Wen Yiming's dishes and chopsticks were taken away by the young man, so he had to ask the bartender to add another pair, chatted with the clouds and ate, and did not say anything to the young man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man didn't show any embarrassment, helped Wen Yiming pour the wine, and was about to speak with a smile, when the scar-faced Wu Xiu had already walked over with a few people, leaned over on the table, glanced at Wen Yiming, smiled, and said to the young man: "Martial artist, I have never seen you have such a garbage friend, Cui Lang!

Before the young man could speak, Scarface Wu Xiu turned his head and looked at Wen Yiming contemptuously, and said, "Don't play tricks on Lao Tzu, let me ask you, do you know him?"

In the late stage of the third layer of the Great Martial Arts, Wen Yiming had already seen through the cultivation of this scar-faced martial artist, and he was a little higher than the young man named Cui Lang. The fierce people who followed him were slightly lower than the cultivation of this Scarface, and there was a crocodile embroidered on the chest of his clothes, Wen Yiming estimated that this was the mark of Scarface's martial arts cultivation team, but in his eyes, he remembered the crocodile brand in his previous life.

Seeing that the corners of Wen Yiming's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a smile, Scarface slapped on the table, splashing the wine he had just poured everywhere.

"Dumb, didn't you hear Lao Tzu's question? Miscellaneous, get out of here!"

When you first enter Northern Xinjiang, you need to be cautious and low-key, but Wen Yiming will not blindly pretend to be cowardly because of this; the hand holding the chopsticks poured the true yuan, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Cui Lang pull the scar face away, and said lightly: "Lai Qi, it has nothing to do with him, if you want to bet, just take it!"

The scarface known as Ritchie glared at Wen Yiming fiercely, before he looked away, and when he saw the clouds, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and then a touch of loss was revealed, and he sneered: "It's hard to come to a woman but she doesn't have the slightest posture, fuck, this look and figure are seductive, what's the name of the little girl? Are you interested in joining my crocodile mercenary group?"

"Reich, don't you want to gamble, don't ink, go!" Cui Lang shook his head slightly at Wen Yiming, who had a sneer on his face, and urged at the same time.

Lai Qi shook his finger at Cui Lang, and whispered at the corner of his mouth: "Lao Tzu wants you to teach you how to do things?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to push Wen Yiming away to pull the clouds, and the ugly scar face was about to rot with banter.

"Get out!" Wen Yiming exuded a coldness and shouted in a low voice, not even looking at Reich.

"Nima, look for death!" Reich reacted after a moment's stunned moment, and raised his hand in the midst of the scar twitching to slap Gavin's head.

Under the heavy pressure of the strong wind, Wen Yiming's snow scattered in an instant.

In the land of northern Xinjiang, if you don't make a move, you will fight for life and death; everyone knows the truth that if you don't die, you will be bitten, since Wen Yiming is ready to make a move, under different circumstances, he also has a different change of mentality, and as early as when he is ready to make a move, he has already started to kill in his heart.

Although I don't have an in-depth understanding of the folk customs of Northern Xinjiang, I also know it well in the introduction of previous books and other people's discussions.

Shaking his arms and shaking his hands, he did not hesitate to explode the essence blood of the spirit ruin space, how could there be room for cross-level combat, even in the case of Reich's ignorance of the enemy, Wen Yiming would not be lucky.

He's going to kill with one blow!

'Bang!'

The essence blood exploded, and the sacrificial blow erupted.

'Poof!'

There was no dull thump, only the sound of a ruin breaking through the flesh.

From beginning to end, Wen Yiming didn't turn his head to look at Reich, he didn't even get up, his left hand held the sky and used the most soft power to remove Reich's cover and pressure palm, and his right fist had burst out in an instant.

Ritch was punched in the abdomen, but it didn't fly out upside down, which made the eyes of the people behind and on the side of Ritch widen, and there was a hint of shock and fear in their fierce eyes.

Cui Lang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and what caught his eye was Wen Yiming's right fist straight into Lai Qi's abdomen, and the bloody fist penetrated directly through his waist and back, shaking a section of his spine into bloody flesh, extremely bloody.

