Shisan, who was extremely calm, calculated the time, and moved his body sideways, and the sharp wine cup fragments slashed across the face, and they were extremely accurate and embedded in the wooden pillar behind him.

Penetrating!

The little junior sister Song Lingyun looked at Liu Shisan in shock, and then showed worry.

There is a slight cooling sensation on the cheeks, like the feeling of snowflakes sliding down the cheeks in the cold winter.

Liu 13 did not reach out to touch. Because he knew it wasn't snowflakes, it was blood spilling out of the bloodstains.

He was wounded, flesh and skin.

Liu Shisan, who secretly clenched his fists, didn't dare to be careless, he was afraid that he was a cultivator with the realm of the Yuan Shen, and he couldn't beat it.

"Why, don't you dare to fight back?" the middle-aged scholar smiled disdainfully, drank the wine in the cup and continued, "Who said that the academy knife is still there? What about your knife? That's how Ta Luo Changfeng taught you to be a shrunken turtle?"

Liu Shisan's fists rattled, and he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Please ask the little master to take care of my junior sister." ”

Before the voice fell, he leaped forward. The bamboo knife placed horizontally in front of the table was lifted, and the thirteen knives of the willow came out of the star position.

"Tianlan!"

......

The middle-aged scholar once practiced in the Liuzimen of the outer courtyard of the academy, and although the seventeen Spiegel Platforms in the inner courtyard had no relationship with him, he was also a witness to the battle of the Spiegel Terrace rankings.

He had seen Luo Changfeng's knife technique several times.

The seventeen-way knife technique is known for its strange body shape and footwork, and the way of running the dark star position is unguardable. However, for a middle-aged scholar, Liu Shisan's Dao Tianlan seems to be insignificant.

The protégé of Liuzi has no other strength, and he reads the most books. Among the classics of the hundreds of schools of thought, middle-aged scholars prefer astronomy and geography.

Whether it is the operation of the stars, or the qi veins of the spiritual points, he is familiar with those lines and trajectories.

The corners of his mouth showed a taste of contempt, and the middle-aged scholar easily dodged Liu Thirteen Tianlan's knife as if he was an unpredictable prophet, and he took advantage of the situation to secretly push the empty cup in his hand out of the air.

"Brother Master, beware. ”

Little sister Song Lingyun reminded urgently.

"Noise!"

The middle-aged scholar took a bamboo chopstick again and popped it out with his fingers.

Liu Thirteen, who had a keen perception, stabbed Tianlan to no avail, tapped the table with the sole of his foot and popped out again, and the second knife Qingling turned around and slashed, and the cup that flew in swirl was cut into two halves by the sharp knife light.

"Qu Ze!"

Liu Thirteen made the third knife.

......

The little monk should not know when he appeared in front of Song Lingyun.

The bamboo chopsticks, which were as sharp as daggers, pierced the little monk's chest and stabbed straight into it.

Where did the little junior sister Song Lingyun have such a life-and-death experience, and when she saw the bamboo chopsticks piercing into the little monk's chest, she was overly frightened for a while.

She came back to her senses and hurriedly helped the little monk to sit down.

"Little monk, how are you?"

"Sit down. ”

May you have a cold sweat on your back.

He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo chopsticks, and his heart hanging in his throat finally calmed down a little.

He held the burden in front of Song Lingyun, and there was a bowl for eating fasting and turning into a fate in the baggage, and the bamboo chopsticks just pierced the bowl and stopped.

He removed the burden from his arms and saw a hole in the Buddha's robe on his chest.

He looked at Song Lingyun for the rest of his life, and then smiled slightly.

......

Liu 13 stabbed seven times in a row.

Seven knives to no avail.

He couldn't help but think deeply.

In terms of cultivation as a realm, he felt that he was not as good as the middle-aged scholar. But the thirteen-way knife technique he learned is strange and unpredictable, and there are few opponents in his generation, but why can this person see the angle and direction of each of his knives? It seems that before he makes a knife, he has a way to deal with convenience!

Liu 13 had an epiphany.

This middle-aged scholar is a student of the academy, and it must be not unusual for him to have seen the master make a knife.

With an idea, Liu 13 slashed out the eighth knife.

