【Lewen】. Alas, for you to read wonderfully.

With a loud voice, a group of mermaids rushed in, led by a short and fat man, wearing a jade scarf and a pink mink coat, grinning and revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "Yo, everyone is here, knowing that I Zhang Biao is coming, so grand?"

He was followed by seven or eight strong men who looked like thugs, and as soon as they came in, they glared at each other with Daddy Wang's men, obviously the grievances between the two families have been going on for a long time.

There is also a fat man who is shorter than a big voice, and he doesn't dress like a porter, others are developing vertically, but he is developing horizontally, fat is like a mountain of meat, and after entering the door, he stared at the petite Wang Qiaoqiao, constantly smirking, with snot on his face, and drooling.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, hey, hey, hey......"

When Wang Qiaoqiao saw someone coming, he almost fainted, raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily: "Zhang Fatzi, I won't marry you if I die, you are about to die of this heart!"

Yan took a small sip and ignored it.

Father Wang said coldly: "Zhang Biao, you still dare to come to my house to make trouble, I have already taken care of the yamen, you can retreat today, if not, you don't want to do this hired head!"

Zhang Biao held his big belly and said with a smile: "Daddy Wang, don't be scared of me Zhang Biao, it doesn't matter if you hire a head to do it or not, last time you beat my son to a serious injury, I can't swallow this breath." ”

Zhao Dechuan sneered: "Just your rice bucket son, you also want to marry Qiaoqiao, it's like a toad who wants to eat swan meat!"

"Then I'll see who the toad is today!" Zhang Biao laughed.

"Tokugawa, send off!" shouted Daddy Wang.

Zhao Dechuan couldn't hold it back for a long time, and when he heard the order at this moment, he shouted: "Brothers, follow me!"

A group of people rushed forward, led by Zhao Dechuan, a three-rank martial artist, and scuffled with the people under Zhang Biao.

Yes, it's not an adjective, they really scuffle together, and when they get a gap, they greet each other in the face, and it's no different from a gang fight of hooligans. There are also a few of them who also have the aura of cultivators on their bodies.

It can only be said that Daddy Wang's words are not wrong at all: cultivators in this world are really worthless.

Only Zhao Dechuan was better, and he slapped it accurately, and all those who were slapped by him fell to the ground and shouted in pain. Isn't it painful, Sanpin Wufu, the meridian nodes around the body with the flow of vitality, the strength in the hand, and killing a cow with one punch are all trivial things.

However, when these third-rank martial artists fight, they are no different from seventh-rank martial artists, and they have no moves at all, just like a rampaging bull who can't adjust the size of the Yuan Force. In Shenzhou, any clever six-rank martial artist can play him like a monkey.

Zhao Dechuan is young, twenty-five or sixteen-year-old Sanpin martial arts, in the land of Shenzhou, he can be called a genius, and he is also qualified enough to join the inner courtyard of the academy.

Although his strength is unimpressive, he is still one-sided on the field.

Zhang Biao unhurriedly bowed to a man in a black cloak beside him: "Master, please take a hand, clean up these things that are not long-sighted, and there will be heavy thanks in the future." ”

"Hmph, a bunch of trash fish. "A very somber bass.

He took two steps forward, and happened to grab a porter who rushed towards Zhang Biao, and with a slight twist, the porter's arm was twisted into a twist.

"Ahh

This scream directly shocked the audience.

They fought and fighted, and the heavy hands they played did not hurt people's lives.

But as soon as the cloaked man came out, the porter's hand was directly twisted, and the crack was full of white bones, and there was a chill that pressed people's hearts.

They stopped, but the cloaked man didn't, but seeing that his figure was like a phantom, he rushed into the crowd, screaming one after another, and his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and in a few breaths, only Zhao Dechuan was left standing on the field.

Zhang Biao smiled and said, "Zhao Dechuan, now look at who is the toad!"

"I, I'm fighting with you!" Zhao Dechuan's blood surged, he couldn't stand the stimulation, and rushed forward.

He mobilized the vitality of his whole body, and he charged with great momentum.

The cloaked man sneered and raised his head slightly.

Zhao Dechuan was able to catch a glimpse of the cloaked man's face, as well as a mark on his neck under his face, which made his soul go away: "Fengtian ......"

Before he could say the last two words, he felt a huge force in his chest, and he let out a miserable cry of "wow", and flew directly from the doorway of the courtyard to the hall.

Seeing that Zhao Dechuan, who was the best at beating under him, didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Father Wang stood up in shock: "Zhang Biao, for our personal grudges, you actually asked for help!"

"It's all fate, who gave me the honor to meet the master?" Zhang Biao sneered a few times and waved his big hand, "Hold him down for me!"

Several big men rushed up to grab Daddy Wang and escorted him in front of Zhang Biao.

"Let go of Daddy!" Wang Qiaoqiao wanted to rush up to save people, but he was helpless and weak, and was grabbed by a big man like an eagle holding a chicken.

"Zhang Biao, let my daughter go, otherwise I won't be done with you!" Father Wang struggled desperately.

