In the city of Yangzhou, there are a total of five large markets. Among them, the South Gate Market facing the Yangtze River is the most prosperous. Yinfeng Pavilion Restaurant is located in the South Gate Market.

Cheng Li changed into civilian clothes, and together with Guan'er, who was dressed in men's clothes, rode through the South Gate Market and dismounted in front of the Yinfeng Pavilion Restaurant. However, the whole building is three floors high, covering a wide area, and the restaurant with luxurious decoration looks quite deserted at the moment. Although there are many pedestrians, they dare not approach the restaurant, and they have already avoided it from a distance.

The reason is that the main entrance of the restaurant, which should have been the place where the shopkeeper welcomes customers, is now occupied by two rows on the left and right, a total of sixteen men who have finished their strong outfits. These sixteen men in strong suits, each of them hung a long sword at their waists, pressed the hilt of the sword with their hands, held their heads high, and their momentum was fierce. At a glance, you can tell that you must have blood on your hands. The sword at the waist is not just for decoration.

Seeing Cheng Li and Guan'er approaching, the sixteen men in strong suits immediately lit up their eyes, and the green tendons of their right hand pressing the hilt of the sword protruded slightly, and their muscles were obviously tense, and they were ready to go.

One of them, a man in a strong suit, took two steps forward. He shouted in a deep voice: "What kind of person? Today, this Yinfeng Pavilion has been contracted by our Huashan faction. Idlers are not allowed to trespass. If you dare to disobey, you will be killed!"

The other fifteen men in strong suits immediately shouted in unison, "There is no forgiveness for killing!" The shouts were majestic and full of murderous aura, and the tiles on the eaves of the restaurant were also shaken to the point of continuous clanging. The momentum is very majestic.

But in Cheng Li's eyes, this only made him feel very ridiculous. You need to know that since Cheng Li's debut, he has experienced many big scenes. Not to mention anything else, the fact that he crossed the river a few days ago and attacked at night and broke 5,000 Japanese with 300 soldiers is by no means imaginable by ordinary people in the martial arts.

But these disciples of the Huashan Sect actually tried to rely on these sixteen people to give Cheng Li a dismount?

Cheng Li snorted coldly, and didn't even bother to deal with these sixteen Huashan disciples, Shi Shiran walked straight to the restaurant.

Of course, it is impossible for the sixteen Huashan disciples not to know Cheng Li. Even if we have never met before, we have already seen the portrait. It's just that the Huashan faction has always regarded itself very highly, thinking that it is a famous and decent person, and it doesn't take Cheng Li, a doorless and factionless person like him, in his eyes. That's why I specially stayed here, and I wanted to give Cheng Li a look.

Seeing that Cheng Li didn't take himself and the others seriously at all, these sixteen Huashan disciples were furious. Sixteen people subconsciously drew their swords, and at the same time shouted: "Stop! Who dares to ......?"

Before the cheers fell, a burst of laughter like silver bells had already drifted by. Wan'er unleashed the Heavenly Demon Body Method, turned into a fragrant wind, and swept past the sixteen Huashan disciples.

In an instant, I could only hear a series of soft sounds of "Titicaca Titica~", but it was the sixteen long swords that had been pulled out of the sheath by the disciples of Huashan, and suddenly broke off from it and slid down into the sheath again. However, the sixteen Huashan disciples were not aware of this at all, and continued to hold the half-truncated sword and pull it out.

Waiting for these sixteen Huashan disciples to find out that something was wrong and wanted to cover it up quickly, they suddenly felt numb on their bodies. So, they turned into clay sculptures and wood carvings, and stood in front of the door of the restaurant, maintaining the posture of drawing their swords, motionless. However, in their hands, they only held half of the severed sword. At first glance, where is there any murderous spirit? The only thing left is just funny and embarrassing.

Breaking sixteen long swords in an instant is not difficult for Wan'er. It is also not difficult to seal the acupoints of these sixteen Huashan disciples in an instant, so that they cannot move.

