The entire bustling tavern fell silent in an instant.

Those who were not bad at martial arts in Xilu City widened their eyes, and there seemed to be that amazing sword light remaining in their eyes, and the long knife that was sharpened by the cold spring still gave people a cold and sharp feeling under the warm light of the candle flame.

The eyes of the melon seed were slightly convex, swallowing the melon seed skin together, constantly coughing dryly, bending down, slapping his chest hard, the sound of dry coughing made the people around him recover from the shock, looking at Zhao Li's knife without hesitation, he subconsciously retreated back, and instinctively held the weapon with his palm.

There was a clanging sound of iron.

The shopkeeper's face was sweating more, and he kept wiping it, he didn't expect that it would be such a person.

The people around stared at the knife, they didn't expect Su Yuan to be defeated so quickly, it was just a knife.

Along with this sword light, there was also a demonic aura.

Most of the warriors here are between really buying extraordinary cultivators from an ordinary martial artist, and they are at the same level of strength as the elite warriors of the Iron West, and even because the region they are in is too peaceful and stable, if they really fight, they may not be able to win against those brave warriors in the Iron West.

And some time ago, Zhao Li killed more than a dozen fierce warriors with his own hands.

To put it mildly, as long as the people here do not rush to the top, as long as they know how to fear, they will be afraid.

Zhao Lineng cut all the way from south to north, and then from north to south.

The evil qi was surging, and the people around felt that the room seemed to be cold, the candle flame was shaking slightly, and Su Yuan, who was pressed by the blade on his neck, felt the most clear, he felt that his body was cold, and it was like a sheep that saw the fangs of a tiger, and he was completely unable to exert his strength.

Tiny bumps appeared on his neck as he was stimulated.

He looked sideways at the steel knife, his nose as if he had a faint smell of blood.

Zhao Li looked at the shopkeeper, the strange expression on his face was covered by a mask, and the others could only hear his voice: "Is it okay?"

The shopkeeper couldn't stop wiping his sweat and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Your Excellency may go in. ”

Zhao Li withdrew his knife, turned his head and walked towards the tavern step by step.

In the shadow there, a hunched man walked out, before he walked out, Zhao Li didn't notice that there was anyone in the shadow, the man coughed, bent down, reached out and grabbed a handle, and forcefully pulled a wooden plank away, revealing the steps below. He glanced at Zhao Li and said with emotion:

"Good knife skills. ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a sharp knife in this tavern. ”

Zhao Li replied: "It's that he's too weak." ”

He thought of Wu Zhu's memory, fifty years ago, Wu Zhu's body had not aged to the point of not being the same, his sword skills were good, and he had also practiced Jiuli's Divine Refining Decision, and he was just an ordinary member here, and in the tavern outside the secret city, he was never satisfied, but he was a genuine cultivator.

There was once a martial artist who opened nine qi veins to trade here.

He felt it and sighed: "The level of the people here is too far worse than fifty years ago. ”

The man smiled and said hoarsely:

"The secret market won't let you down, go down. ”

He waited until Zhao left, and then put the wooden door back to its original empty place, and made a dull sound, obviously the weight of this wooden board was extremely heavy, after doing all this, he walked back into the darkness, without saying a word, like a puppet without the breath of life, but the whole tavern was not as prosperous as it was just now.

After a while, the shopkeeper sent a jar of wine, and stood beside the man in the shadow, but did not leave, hesitated, and whispered without any hope:

"Sixth brother, where did that person come from?"

"The sword technique taught by Su is also good, and it can be regarded as entering the cultivators, how, how can it be ......"

Many people around him pricked up their ears to listen, and he was not embarrassed to say the rest.

The man in the black shadow slapped open the wine jar, a pungent aroma of wine, he buckled the edge of the wine jar, and said lightly:

"What do you think a knife is?"

He didn't wait for an answer, and said to himself, "I'm going to kill someone." ”

"I haven't seen a bloody swordsman. ”

"Not decent. ”

"How could a person who didn't know when he did it last time could beat a murderous swordsman? What's more, it was still a swordsman who had killed at least a dozen or twenty martial artists in a month, and if he hadn't stopped just now, his opponent would already be a dead man. ”

"Get straight to the point, crisp and neat. ”

"The number of sword techniques in this style is a killing method, which is interesting. ”

Talking about some scary topics, he had a smile on his face, and he poured wine on his neck, which wet his clothes, and the others felt that a yin wind had rushed into their clothes, and they couldn't help but shiver several times.

........................

Zhao Li walked down from the bottom of the stairs, it was a spiral step, I don't know how many floors there were.

Gradually, a light came out below, and the faint sound of conversation was in his ears.

Zhao Li held the knife and went down step by step, the voice of the conversation could be heard clearly, it was a man's voice, full of irritability and unpleasantness, while slapping the table hard, while scolding: "Is this how you entertain guests here?!"

"Lao Tzu heard that the secret market here is good enough to come to do business with you, and he actually used this kind of rotten tea to deal with Lao Tzu, he is bitter to death, and there is no wine? Also, why did you arrange such an old and ugly old lady to come over? Do you look down on Lao Tzu?!"

"Do you look down on me?!"

Zhao Li smacked his lips as he listened to this person's mouth.

This old brother is uncivilized......

In his mind, he already made up a big man with leopard eyes and a black face and a beard.

While thinking that this person might be blown out in his hometown, he walked down with a knife in his hand, the soft light gradually dispelled the darkness, it was a clear and clean space, in front of the table, a big man with a bad face, and in front of him sat the old and ugly person in his mouth.

The big man was led away by a young man, and there was only one person left at the table and chair.

Zhao Li's body suddenly froze.

The soft orange light spilled down from the lotus-shaped lampholder, and the woman in the long purple dress crossed one leg, revealing her white ankles, soft shoes woven with gold, her bare arm skin shrouded in pale clouds, black hair like clouds, and one hand on her cheek, as if in contemplation.

The eyes are bright, and there is a beautiful mole at the corner of the mouth.

Even if such a woman sits quietly, she is like a blooming flower, which can attract bees and butterflies.

Zhao Li's eyes widened, and Wu Zhu's memory suddenly became clear-

That Wu Zhu only saw him from a distance, and the woman who was unforgettable in death came to mind, and then quickly corresponded to the woman in front of him, exactly the same, the shriveled old man's Wu Zhu and the appearance of the woman in front of him formed a huge contrast.

As if his gaze was too direct, the pensive woman looked up.

Those eyes met Zhao Li's vibrating eyes.