In this tavern, there is almost no one who Fan Huachang does not know. He came every day, still sitting in a fixed position, and although he never participated in those glamorous activities, he was not withdrawn.

Some martial artists are down, and they will come to him to ask for a glass of wine, and he never refuses. And more than half of the martial artists in this tavern are down-and-out.

Coming and going, even if he comes late one day, the place where he usually sits will be deliberately left by everyone.

The core disciples of Fenghuomen are already high-ranking existences in the eyes of everyone, but he is obsessed with this tavern, and many martial artists say that Brother Fan seems to be in love with our Mei Niang!

Fan Huachang has a gentle temperament, and he has never seen an argument with anyone in this tavern for several years. Today's shot, many martial artists surrounded him.

Although they believe that with Brother Fan's strength and identity, they will never suffer, but the momentum is also good!

The bench flew out and swirled in, with the sound of the wind.

The martial artist had to flip his wrist back and block the stool first.

The bench was blocked by a long knife, but it drew an arc in the air, and it could stop under Mei Niang. Mei Niang pounced and happened to be caught by the bench, saving a dog from the embarrassment of gnawing on the mud.

Even from the layman's point of view, this style is quite ingenious, and I can't help but shout hello!

When Fan Huachang kicked out, it was not a simple kick, the moment the toe was provoked, the heel knocked out, and this bench already had the flexibility of rotation. The martial artist's casual grid is just a shaft for the bench.

The martial artist returned to this block, only to feel that his hand was empty, there was no place to exert his strength, and his body was staggering, so he fell to the ground, where could he still hold back the anger in his heart?

"Where did the wild seed come from, dare to come to find grandpa's bad luck?"

The martial artist scolded angrily, turned over, and the long knife in his hand was unsheathed, pointing in the direction where the bench was flying.

This loud scolding sounded unreasonable in the ears of the onlookers.

Fan Huachang didn't get up at all when he hit the flying stool, obviously just to block that shot for Mei Niang, and he didn't have the intention of fighting.

This martial artist was the first to strike, and now he is still speaking ill of each other, how can everyone give up?

What's more, Fan Huachang is here all the year round, and everyone in this hall is also an acquaintance and friend, how can he not be aspiring?

"How do you speak? Grew up eating dung? If you can't hurt people, you have to make trouble, when this is the place? ”

"I've never seen it, what is it? Dare to tease Brother Fan, be careful of being beaten out of! ”

Several big men shouted and cursed, but no one made a move. Fan Huachang's strength, they know it, this kind of trivial matter, there is no need for a group fight, it is just a strong momentum.

The martial artist glanced around and sneered: "What? A bunch of indiscriminate things, want to bully grandpa with more people? The one who dared to move, Lao Tzu cut off his dog's head! That kid on the other side, come here! ”

Pointing at Fan Huachang with the long knife in his hand, this martial artist didn't pay attention to the people in the tavern at all.

Seeing that the onlookers were already gearing up, the martial artist sitting next to him slowly pulled out a small flag from his bosom, slammed it on the table, and said loudly: "The gate guards of the royal palace, performing official duties here, those who dare to disturb will be killed!" ”

In the sound of inhalation, the tavern, which was boiling and noisy just now, instantly quieted down.

The gate guard of the royal palace is the foundation of the Yunlong Martial Arts Pavilion, and in this kind of lowest-level place, he simply has the right to kill and kill! Who dares to mess with?

Mei Niang, who was still climbing on the bench, heard the words "Royal Palace Gate Guard", trembled, quickly got up, piled up a smile on her face, and said: "Two masters, at first glance, they are nobles and magnanimous. Everything is my fault, I will make amends to you, why be angry? ”

"You? A! Lay down and kowtow to me three times first! The standing martial artist saw that all the martial artists around him were suppressed, held his head high, glanced at Mei Niang, and snorted coldly disdainfully.

"Okay! As long as you can degasse, I'll give you a few more! Mei Niang accompanied her carefully, and she was about to kneel down when she flirted with her skirt. For her, as long as these two masters don't look for trouble anymore, it's fine. With Brother Fan's temperament, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull off this face, and once the dispute starts, I will definitely suffer a big loss!

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"If you force her to kowtow, I will take your life! No other words! ”

Mei Niang's eyelids jumped violently, and when she looked sideways, Fan Huachang was still sitting steadily, but her eyes were solemn as never before. She didn't dare to knock her head down! She was afraid that this little brother would really make a move.

The people of the Cloud Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion can't be killed!

Not to mention that he is a core disciple of the Wind and Fire Sect, that is, the elder of the Wind and Fire Sect, if he dares to provoke the Cloud Dragon Martial Pavilion, it is also a dead end.

"Huh? Okay, I still ran into a hard bone! The martial artist was stunned for a moment, laughed out loud, pointed at Mei Niang with his left hand, and shouted: "Knock to the master!" I'd like to see if you've got hair on your guts! ”

The martial artist who was originally sitting also stood up, kicked the table next to him away, pulled out a chain dart from his waist, wrapped his right wrist around the chain, and held the seven-inch-long dart blade in his left hand!

Mei Niang hunched her waist like this, her knees trembled slightly, her wheezing voice became thicker and thicker, and the majesty on her chest almost broke the bandeau!

