Throw the teacup, and five fingers fall down.

It was extremely smooth and natural, and it just landed on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella.

The fine snow let out an unbearable long roar.

From the moment Ning Yi moved his killing intent, the heart lake was no longer calm, absorbing the divinity of the divine pool after Xu Qingyan's accumulation for many days, and the pool was boiling, flowing back and forth on the fine snow sword, rolling like thunder.

It's just that this rolling thunder was hidden in the sheath before.

Ning Yi held down Xu Qingyan's hand.

The hat settled, and Xu Qingyan closed his eyes.

And then there is—

Draw your sword.

Thunder is cathartic!

Inside the tea house, it was as bright as day.

Yu Huan, a gray-haired old man who was sitting at the end of the corridor, seemed to have seen a thunderbolt with his naked eyes, and he didn't have time to cover his face with his hands, the sword qi rushed in, the old man's hoarse voice was drowned in the wave of sword qi, the back of his head slammed against the wall, the person turned over on his back, and his tears fell uncontrollably, connecting the dots into a line.

The eyes of several scholars were silver-white, and they were like this when they opened and closed their eyes, and there was also a "buzzing" sound in their ears.

Nothing can be heard, nothing can be seen.

In the "slow" time, the sound of the wind bursting, swept in.

A huge body flew out in an instant, embedded in the stone wall of the tea house.

The squall stopped.

Yu Huan gasped for breath, and he slowly regained his composure

In the midst of the difficulty, the old man got up, struggling to move back to the chair little by little, because of the high level of cultivation, his eyesight recovered the fastest, and the maidservants on both sides stood in place in a daze, tears rippling, because without warning he "received" the sword qi with the naked eye.

The sword just now really came to the world like thunder.

Pang Shan's qi has long been cut off, the bones of his body have been twisted by the sword qi to the point of not being human, the flesh and bones have not yet been separated, this sword is handed out, like an axe splitting an old tree, and his soul is shattered in an instant.

In the eastern glazed jar, it is said that there is an extremely mysterious spell that can make people "come back from the dead", and the "people with lofty ideals" under the command of Han Yue are willing to die, and even not afraid of death, it is for this reason that no matter how big the injury is, as long as Mr. Ganlu is willing to treat, then in the glazed jar, you can find an intact body and put its soul back into the body.

The body is like a lamp, and the soul is like a core.

Rekindle the soul fire.

The fruit of the Tao is not extinguished.

Today's "Pang Shan" can't die anymore, not to mention Mr. Ganlu's shot, even if Da Luo Jinxian descends to earth, there is no way to save it.

The seven souls and six spirits were all scattered.

There was only sword qi left in his body.

And the initiator who handed out the sword was sitting on the chair at the moment, maintaining a posture of holding tea in one hand and sipping lightly.

The sword is unsheathed.

Ning Yi's tea cup was broken, and after handing over the sword, in order to maintain his "calm" bearing and cover his "dry mouth", he picked up the only porcelain cup left at hand.

Well, it's sweet and fragrant, how come this tea isn't bitter at all?

Ning Yi was silent for a moment and figured out the reason.

This is what Miss Xu has drunk.

He slowly turned his head and saw a scene that couldn't help laughing, at this moment, Xu Qingyan was still very obedient with his eyes closed, his expression was worried, and Ning Yi's fingers were interlocked, his palms were against each other, and he was sweating, thinking that he was quite nervous.

Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief, moved slowly, and stretched out to put the tea back on the table.

Thankfully, I didn't see it.

The wind swept through the private room, blowing Miss Xu's sideburns, and the hat and veil swayed together.

In the space of only two people, the girl's nervous voice came softly.

"Mr. Ning Yi, can I open my eyes?"

"Wait!"

Ning Yi hurriedly put the tea cup on the table, then patted the dust of the robe that fell on his body, and coughed lightly: "It's okay." ”

Xu Qingyan slowly opened his eyes.

Bright eyes, swaying waves.

Even through a veil.

It's still heart-wrenching.

Ning Yi sighed lightly in his heart, Xu Qingyan, Xu Qingyan, woe water, woe water.

This is indeed the most beautiful face in the world, and there is no one.

He let go of the girl's hand in his palm and said softly: "It's already killed, the scene on the other side is a bit bloody, so don't think too much." ”

Xu Qingyan nodded and hummed softly.

Her palms were sweating profusely.

Ning Yi thought it was because of fear, fear, and disgust.

But it's not.

Xu Qingyan exhaled, her chest continued to rise and fall, she picked up her tea cup with both hands, the surface of the porcelain cup still had Ning Yi's temperature, so it felt warm to the touch, the tea house at this moment fell into a dead silence, the girl's brain was also a little blank, subconsciously bent her knees, squatted on the chair, wrapped her arms, and sipped the tea one by one.

She tried to make herself laugh easily, and lowered her voice: "That sword just now, sir, used my 'divinity'?"

Ning Yi gestured to Miss Xu with her eyes, the voice in the private room would not come out, and she could let go of her voice to speak.

