The two wooden doors of the liquor store creaked a few times, and a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance walked in slowly, and an invisible pressure began to permeate the small liquor store.

The old man, Wang Huzi and Anu were forced by the pressure, and their faces were a little ugly.

Only Guo Yang, whose face did not change, sat indifferently at the table, looking at the middle-aged man gently.

"Descendant of a merchant?" The middle-aged man glanced at Guo Yang, was slightly stunned, and said.

"No Huan?" Guo Yang asked.

"A certain Yanren has no joy, and it is polite." Wuhuan said with a slight bow.

"In Xia Guo Yang." Guo Yang also nodded.

"It's rare to see a descendant of a merchant walking in the world in a dignified manner, can you be drunk?" Wuhuan suddenly laughed, and the invisible pressure that permeated the liquor shop suddenly disappeared, and Anu and the other three let out a long breath.

"I just heard that the swordsman is not happy, but unfortunately, he is a layman in the next sword." Guo Yang couldn't figure out where the other party came from, and he didn't want to say anything, so he said a perfunctory sentence casually.

"Shang is bullshit, Zhou is bullshit. The knife is bullshit, and the sword is bullshit! Wuhuan looked at Guo Yang, walked to the table, and sat down. Abductor Zhang, come to a few jars of wine, Brother Guo and I will get drunk. ”

The old man bowed down and walked into the back kitchen quickly, but there was still a trace of old dragon clock!

Guo Yang glanced at the crutch Zhang, his eyes moved slightly, but he smiled in his mouth: "It's rare to meet a swordsman from Liaodong, Guo was a little rude before, please forgive me." ”

The kidnapper Zhang brought two jars of wine, respectfully placed them on the table, and honestly stepped aside, like a slave.

"Swords are bullshit, and swordsmen are of course even worse than bullshit. Come on, come on, you and I meet for the first time, just get drunk, no need to be pretentious. Wuhuan casually picked up a jar of wine, patted off the mud, stretched out his hand and handed it to Guo Yang, slapped the other jar of mud open, put it to his mouth and drank it wildly, not polite at all.

Guo Yang groaned for a while, also lifted the wine jar, and took a few big sips.

"Brother Guo has a good amount of alcohol." No laughter.

"The businessman, it's just a bit of a good wine and greedy glass, and I'm smiling." Guo Yang also smiled.

"You and I drank this wine?" No Huandao.

"Okay." Guo Yang promised, lifted the wine jar, and drank it dry in one go.

Wuhuan also lifted the wine jar, opened his mouth and poured it wildly, and the jar of wine was drunk in a blink of an eye.

"Haha, happy!" Wuhuan shouted and put the wine jar on the table.

After pouring two jars of wine in a row, Guo Yang only felt that his stomach was hot, a little fire was burning, and a strong sense of wine came up. He hurriedly collected his mind, took up the cultivation exercises, and turned the almost unstoppable wine into the meridians of his whole body and into the dantian.

After a few breaths, Guo Yang regained his clarity, but felt that this wine was indeed good, and after being transformed into the dantian, it seemed that it had also greatly improved the cultivation of the true exercises.

Wuhuan looked at Guo Yang's face flushed, and he was about to get drunk, but unexpectedly, after a few breaths, he returned to normal, and couldn't help but secretly wonder.

"Brother Guo has a good amount of alcohol. Wuhuan is ashamed. Wu Huan laughed.

"Where! It's already a bit overwhelming. Guo Yang was humble, and he was a little curious about this so-called first swordsman in Liaodong. Looking at his appearance, it should be the owner or lord of the kidnapper Zhang, such a big man would come to fight with him for no reason, which is really a bit puzzling.

"Brother Guo, you are in the dust, where are you going?" Wuhuan said.

"The younger brother has never been far away, so he took two friends out for a walk and saw the world. Unexpectedly, it was an honor to meet the first swordsman in Liaodong not long after going out! ”

Guo Yang's face did not change his face and played haha. This kind of ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open, he has learned since he was a child, in a place like Luoyi City, he will not lie, just wait to be whipped or even knifed.

"I see. For more than ten years, a certain family has rarely gone out, this time on a whim, the first person I met was a descendant of a businessman, which is really gratifying, but also sad and sad! Wuhuan said a little gloomily.

"Since we meet, we are fate. Thank you for Brother Wuhuan's wine today. See you in the rivers and lakes another day, and it will be a good reward. Guo Yang spoke, slowly got up, and planned to say goodbye.

He still has something important in his heart, and he really doesn't want to entangle with these unknown people, so he just wants to get out quickly and go to explore the ambush with Wang Huzi Anu.

