She secretly swore in her heart that when she saw the little emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, she would definitely ask him if there was anything that was not worthy of him!

Even if it was a refusal, Turandot felt that it should be his own refusal, and it would not be that guy's turn anyway.

The group, in the amazed eyes of many people, is getting farther and farther away from the port.

It didn't take long to get to the town.

It is said that it is a town, but in fact, the town in this era was just a few streets. Compared to the modern society, the town is really far from it, and even a slightly more prosperous village is not as good.

The ground is dirt roads with potholes. In some places, the pits are as deep as a person's calf.

In fact, Zhao Dongting once made a wise saying in the court, if you want to get rich, you must first build roads. However, now the government office on Quang Nam East Road does not even have the money to repair the road.

Occasionally, a carriage drove by, up and down, and you could hear the delicate voice of the lady inside, "Ouch, slow down, slow down, but I'm dead." ”

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Turandot couldn't help but snort softly.

She, the dignified princess, is still reduced to the point of walking here, they are riding in a carriage, what else is there to dislike?

There wasn't much time on the road, and the more Turandot walked, the more he felt his feet.

It's a pity that Huang Liujia and others are just indifferent to her little temper.

When they arrived at the streets of the town, the group found an inn and sat down. There were dozens of people, and more than a dozen tables were occupied at once.

This only made the innkeeper and the little guys smile from ear to ear, and saw that Huang Liujia and the others were dressed up as Jianghu people, so they had to be more polite.

Some timid diners hurriedly finished their meals and left the inn.

Some Jianghu people are very vicious, and they still make these people fear and hate.

The little guy didn't care, and asked Huang Liujia and the others with a smile on his face, "Are you visiting the guest or staying in the hotel?" ”

Huang Liujia already had a few strands of white hair on his head, but his momentum was a little more energetic than before.

After hard cultivation, he was now finally able to break through the Dragon Court and reach the Yuan Realm.

Looking at the little guy, he said: "Hit the tip, there is good food and drink come up quickly, we are in a hurry." ”

"Great!"

The little guy shouted and hurriedly ran towards the back kitchen.

The favorite in the inn is undoubtedly people like Huang Liujia.

Although the food and drink are good, there is no doubt that the master is not bad for money. And good food and drink means that the profit is greater than those ordinary dishes.

But in this humble inn, the definition of good food and drink is nothing more than beef balls, shellfish, and the wine made in the town. It's all featured.

Huang Liujia and the others untied their weapons behind their backs, put them on the table, and began to look at the rest of the diners in the inn.

Although there are dozens of them, they are still careful at this time.

The diners who had no intention of leaving were looked at uncomfortably by them, and soon left the inn.

Only Huang Liujia and his party were left in the inn, and their expressions suddenly relaxed. With such an important figure as Turandot, it is really impossible for them to be careless.

The little guy ran out of the back kitchen, and when he saw that the rest of the guests were gone, he was slightly stunned at first, and then he didn't care too much, so he only smiled and said: "Wait a minute, the guests will be fine immediately." ”

At this moment, two people walked in from outside the house.

The two are middle-aged and young. Behind them are all carrying swords, the middle-aged look is cold, but the young man is with a strong cunning.

As if they hadn't seen the imposing Huang Liujia and the others, they went straight to an empty table and sat down.

The young man patted the table and said with a grin: "Runaway, hurry up and get your beef balls, brine or something, I'm hungry master." ”

Huang Liujia and the others all looked at the middle-aged and young swordsmen.

The little guy suddenly noticed that something was wrong, shrunk his head, and replied, "Okay, you wait!" ”

Then he hurriedly ran to the back kitchen.

He suddenly felt that these people didn't seem to be good. They're not going to fight in the shop, are they?

This must not take the life of his relative, who is also the innkeeper and distant cousin?

He knew what an iron rooster his distant cousin was, and the marks on the table were scratched, but his heart ached for days.

And the shopkeeper standing behind the counter was also slightly worried at this time.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to do the business of Jianghu people. It's a pity that he is destined not to dare to drive Huang Liujia and the others out.

"What a pretty girl."

The young man was quite active, and when he saw the little servant leaving, his eyes wandered in the inn. When he saw Turandot, he immediately lit up and whistled.

"Humph!"

In this regard, Turandot naturally just snorted lightly and glanced at the young man angrily.