In the Western Regions, he can keep a low profile, but no matter how low-key he is in the Northern Regions, even if he is bullied into a dog, no one will sympathize.

This was Ling Yaohe's reminder to him on the road.

'Whoa!'

At this time, the wooden chair under Wen Yiming turned into a pile of debris and scattered on the ground, and it was the violent force that instantly shattered the wooden chair under him.

Pulling out a fist full of blood, Wen Yiming took out a white cloth to wipe the blood away, and Reich fell to the ground with his eyes straight, and the blood hole on his abdomen gushed blood, turning up pieces of shattered flesh and skin, flowing in the trajectory of blood.

"Uhhh

Wen Yiming lightly threw away the dirty white cloth, glanced coldly at Cui Lang, who was a little dazed, and poured his wine jug and drank it himself.

Wen Yiming has seen a lot of bloody scenes in the rain of bullets, and the people killed by high-explosive grenades are even bloodier than this scene, Wen Yiming can do one step as an instructor, and he has never seen any scene. People say that they have never eaten pork, and they have seen pigs run, and those movies of "Ten Tortures" in their previous lives are disgusting just by watching them, in comparison, these are all pediatrics.

"You... You dare to kill the vice-captain of my crocodile regiment, you... You kid is dead!" a scorched bearded martial artist pointed at Wen Yiming and threatened fiercely, and then dragged Ritch's body out of the tavern in a hurry, dragging a large bloody path on the ground, on which there were still some fragments of viscera falling on it.

The surrounding drinkers did not get up, as if they were commonplace, chatted casually for a few words, then turned back and continued to shout for the drinking order, and the tavern resumed the noise just now.

The shopkeeper only frowned slightly, tilted his neck at the bartender, and continued to settle the score, and the wooden bartender seemed to deal with these things regularly, holding a broom and a rag with a blank face to simply clean the blood from the hall.

After a while, Cui Lang smiled awkwardly, no longer sitting next to Wen Yiming, but sat down with a smile in a different position, and moved the chopsticks he used just now.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll borrow flowers to offer Buddha this cup of wine, and I'll make a compensatory to my brother. Cui Lang poured himself a cup, and Chao Wen Yiming said.

Wen Yiming didn't have a bad feeling for Cui Lang, at least he stood up and spoke at the last moment, but this kind of scoundrel character is very easy to implicate people, if he doesn't have the strength to fight beyond the level, he doesn't believe that Cui Lang can keep him and Yunduo, and the result is self-evident, so he is a little angry.

Seeing that Wen Yiming and Yun Duo ignored themselves, Cui Lang smiled, raised his glass and drank it all, put away his smile, and said, "Under Cui Lang, the three-star mercenary group, uh... Brother, you can join our team of mercenaries, or I'll bet you that the crocodile men will get you in trouble when their captain returns from Blackrock. ”

Wen Yiming looked up at Cui Lang and said secretly, this person can be responsible for his mistakes, and it is not bad if he didn't leave, so he said lightly: "Like today, I want to know how many people you have implicated?"

Cui Lang was silent for a moment, but he was also single, and said with his fists clenched: "Brother has to teach you a lesson." However, I bet with you, I, Cui Lang, have never deliberately harmed anyone, and I am in the mood to implicate you today, and I have not thought it through. ”

Wen Yiming didn't dwell on this matter anymore, people have already connected to pay compensation, and it seems too stingy if he cares about it again. What's more, he thinks that in northern Xinjiang, there should be very few people like Cui Lang.

"Cui Lang!" Wen Yiming smiled, "I'll ask you about something!"

"You say. Cui Lang saw that Wen Yiming no longer cared, and once again resumed his smiling face.

Wen Yiming said: "Do you know a person named Zeng Tianyou, also known as the Gun King......

Before he finished speaking, he saw Cui Lang raise his hand and shake it violently, blinking his eyes and whispering: "Shhhhh

When Wen Yiming finished speaking, he had already seen many people looking at it from the afterglow, all frowning slightly.