In a moment, a person walked into the teahouse.

The appearance is ugly, the eyes are sharp, there is a bit of ruthlessness between the eyebrows, and the appearance is a little old.

His gaze swept over the lobby, and some of them hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Poisonous Bee Sword Qian Heng, he actually came!"

"Nothing is going to happen today!"

Originally, in the lobby, everyone was drinking tea and wine, waiting for the arrival of the two dueling, which was quite comfortable and pleasant.

As soon as Qian Heng came, everyone felt uncomfortable, and most of their good mood was gone.

Li Qiu's eyes moved.

There have always been only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

Poison is feared and hated.

On the rivers and lakes, if someone generally has a poisonous word in his nickname.

This person is either good at using poison to kill people, or his martial arts are ruthless, or he is vicious and despicable.

What's more, like Qian Heng, all three!

He has a small amount of energy, is ruthless and holds grudges, and his swordsmanship is tricky, but he can still smear poison on his sword.

Therefore, although he had only entered the fifth realm for the first time, some masters who were relatively powerful in the fifth realm were unwilling to fight him.

After that, another person walked into the teahouse.

Forty or fifty years old, tiger eyes and lion nose, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes can hardly hide the majesty of the face, the body is majestic, carrying a pair of four-edged iron maces, flashing cold light.

Shuanglong Gong Qinguan, the master of the fifth realm, is famous on the rivers and lakes.

The crowd looked at him with fear and fear.

When Qian Heng saw it, his face was a little jealous.

He ordered some wine and food, sat in the lobby and ate slowly, ignoring everyone as nothing, and his gestures were quite powerful.

Li Qiu swept over the pair of iron shovels behind Qin Guan and paid a slight attention to it.

Because of the internal strength and the prohibition of the imperial court, people who walk the rivers and lakes, whether they are masters or not, generally carry short weapons.

Among them, swords are the majority.

Although they are both short weapons, they are not very common.

The mace is cumbersome and laborious, and the lethality is worse than that of the sword, and it can break through the armor and hit, so there are more people in the army.

Qin Guan walked the rivers and lakes, not using swords, but making swords.

Because the mace can break the armor, it can also drain the internal strength!

A pair of heavy blows can greatly make up for the gap between the internal strength of the two sides!

Just like when Wang Chengkong smashed the long sword in Yang Fang's hand with a palm in the air.

It will never happen if it is placed on the Qinguan double gong.

Maybe he can still rely on his double skills to fight Wang Chengkong in a few moves before he loses.

However, such a pair of heavy blows, although fierce and unstoppable among the martial artists of the same realm.

But the strength can't last long, once you can't take the opponent within dozens of moves, your strength will plummet like a cliff.

The mace and the sword can only be said to have their own advantages and disadvantages, and the mace has relatively high requirements for the user.

The weight is heavy, and those who are not strong cannot use it freely.

Therefore, the rivers and lakes are flooded with swords, but few people use them, and those who use them are either fools or masters.

The mace method is similar to the sword technique and knife technique, which is nothing more than blocking, stabbing, splitting, sweeping, and teasing.

Qin Guan came to see Zhang Qingyu and Yue Mingqiu fighting, with the same purpose as other Jianghu people who used swords and swords.

Observe the sword moves of the two, learn or get some inspiration from them, and take the martial arts moves one step further.

There were gradually more people in the lobby, and except for Qin Guan and Qian Heng, there were no decent masters.

Zhang Qingyu and Yue Mingqiu, the two competed for the title of the first sword in the north, and the matter was not a big deal.

However, there are very few masters above the fifth realm in the world, and they are still distributed all over Daqi.

When the news broke, the day of the duel was approaching.

It was already very unexpected for two Fifth Realm masters to arrive.

It's just that these two masters who came don't have a good reputation on the rivers and lakes.

Another three people with swords walked into the inn, their eyes swept over the lobby, paused slightly on Qin Guan and the two, and hurriedly looked away in panic after recognizing the two.

The people in the lobby were almost full, Qin Guan and Qian Heng sat at a table alone, and no one dared to step forward.

The eyes of the three fell to Li Qiu's table.

The leader's eyes lit up, and he walked towards Li Qiu's table with two straight faces.

Li Qiu heard footsteps and looked up.

When he saw the three of them, he regarded him as nothing, and wanted to pull out the bench and sit down.

Li Qiu put down the teacup and said coldly: "Change the table and sit!"

One of them, with a fierce appearance, his eyes glaring and his expression irritable, touched the hilt of the sword, and drew the knife from its sheath in a gesture.

"Orion, what do you say!"

"The three of us brothers are sitting at the same table with you, and you dare to tell us to go away!"

The man at the head stopped the man and looked at Li Qiu carefully.

Seeing that Li Qiu was wearing brocade clothes, the longbow placed on the table was extremely extraordinary.

His face changed slightly, he smiled, spoke politely, and hugged his fists.

"This brother, please make it convenient for everyone to walk the rivers and lakes!"

Li Qiu's eyes narrowed, his gaze was a little unkind, and he suddenly looked at him in a cold tone.

"I'll tell you to change tables and sit at a different table!"

The person at the head was stabbed by Li Qiu's gaze, his eyebrows were tight, like a mang's back, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

It was as if someone had drawn a bow and an arrow aimed at his head, a feeling that life and death were strongly threatened!

The man at the head trembled and looked at the longbow that Li Qiu had placed on the table.

The bow was clearly placed on the table and was not picked up.

But just one look at me makes me feel this way......

The head of the man trembled, forced a few smiles on his stiff face, bowed down and clenched his fists, and apologized to Li Qiu.

"This little brother is really annoying, the three of us will change tables and sit. ”

No man shall be disguised, and no sea shall be measured.

Or don't use your life to test whether the person in front of you is hidden or false.

If you are not careful, you really meet a master, and there is only one life.

Face is nothing compared to life.

"Big brother?" one of them looked at him in confusion when he heard the words of the leader.

Why did you ...... all of a sudden?

"Don't speak!" the leader turned his head and whispered, then turned his head and smiled stiffly.

"Let's go, let's go!"

His face was ugly, and he pulled the two of them to walk away quickly with their heads down.

Go to the other corner of the lobby and find a place to sit down.

In the lobby, many people saw this scene.

Looking at Li Qiu's gaze, in addition to curiosity, there was a little jealousy.

I can't figure out how he scared the three of them away without showing his martial arts.

I'm afraid this person is not simple.

The three of them walked away, and Li Qiu continued to drink tea peacefully, as if nothing had happened.

"The two agreed that in the next three moments, they will revisit the banks of the Qing River and compete with each other!"

"Calculate the time now, it should be almost up, how can you ......?"

Someone was muttering under their breath.

"Master, please. ”

There was a sound at the door of the teahouse.

With a sword behind him and a sword in his hand, an ordinary-looking young man stopped at the door of the teahouse and stretched out his hand.

A middle-aged man with a sturdy body, a focused gaze, and a faint smile on his face walked in.

Qingying Sword Zhang Qingyu!

"Senior Zhang, please come here. ”

Someone immediately beckoned to give up a seat at the table.

"I've seen Senior Zhang. ”

Some people stood up one after another and saluted Zhang Qingyu.