She didn't dare to move, she was afraid that any of her actions would cause a bloody battle. As long as there is a bloody battle, no matter what the battle situation is, she knows that Fan Huachang will definitely die.

"Slut, don't you dare to knock? Then take off your clothes and jump one in front of that kid! Even if the master gives him a step down! "The warrior with the sword, hehe, hehe, smiling. For him, the life and death of these people doesn't matter, Ming Whistle is boring, he is just having fun!

Mei Niang stalked her neck, but there was a bit of strength in her eyes.

After two years in this tavern, what shameful thing has not been done? Who doesn't know that her Mei Niang is willing to do anything for money.

But she just subconsciously felt that she couldn't take off her clothes today! What she took off was not her own shame, but Fan Huachang's face!

"Fan Huachang, why don't you make a move? Do you lose the courage to kill, or do you lose the knife to kill? Just by you, if you still want to go to Feng Wuwei, Lin Ruochen won't even look at you like this from the corner of his eye! ”

There seemed to be a voice shouting loudly in his heart, and Fan Huachang frowned slightly.

How many times, this demon-like voice would wander in his heart, and finally he suppressed it. But today, he just wants to release him!

"Mei Niang, look at it, your little brother Fan wants to kill someone, and it has nothing to do with whether he is a palace guard or not."

With a wine glass in one hand, Fan Huachang was on one foot, and his body almost floated out of his seat. In mid-air, the soles of my feet kicked on the edge of the table, and my body suddenly accelerated!

The martial artist only felt that his eyes were dark, and the long knife in his hand suddenly slashed out, but he didn't find any target at all.

Fan Huachang brushed by his side, and his left hand was just pinched in his throat, not even a trace of it! Even, when the martial artist's long knife was slashed out, the throat bone had actually been crushed!

Holding his throat with one hand, the martial artist's eyes widened, the aura in them slowly dissipated, and his body shrank on the bench at his feet.

The other martial artist shook his hand casually, and with a bang, the dart blade went straight to the back of Fan Huachang's head, but his steps involuntarily retreated.

He can see that this one he provoked this time is not a good stubble, and there is no pressure at all to kill people. It would be better for him to go first, and as for the matter of avenging his companions, leave it to others.

Fan Huachang seemed to forget his existence, bent down to help Mei Niang, who was still lying down, and threw the wine glass in his hand backwards.

The glass slammed against the dart and shattered with a crunch.

The dart head was hit by this, turned around and flew back, and the speed was several times faster than when it came!

The martial artist was still thinking about the escape route, and suddenly found that a cold light had come straight to his throat, and he dodged sideways, but he was already half a step too late, and the dart head penetrated through his throat and came out from the back of his head!

Poof, corpses fall to dust!

Such a chic and elegant move, but no one shouted well. Because two people from the Cloud Dragon Martial Arts Hall died!

Although it is only two dark powers, in Bagua City, they are not any masters, even in this tavern, if you really want to explore, there are three or five people with such strength, but they are people from the Yunlong Martial Arts.

No one thinks that Fan Huachang can still live.

The smile on Mei Niang's face has disappeared without a trace, and the beads of sweat dripping down the bean's size, rushing the rouge on her face out of the ravine.

took off the small bag hanging on his arm and stuffed it into Fan Huachang's arms, Mei Niang's voice was sharp and piercing: "Run!" Escape from Bagua City, escape from the ancient martial arts world, the farther away the better! ”

In front of her eyes, there was her husband's corpse floating around, and the knife on her back made her heart tighten suddenly! Suicide? Whoever stabs himself in the back with a special suicide!

Fan Huachang reached out and patted Mei Niang's cheek, re-hung the bag on her shoulder, and smiled very easily: "No need to escape, Fan Huachang is alive again, even if it is only a few hours, but this is the real Fan Huachang!" ”

"Fool! Fleeing, living, more important than anything else! ”

Mei Niang looked like crazy, raised her hand and slapped Fan Huachang's chest, wanting to push him out.

Fan Huachang shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold Mei Niang's arm, and walked steadily towards the place where he usually sits: "Come, today, Mei Niang will accompany my little brother to have a good drink!" ”

The drinkers of the tavern quietly dispersed, and there were not many people in the huge hall, even the bartender hid behind the bar, curled up, and secretly shivered.

The lights were still dim, and two corpses were lying on the ground, blood wafting out of the tavern.

Still in that corner, Fan Huachang leaned on the pillar next to him, stepped on the bench with one foot, and laughed unscrupulously.

Mei Niang finally gave up pushing him out of the tavern, simply threw her small bag on the ground, pulled up her messy hair, ripped off the thin shirt on her upper body, wrapped in a bandeau like this, grabbed a pot of good wine from the wine table next door, and put two wine glasses on the table.

Leaning her body into Fan Huachang's arms, Mei Niang raised the wine glass and handed it to his mouth.

"Anyway, if you want to die, don't think I'm dirty, before I die, Mei Niang will let you have a good time!"

After several times the strong wine, Fan Huachang's big hand hugged Mei Niang, who was almost a red fruit, and laughed heartily.

"Dirty? Those people are really dirty! I, Fan Huachang, will kill whoever I want from today onwards, just whether he should die or not! ”

Fan Huachang passed through Mei Niang's chest with one hand, supporting her chin, and pointed out the window with the other hand.