But the young man still laughed, and said, "With your appearance, you can also enter the eyes of my brother." Why don't I introduce you to that brother of mine? ”

Huang Liujia finally couldn't help but speak, "Young man, just eat, you have too many words." ”

The young man glared, "My mouth is on my face, do you have to agree to speak?" ”

He didn't seem to take Huang Liujia and the others in his eyes at all.

These words made many Wuding Hall worshippers stare at each other.

Hong Wutian and the others are in Zhenwu, and the real person in charge of Wuding Hall is actually Huang Liujia. These worshippers are undoubtedly closer to him.

An offering got up, "Boy, you're looking for trouble, aren't you?" ”

These people are all elites in the Wuding Hall and masters of the Zhongyuan Realm. In the past, there were all kinds of characters in the rivers and lakes, but not all of them were easy to talk to.

The young man looked at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile, "Master, should we make trouble?" ”

The middle-aged man was expressionless and did not answer.

The young man agreed, his face was full of joy, and he directly stretched out his hand to the group of worshippers, "The master is looking for trouble, fighting alone, which of you dares to fight with the master?" ”

"Don't, don't!"

This frightened the shopkeeper behind the counter, and his face turned pale, "Guest officer, the small shop can't stand your toss!" ”

The young man threw out a gold ingot, "If it's broken, it's the master." ”

The gold ingot landed steadily on the counter.

The shopkeeper's eyes were completely glued, and he never spoke again.

With this big gold ingot, let alone this shabby inn, even if he wants to sell his wife, he is afraid and willing.

And the young man's use of strength in this hand also made the eyes of the people in the martial arts hall slightly condensed. This hand seems easy, but it is not simple.

This young man is afraid that he has some attainments in swordsmanship.

Huang Liujia didn't want to cause trouble, so he snorted lightly and said, "Sit down!" ”

The worshippers sat down in a huff.

But the young man did not give up, "What? Scared? ”

This ignited the hot-tempered person in the worship, and someone stood up again and said, "You little rabbit cub, you really don't know whether to live or die." ”

As he spoke, he picked up his knife and rushed towards the young man.

The young man giggled, but did not draw his sword, but stepped forward, but faced each other with his palms.

Looking at his internal qi, it should be just the Lower Yuan Realm, but his tricks are exquisite. And what is even more surprising is that he actually has sword intent.

This is a kind of sword intent that would rather not bend, not only extremely powerful, but also extremely powerful.

Even Huang Liujia was shocked.

You know, even he hasn't realized the sword intent yet.

This young man is not simple.

And the middle-aged man is naturally not simple.

Huang Liujia's face sank violently, and he shouted at the middle-aged man: "I haven't asked for advice yet!" ”

This young man came up looking for trouble, and now that he was showing such strength, he naturally realized that something was wrong.

The middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice was as cold as ice, as if he didn't have any feelings, "No need to ask, give Turandot to me, and let you leave alive." ”

The color of the worship changes.

"Ahh

At the same time, the Zhongyuan Realm worship, who was fighting with the young man with a knife, was also slapped out by the young man.

Xia Yuan vs. Zhong Yuan, the young man only used more than ten moves to win.

Huang Liujia grabbed the sword in his hand, and his momentum rose, "Who are you!" ”

This middle-aged man was able to say Turandot's name, obviously for them. It's just that I don't know if this is the Yuan Dynasty or which force it is.

The middle-aged man stopped answering, and still sat indifferently. But the mighty and incomparable sword intent swept towards Huang Liujia and the others.

The seat on which the worship sat suddenly shattered, and he sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

This sword intent alone made them feel unbearable.

"Get ready to do it!"

Huang Liujia shouted in a low voice, his face extremely solemn. With this sword intent alone, he knew that with his own strength, he was afraid that he would not be the opponent of this middle-aged man.

And at the moment when he spoke, the middle-aged man made a move.

He swept his wrist, pulled out a chopstick from the chopstick barrel on the table, and suddenly shot towards Huang Liujia.

The chopsticks are extremely fast, and they make a sound of breaking through the air.

Huang Liujia's face changed greatly, and he didn't have time to pull the sword out of the sheath, and directly resisted it with the scabbard.

As a result, the scabbard shattered in an instant.

Huang Liujia's face showed a slight flush, and his feet retreated slightly.

True Martial Realm!

His heart sank like water, and he knew that this time, he was afraid that it would be difficult to be good.

The young man smiled, sat back down at the table, looked at Turandot, and sighed twice, "Tut, it's beautiful." My brother must like you. ”

If Zhao Dongting was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this young man, and this middle-aged man would also recognize him.