"Put, of course," Zhang Biao sneered, "As long as you sign her deed of sale, I will let her go." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper.

Father Wang was shocked and angry: "You, don't you think about it!"

Syllable!

Zhang Biao raised his hand and gave Daddy Wang a slap, which made him dizzy and dizzy. Then he said viciously: "Don't you treat your daughter as a precious canary, I will let her be my son's maid, and you have to sign this deed of sale if you don't sign it today!"

"If you dream, I won't sign it if I die!" "Daddy Wang glared at Zhang Biao fiercely.

"Then go die. The cloaked man spoke suddenly, darkly.

"Wait, wait......" Zhang Biao was a little scared, "Master, it's not good to kill people." ”

The cloaked man said suspiciously: "What are you afraid of, kill all the insiders, set the fire on it, and treat it as a robber, who can find you." ”

When Zhang Biao heard this, his eyes rolled and he was quite moved, and he turned to Father Wang with a cruel smile: "You can't blame me for this, you can only blame your short life." Rest assured, we will take good care of your daughter. ”

When Wang Qiaoqiao heard this, her pretty face was as white as whitewash, and she begged: "Stop, don't kill my Daddy, I promise you everything, I promise you everything, please don't kill my Daddy......"

"It's late!" Zhang Biao had already decided to do it and took out the short knife he carried.

At this moment, a sound sounded in the courtyard.

The sound is the sound of porcelain and wood colliding, to be exact, the sound of porcelain jugs and wooden tabletops.

Such a voice, in normal times, is simply too normal, and it can be heard everywhere you go. But at this moment, such a voice sounded in everyone's ears like thunder.

"Who?" Zhang Biao's hand shook, followed the sound to look, only to find that there was a raunchy and slightly decadent young man sitting at the wine table. He wore the kind of close-fitting suit that porters often wore when they worked, cut from burlap, and at this time the style was long-sleeved and thickened, with a few patches on it, and his trousers were thick cotton trousers, and he wore a pair of cloth shoes, and his socks were white.

It's incredible that such an ordinary young man was sitting there eating and drinking, and no one noticed it. However, his eyes looked bright, perhaps drunk, and his facial features were like those carved by top craftsmen, and the circle of stubble, although he was a little decadent, had more of a mature charm.

"Who are you?" Zhang Biao looked at Yan Li's outfit and immediately looked down on him, but he still didn't dare to be careless, and it was not too late to inquire clearly before deciding.

"Passers-by. I'm sorry to disturb your murderous Yaxing. Yan Li grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Then he turned to Father Wang, "Your care in the past few days, the kid has taken it to heart, the wine is always drunk quickly, the wine jug is empty, and it is time for me to leave." ”

After saying that, he walked outside.

Zhang Biao didn't stop for some reason.

Wang Qiaoqiao looked at Yan Li's back in a daze, only to feel that her heart was empty all of a sudden. She suddenly cried and shouted, "Brother Yan save me......"

Yan Li stopped.

Zhang Biao's heart tightened, and he said viciously: "Boy, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, it's too late to hurry up now!"

Yan Li turned around and said with a smile, "Didn't you hear her crying?"

Zhang Biao said coldly: "So what?"

Yan Li muttered, "I don't want a woman to cry anymore." "He was still in the same place when he said the first word, and by the time he said the last word, the man had disappeared.

The big man who grabbed Wang Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and then he broke through the wall of the courtyard and fell outside the courtyard.

Wang Qiaoqiao only felt a warm breath suddenly envelop her, and her frightened mood immediately calmed down, and when she looked up, Yan Li's face was in front of her, smiling at herself.

"Brother Yan......" She held back her tears, a little aggrieved.

"Do you think I'm really going to leave you alone?" Yan Li raised the corners of his mouth lightly.

Wang Qiaoqiao took the powder fist and lightly hammered Yan Li from his chest, and choked up: "You hate ...... to death"

"Master, kill him!" Zhang Biao shouted in horror.

"Hmph!" the cloaked man said coldly, "The body technique is not bad, but it doesn't work with me to be fast!"

His body suddenly burst into a terrifying aura.

It has to be mentioned here that momentum and cultivation are closely related. Momentum, in fact, is an invisible force field, and it is also the prototype of a stunt.

The difference between the cloaked man and Zhao Dechuan is that he has momentum, and he may have mastered the stunt. How did the stunt come about? Hone the move to the pinnacle becomes the so-called stunt.

The cloaked man rushed forward, he was also extremely fast, and he took out a soft sword out of nowhere. The soft sword twisted and swung in the air, and in the blink of an eye, seven swords came out, attacking Yan Li's vital point in seven positions.

With this hand, he threw off Zhao Dechuan a few streets.

But Yan Li didn't move.

Choke!

I only heard a vast sword groan, the sword light suddenly appeared, the sword shadow disappeared in an instant, and the cloak and sword of the cloaked man shattered together, and flew backwards at a faster speed, slamming into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of bloody arrows.