The eyes of everyone looking at the old eleven have changed, and at first they thought that they might be a master, but now it seems that they are sick!

Someone had already relaxed and didn't mind letting this tease show off for a while longer, and teased: "What rules? ”

Lao Eleven said seriously: "Each has a set of skills, and others will make comments." Whether there is martial arts or not, the superior judges themselves. ”

"It's a matter of time, the one with the best skill wins."

"If I win, then you will disperse. Mu is here, thank you for not killing! ”

"If you win, then the long road dart bureau kowtows and admits planting, and you want money, but you can deal with it!!"

Burst!!!

Cheng Boqing, Tang Jun, they really can't hold it back, this, this is just a joke, right?

He really can't imagine that you are playing a set of moves there, and I am also playing a set of moves here, to see whose moves are fancy?

When it's over, who will win based on these few clicks?

You win, I'll let you go. I won, and you leave your goods behind, and your life behind.

Isn't that a joke?

After all, isn't it just that you are afraid of death and dare not really do it?

Cheng Boqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, if this is the rivers and lakes, what is the difference between it and the scammers who sell fake drugs on the street?

This Jianghu, that's a joke!

Mu Zijiu and his long road dart game were rumored to be so godly, most of them were also false.

Tang Jun stood there, also crying and laughing. This guy called Mu Jie is just a tease!

I've seen enough of him playing monkeys here, "What nonsense! Who's practicing fake tricks with you here? Don't want to fool the past. ”

"Oh....." Old Eleven still grinned and replied softly.

"That is to say, don't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, and follow your rules?"

"Yes!!" A wicked slave shouted, "Our rule is to beat you up a bastard!" ”

"Well...."

Old Eleven sighed, and his smile gradually faded.

Reaching out and digging in his sleeve, the two short blades were already copied in his hands.

Everyone was startled, and when they looked closely, it turned out to be two short knives less than a foot long.

It is the style of the Tang straight knife, but it is much shorter than the straight knife. Attaching the scabbard to the forearm does not interfere with movement, but it is extremely delicate.

At this time, the smile of the old eleven was gone, and his eyes were full of forest, and the murderous aura was gradually surging.

"The people of the rivers and lakes do not give up, and give the number.... Knife Eleven, offended! ”

“！！！”

Everyone was shocked, and they all saw the murderous aura on this man's face.

Think again...... Knife Eleven!?

The eleventh of the ten masters in Shu??

Deng's heart was tight, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Even if he was disdainful of Lao Eleven just now, he was nervous at this time. Obviously, the name of Dao Eleven is still very intimidating.

"Come on!!" There was fanaticism in Tang Jun's eyes.

What about Knife Eleven? There are so many of us, and he is only one. Today is to meet for a while, to puncture the false mask of the rivers and lakes.

......

With Tang Jun's roar, Old Eleven moved, facing the long stick of an evil slave and deceiving him.

With a backhand wipe of the short knife in his hand, the evil slave felt that the long stick in his hand was stagnant, and then it became lighter. When I looked at it again, there was only one section of the stick left in my hand.

Before he could exclaim, he heard a crisp sound in his ribs, and Old Eleven slammed his ribs with a blade and broke them...... Three roots.

The evil slave fell to the ground with a scream, and before he could faint, he saw his companion flying out at the same time as he was knocked on the ribs, knocking down a crowd.

......

Old Eleven's side was empty, but he didn't see him pause at all, and rushed forward with a brocade-clothed young man who was obviously not a servant.

Tang Jun didn't expect that as soon as he came up, he poured a piece. I didn't expect that this knife eleven would come directly to him.

In a panic, he picked up the short stick and swept it indiscriminately, but it was all swept in the air.

The old eleven, who was already close to him, flashed to the side, elbowed a person, and turned back with his strength, just avoiding Tang Jun's messy stick.

"Walk you!"

The short knife in his right hand flipped over, and he slashed it with the back of the knife, and with a crisp sound, it was slapping on Tang Jun's chin.

“！ @￥#@#%￥#……%”

Tang Jun screamed in pain, and found that no word was understandable. Only then did I know that my jaw was dislocated.

......

Without looking at Tang Jun, the eleventh man swept his eyes and aimed at Cheng Boqing behind the crowd.

With his backhand, he put the short knife on his forearm and flicked it upwards, just in time to catch the blow that he couldn't dodge.

With the help of sinking his waist, he bowed down and flew away, and hit Cheng Boqing.

......

Cheng Boqing didn't even know what was going on, he felt that his neck was cold, and a short knife was already on it.

The frightened Cheng Boqing moved his eyes downward, and took a good look at the short knife, but his heart was cold.

This time...... It's not the back of a knife, it's the sharp edge between the skin.

"Don't move!"

Old Eleven's gloomy voice came in his ears, "If you move again, your head will be gone." ”

“......”

Cheng Boqing was stuck on his shoulders and really didn't dare to move. Even a group of evil slave friends also lay down, stiff and stiff, and no one dared to move a single bit.

"You...."

Cheng Boqing forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, "You dare!?" ”

shouted angrily: "This is Chang'an!" In full view, you dare to kill!? How dare you kill me!? ”

"Humph!!"

With a cold snort at the last moment, he will regain a trace of composure.

That's right, Cheng Boqing figured it out, what are you afraid of? Why did he dare to kill people in the street? He really doesn't believe it!!

Squinted defiantly at Old Eleven.

It's a pity that just this glance, Cheng Boqing's heart is cold.

I saw that there was no trace of anger in the eyes of the killing god, and the expression was so cold that I couldn't see the slightest hesitation.

He glanced at Cheng Boqing one last time with disdain, and then turned his gaze to Mu Zijiu, who was sitting in the hotel and still slowly tasting wine.

“......”

Cheng Boqing finally knew that he was afraid.

The old eleven's eyes made him not doubt at all that this person really dared to let his head move, all he needed was a word from the man in the hotel.

A trace of enlightenment rose in his heart, and it was only now that he understood: What is Jianghu!! What are the rules!!

Understand the rules of the rivers and lakes are:

When I smile at you, it is human sophistication, and harmony is precious.

However, once the knife is shown to you, it is bloody killing, and there is an outlaw without me. Even if it is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, it is not in his eyes.

Cheng Boqing was really scared.

He knew that he seemed to have really provoked an existence that should not be provoked, and he couldn't help but show a pleading look to Wu Ning's side.

He was afraid, he was afraid that if he didn't accept it, Mu Zijiu would really dare to kill him.

......

The fight outside had stopped, and Wu Ning slowly put down the wine bowl and stood up.

smiled lightly, and said to Wang Congjian and Wang Wanru, who were standing on the spot: "Let the two of you be frightened, let's go!" ”

As he spoke, he took Chef Luo and the Wang brothers and sisters and walked out of the hotel slowly.

Walk calmly through the crowds and stroll down the long street.

......

Old Eleven also withdrew the short knife at this time, his expression changed, and he gave up his hand again, and his face was replaced with the usual kind and innocent.

"How much offense, so much offense! The recklessness of the Jianghu people makes everyone laugh! ”

"He will set up a family banquet to make amends for his sins, and turn wine into enmity with all of you!"

After speaking, Lao Shi reached into his arms, took out a bag of golden beans, and handed it to a vicious slave.

"Don't be too little to treat your brother's wounds. There will be a period later! ”

......

Awesome!

A thought arose in the hearts of the onlookers:

This is called awesome! It's called having a fan!

......

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