"Shake the light. ”

Slash down.

Sure enough, the middle-aged scholar still dodged skillfully with a disdainful face. What was surprising was that the look of disdain on the middle-aged scholar's face turned gloomy when Liu Shisan fell from the knife.

Because he suddenly realized that the direction in which he was dodging was where the knife fell.

Thirteen knives fell.

A cyan sword swept through his crown and hat, and the middle-aged scholar's crown fell and the green silk danced wildly.

He staggered back a few steps with his hair scattered, glaring at Liu Thirteen with a vicious look in his eyes.

He's clearly dodged.

He clearly memorized the line between the movement of the stars and the qi veins of the spirit acupoint.

But why did you get stabbed?

The middle-aged scholar suddenly had an epiphany.

This knife is not shaking light!

"My Dao Yuan Shen realm is extraordinary, and it turned out to be a nerd who relied on rote memorization to memorize the operation of the star position and the route of the spiritual acupoint qi vein. ”

Liu 13 returned with disdain.

He shouted and shook the light and bluffed to disturb the enemy's heart, but secretly made the Feng Mansion just a small temptation, but he didn't expect this middle-aged scholar to really fall into the scheme.

"Against you, the thirteen-way knife is enough!"

Liu 13 rose up again.

Three slashes in a row.

"Wind House. ”

"Yuheng. ”

"Shenque. ”

......

The people in the inn have already dispersed, and the rest are more or less people from the rivers and lakes who have cultivated themselves, and they are judging the two people who are fighting upstairs with the mentality of watching the excitement.

These include two friends who are fellow middle-aged scholars, as well as the storyteller on the third floor.

The little junior sister Song Lingyun was dizzying in the lobby downstairs.

The little monk was also quite nervous looking at the two people who were fighting endlessly.

Liu Thirteen re-applied the Thirteen Path Sword Technique. There is no order, no rules, whatever you want.

At first, the middle-aged scholar was confused and stabbed.

Several knife marks were torn from the robe, and blood was faintly spilling from the knife marks, making the originally polite scholar look embarrassed, attracting ridicule from his two companions.

"Copywriting brother Yuanshen realm, isn't it impossible to deal with a fledgling Miaodao realm kid?"

"If you want to help your brother, just ask. ”

“......”

The middle-aged scholar known as a copywriter was completely enraged.

At first, he just held a humiliating mentality to relieve his hatred for Luo Changfeng's destruction of the academy. But humiliation is humiliation, if it is really planted in the hands of future generations, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to spread it?

Looking at a few knife marks on his body, the breath of the Yuan Shen Realm was released without reservation, and a layer of protective body qi was formed around his body.

Liu Thirteen slashed down.

The sword carrying the qi of the three clears slashed at the gangqi, as if it had fallen into the river and the sea, and it was quietly dissolved with only a slight ripple.

Liu 13 was quite unwilling, and five swords fell one after another, but ushered in the same ending.

"Is this the true strength of the Yuan Shen Realm?"

Liu Thirteen frowned.

The middle-aged scholar moved in front of him in an instant, and with a slap of his palm, Liu Shisan spat out blood and fell from the upper floors like a kite with a broken string, smashing the tables and chairs to pieces.

"Big brother. ”

The little junior sister Song Lingyun and the little monk hurriedly stepped forward and helped the seriously injured Liu Shisan up.

"Look for death!"

The middle-aged scholar was full of anger and his eyes were murderous.

He swooped down the stairs, approaching the three of them step by step.

"Brother copywriter stays. ”

The voice of his companion came from upstairs again, and the middle-aged scholar stopped, looked up, only to see the two companions shaking their heads imperceptibly.

The middle-aged scholar narrowed his eyes.

In the territory of Hangu Pass here, it is only half a day away from the Wind and Snow Silver City, and it is difficult to guarantee that the elusive Yan Lingwei will not appear. If you really killed Luo Changfeng's disciples in front of these people......

The middle-aged scholar who still has scruples has gone to kill.

"Go back and tell that cowardly city lord that if he still remembers that he is a protégé of Sichuan characters, he should carry a butcher's knife to kill eight hundred sects all the way, and fight with the twelve stars of Jingtian to the death!