"Brother Guo, don't worry. You've won by drinking, but we haven't talked about swords yet. Wuhuan said indifferently.

"Hehe, Brother Wuhuan is the first swordsman in Liaodong, I am a down-and-out businessman, I can only cast bronze and sell a few sheepskins, where do I dare to talk about swords and swords." Guo Yang hugged his fists and smiled, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"The sword of the Yan people is different from the sword of the Zhou people." Wuhuan said.

"I want to hear about it." Guo Yang didn't want to tear off his face and force him to leave immediately, so he asked casually.

"The sword of the Zhou people is a conspiracy. The sword of the Yan people is Yangmou. Wu Huan spoke, slowly stood up, and the invisible pressure once again permeated the entire wine shop.

Wang Huzi and Anu staggered back, their faces flushed.

Guo Yang was a little annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it, just smiled slightly, and said, "Beard, Anu, let's go." ”

Guo Yang's voice was not loud, and his tone was very peaceful, but the invisible sword qi that erupted from Wu Huan's body melted like spring snow.

Wu Huan's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Guo, a certain family wants to be defeated." ”

Guo Yang turned his head, looked at Wu Huan, smiled gently, and said: "Victory is bullshit, defeat is bullshit, why bother asking for something." ”

Wuhuan was slightly stunned and said, "The sword of a certain family is really different. ”

Guo Yang said: "What's the difference? ”

"A certain family used to be obsessed with knife practice, leaving their family and business, but seeking a victory. Later, when he met a high-ranking person, he poked a dog to eat with a wooden sword, and raised his injuries in a cave for two or three years before he healed. After thinking about the master's sword repeatedly, he suddenly realized it, and created the so-called Wuhuan swordsmanship. There are only three moves in this swordsmanship, and there has never been a defeat in these three moves over the years. Today, I have to meet a master, and I hope to give you a move. ”

After Wuhuan finished speaking, his figure skyrocketed, and he didn't care whether Guo Yang agreed or not, and he wanted to force his shot.

"I've already said below, I'm just a peddler, and I ask Brother Wuhuan to forgive me." Guo Yang was a little annoyed in his heart, and he was a little unkind between his words.

He came to get food, and he was a little depressed and embarrassed to be entangled by this inexplicable madman.

"Brother Guo, I'm going to make a move." Wu Huan's sword flashed, as fast as lightning, and was instantly handed to half a foot in front of Guo Yang's eyes.

Guo Yang walked with his thoughts, dodged to avoid the sword, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wuhuan, don't force me." ”

Wuhuan laughed and didn't speak, opening and closing was another sword stab, but the direction was extremely tricky, blocking all Guo Yang's retreats.

Guo Yang rolled on a lazy donkey, clumsily avoided Wuhuan's sword, rose up, and landed steadily in the open space outside the wine shop.

Wu Huan's face changed slightly, and he said, "Wu Huan's sword, really can't enter Brother Guo's eyes?" Two swords in a row, but they just can't dodge the move? ”

Guo Yang said lightly: "Guo's knife is never empty, and it doesn't drink blood and doesn't return the sheath. Please forgive me Brother Wuhuan. ”

Wuhuan was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "The last sword of a certain family is never false." ”

"Then don't come out. Leave. Guo Yang turned his head and left, but he didn't look at Wuhuan again.

He felt a little inexplicable, this Wuhuan was not a wicked person, but had a heroic spirit, if it weren't for his obsession with the so-called invincible swordsmanship, Guo Yang might still have the heart to make friends.

"Brother Guo, please stay." Guo Yang walked out more than ten steps, and Wuhuan suddenly shouted, "I have something important to discuss." ”

Guo Yang wanted to leave directly, but his mind moved, he stopped, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Grain." Wuhuan said.

"Not swordsmanship?" Guo Yang said.

"Swordsmanship is bullshit." Wuhuan frowned and said.

"What does that mean?" Guo Yang's heart was beating wildly, there was a feeling of being spied on secrets, and he already had killing intent in his heart.

"Brother Guo, I want to cooperate with you and make a big deal." Wuhuan took two steps forward and said with his fists clenched.

"Isn't it really a sword fight?" Guo Yang frowned and asked.

"Ahem...... What kind of sword is it, the Wuhuan swordsmanship that I became famous for was avoided by you casually, and it's better than a fart! Wuhuan said with a wry smile.

"What's that?" Guo Yang asked.

"Yan Army's grain and grass." Wuhuan said with a smile.

When Guo Yang heard this, he was secretly shocked, and inadvertently glanced at Wang Huzi, but saw him standing at the door of the wine shop, serving a bowl of Meng Po wine from the kidnapper, taking a shallow sip, and smiling shamelessly.