The difficulty lies in the fact that the strength is divided into two parts, the broken sword comes first, and the sealing hole comes later. If it happens that the sixteen Huashan disciples pulled out the broken sword before they were sealed and unable to move, the ingenious use of the strength in it can be called a must. It is absolutely impossible to do it unless the mastery of one's own strength has reached the level of meticulousness.

Such attainments, not long ago at the foot of Mount Tai when I first met, Guan'er was still unable to do it. It can be seen that after this period of "demon raising", her cultivation has taken a big step forward.

Cheng Li nodded appreciatively and reached out to rub her hair. Then he crossed the threshold of the gate with his hands behind his back and entered the restaurant.

What I saw was a full seventy or eighty sturdy men dressed in various costumes, divided into several tables, each sitting in the lobby of the restaurant. Judging from the clothes on their bodies and the long swords they wore at their waists, in addition to the disciples of Huashan, the disciples of the four major sword sects such as Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong, and Qingcheng were also present.

Guan'er didn't look at these disciples of the Seven Great Sword Sects at all, but instead looked up at the second floor of the restaurant. He said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, there are masters on the second floor." ”

Cheng Li bowed slightly, stood still, sneered and raised his voice: "The Seven Great Sword Sects are so famous in the martial arts, it turns out that it is better to be famous than to meet, but they are just such a group of rude people. Let's go back. ”

Wan'er understood and smiled sweetly: "Okay." Brother Cheng. Anyway, you have to watch the tricks, where do you have to watch them? You can't afford to come here and watch people play monkeys. While speaking, she affectionately grabbed Cheng Li's arm and was about to turn around and leave with him.

In this way, the disciples of the seven major sects in the restaurant couldn't help but be dumbfounded. No matter how many calculations you make, all kinds of ingenuity, how can people not accept it at all. If Cheng Li is allowed to leave, even if the seven major factions are unwilling, the matter will become a big joke when it spreads to the rivers and lakes. But to force the guests, the seven major factions really don't have the courage.

Since this road is not working, then of course another path will have to be taken another way. In an instant, only a long laugh was heard, and a person walked down the stairs and quickly down the second floor. But he is a man in his fifties, dough and live like a famous businessman. He had a swarthy abacus tied around his waist, which should have been made of fine iron. There is also an iron pen cast in brass. Laughing before speaking, it is also very gratifying.

The middle-aged businessman was full of joy, stepped forward and bowed respectfully, and said: "The disciple in Xiahuashan, surnamed Wang, is a real price. See the process of the owner. The head of my house is already waiting upstairs. Master Cheng, and this girl, please come together. ”

Wan'er smiled: "Oh, it turns out that you are the head disciple of Huashan Mixed Yuan Sect, and the king of the rivers and lakes is called the 'copper pen and iron abacus'?"

Wang Yuanshi said with a smile: "It's down, it's down." ”

Guan Er Yanran said: "The copper pen and iron abacus are above the rivers and lakes, and they are also famous people. It's just ......"

After a pause, Guan'er's face sank suddenly, and he shouted: "After all, it's just a second-generation disciple." Who is my eldest brother Cheng? The dignified Duke of Wei Yanguo, who holds the power of the Yulin Army. and the Golden Dragon Gang Li gang leader to form a righteous Jinlan, the original free villa, and the shock of Liaodong.

Ren Daoran actually only sent a second-generation disciple like you to greet him? Hehe, so majestic, so evil. It's a pity that this is not Huashan, and it is not his turn to come here to be powerful. ”

Wang Price's face changed greatly, and he stammered: "This girl, isn't it ...... No, no, no, my head is not ......"

Guan'er didn't care what he said, just sneered: "Brother Cheng, some people just don't have any eyesight, and they will never know how many catties and taels they have." We're not his parents, so there's no need to get used to their stinky problems. Since the head of Huashan refuses to come down, he has to put up a shelf, haha, let him put himself on it until it is good enough. Let's go. Not to mention, just hold Cheng Li and turn around.