He nodded helplessly, "Yes." ”

Xu Qingyan's expression was actually three points more happy, she exhaled her depression, and said briskly: "That gentleman killed people with his sword today, and he also had Qingyan's help?"

Ning Yi's eyes were strange, and he nodded: "If there is no divinity, it is impossible to kill so easily, so, it really has to be counted according to merit, these are all your credits." ”

Xu Qingyan lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Qingyan doesn't want to do things, Qingyan can help a little, and now in my heart, I am very happy." ”

The Spring Breeze Tea House is silent.

Yu Huan's fire resistance technique blew up the house, and the red lantern burned inside and outside, and the fire became bigger and bigger.

But after Ning Yi's "One Sword Wind and Thunder" was handed out, the entire teahouse was first bright and then dark.

All the flames were extinguished.

It seems that there is a god standing on the top of a high mountain, blowing out the fire with a long breath, and the four walls of the teahouse are still rolling with a cold wind of gloom, blowing people to the bones and cooling to the bone marrow.

In the stone walls and pits of the tea house, there is still the crackling sound of thunder.

The fine arc of thunder exploded on the body of "Pang Shan" and swam away.

In fact, this sword, Ning Yi just handed it out casually, his natal sword heart, is still in the exploration stage, the wind and thunder will roll on this sword, it is purely a coincidence, if you do it again, it may become a simple sword intent, similar to freezing or flame burning, all rely on the luck of heaven in case the sword intent is handed out, it is a certain realm that Pang Shan is not afraid of, then Ning Yi's long-standing sword is handed out, it is very likely that he will not be able to chisel this "Giant Spirit Sect Martial Artist", and there will be some troubles in the future.

Yu Huan couldn't believe it.

With the youth of that divine thought, it is very likely that they are the younger generation of the four realms today, and many holy mountain saints are only the nine realms, and the most difficult battle is recognized as a physical fight with a body refining cultivator, and it often takes hundreds of rounds to fight, and the opponent has rough skin and thick flesh, and often has to fall into a battle of qi and machine wrestling, for example, once he is a little careless just now, he may be smashed to death by a punch from a body refining cultivator.

The cultivation of that "young man" is unknown.

A sword scuttled to the death of the messenger surnamed Pang, this matter, the more I look at it, the more I feel like a fantasy.

Wind and Thunder Sword Intent?

Where is this sacred?

Yu Huan arched his hand, facing the direction of the private room, his face was solemn, and he said hoarsely: "Sir, thank you!"

Ning Yi did not respond.

He just said lightly: "Today's events have nothing to do with me, Lord Yu remember." ”

Yu Huan smiled: "Naturally remember"

Halfway through speaking, the old man's expression became a little strange.

At the door of the teahouse, a ray of light poured out, and a gap was opened.

The creaky broken wooden door, after Pang Shan entered, he did not forget to paste a "breath-holding talisman" from the east, and the outside world could not see what was happening inside, and now the talisman was torn off and pasted on.

There were two people, a man and a woman, and the man was carrying two things in his hands.

One is his favorite red lantern.

On the other hand, he let it go, and his bones rolled on the ground, and on the way he came across some firewood that was still alive, and suddenly it rekindled, and the fire was noisy for a moment, and then annihilated into ashes.

It was a human head.

The young man said softly, "Sir is drinking tea in my tea house, so you are in a hurry to leave?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

He poked out a divine thought, but he couldn't detect the depth of the other party.

The man sighed and said, "I haven't had time to thank Mr. for his rescue." ”

Ning Yi said calmly: "Big boss?"

Listening to its voice, it is not the one from the West, and it should have nothing to do with the West.

"It's not a big boss, it's just a grass farmer in Tiandu City, who likes to drink wine, make tea, and have some spare money in his hand, so he opened a teahouse and a restaurant. ”

Step by step, the young man kicked the head in a relaxed tone and moved slowly.

He stopped.

The bloody human head rolled down the hallway of the teahouse.

Quiet and silent.

The human head was confused, obviously when the master was cut off, and he had not yet reacted.

Zhou Tingchao.

A young man with a ball-tied head, with a woman in red wrapped around his arms, stopped in front of the curtain in the private room.

The two did not enter.

Through a curtain.

The young man let out a soft "huh", he looked at the hooded girl with a smile, and said softly, "It's so coincidental"

Suddenly realized, the young man sighed, "This is the gentleman you like very much?"

Xu Qingyan was stunned at first, she didn't expect that the big boss of the Chunfeng Tea House would be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince she met in Songshan.

Now that I think about it, it makes sense.

When the prince said "Mr. I like it very much", Xu Qingyan's face turned red and he couldn't say a word.

According to legend, the prince is extravagant, wandering in the land of fireworks all day long, and is an incompetent person.

The young man in front of him, with a ball on his head, had a pale face due to the perennial wine, and there was a deep sense of laziness and fatigue in his bones.

That's exactly what it is.

But Ning Yi and the prince looked at each other.

In the prince's eyes, under the careless gaze.

There was a knife hidden.

He bowed and praised softly: "Mr. Ning Yi's sword just now is really magnificent, and it is not inferior to Xu Zang's predecessors back then." ”