When the gorgeously dressed and handsome Khitan aristocratic young man, with a contemptuous expression and an extremely cold tone, said the threatening words that obviously meant "mockery", Lu Yu instantly understood that it was troublesome, and this matter could not be good.

Lu Yu knew better that the Khitan people who went upstairs didn't take the initiative to come over and find trouble, and the reason why they killed them was because their group of people insulted the Khitan people without any restraint.

Therefore, Lu Yu felt that if he was fair, his gang would definitely not take care of this matter.

After realizing that if this matter is not handled well, it may cause very serious consequences, Lu Yu, who didn't want to come out, was ready to get up and "settle" this matter without a rut.

The best "way to settle the matter" that Lu Yu can think of is to settle it with money, after all, money can make ghosts grind, no matter how big the matter is, it will pass if you give more money.

However, just as Lu Yu was about to stand up with his hands on the desk, suddenly, a person stood up tremblingly before Lu Yu got up.

Moreover, after the man stood up, he directly raised his hand and pointed at the nose of the Khitan noble youth, and scolded loudly: "What's wrong with me scolding you Khitan people for being dogs, aren't you dogs, I am a great Song, what have you been tossed into by your group of mad dogs, don't you know?" ”

"It's broken!" As soon as he heard that, among the "angry youths" in the county school, there were really people who were not afraid of death and dared to continue to scold, and Lu Yu, who had already calculated how to settle this matter, instantly "collapsed", he understood that after the person scolded in front of others, the already tense situation immediately escalated again, and at this moment, this matter can no longer be settled with money.

When Lu Yu "angrily" turned his gaze to the scolder, wanting to see which one was so "kind", he was shocked to see that the buddy who pointed at people's faces and "kindly" scolded others for being dogs turned out to be Li Jing, the "boss" of the county school, and "Li Lao Angry Youth".

"I'll go, it's you...... Aren't you afraid of death......" Just when Lu Yu muttered in his heart that Li Jing was going to be unlucky, the Khitan aristocratic young man who was scolded by Li Jing pointed his nose and sneered at the Khitan strong man "bodyguard" beside him, and made a look.

After receiving the hint from his master, one of the two Khitan strong man "bodyguards" pulled out the scimitar on his waist with a "......" sound, and after dancing a few knife flowers, he put the blade of the treasure knife in his hand on Li Jing's neck.

Although he has been put on his neck with a scimitar and is facing a situation where he may be in a different place soon, Li Jing, the "old and angry young man", still scolds his neck unrelentingly, at this moment, the word "integrity" is vividly reflected in this "angry young man" old scholar.

When they saw that their teachers were in danger of their lives, the "hypocrisy" of the "angry youth" students was completely reflected......

"Wait......" With disdainful eyes, after glancing at his group of "impotence" "angry youth" classmates, Lu Yu roared in a deep voice, and after roaring, he held the food table and slowly stood up.

As soon as he got up and was about to walk over, Lu Yu suddenly felt that someone was pulling the back hem of his Confucian clothes.

When he turned around, he found that the person who pulled the back of his shirt was Zhang Hongwen who was sitting on his left, at this moment, the cowardly Zhang Hongwen, while pulling his clothes hard, gave himself a look, and muttered in a low voice: "Shuwen, don't go over, they have a knife ......"

"Thank you......" Although he was very disdainful of Zhang Hongwen's character of "wilting" when he encountered something, Lu Yu still whispered to him to thank him for his part.

After thanking him, Lu Yu casually slapped away Zhang Hongwen's little hand that was dragging the hem of his clothes, and then, he took a step forward with his long legs, stepped over the low food table, and walked in front of the Khitan man in two steps.

When Lu Yu walked in front of them, the handsome young man of the Khitan was suddenly stunned, the reason why he had this reaction was not because he felt that there were many scholars of the Song Dynasty in front of him, but because he was frightened by Lu Yu's height of more than two meters.

Although there are really a lot of tall people among the Khitan tribe of the northern nomads, there are really a lot of tall people, but the tall people there are only 1.81 meters 9 meters when they die, and people like Lu Yu who are two meters tall are rare to see in a hundred years in their place, so ......

"If you have something to say, isn't it just a matter of scolding, can you use a knife and a gun......" Taking advantage of the moment when the Khitan people were "shocked" by their height and reacted a little sluggishly, Lu Yu quickly raised his left hand, and with his left index finger and thumb, he "gently" pinched the back of the scimitar that was on Li Jing's neck.

"Ah......" looked at the back of the treasure knife in his hand, and was pinched by the tall scholar of the Song Dynasty, and the Khitan bodyguard who held the handle of the knife immediately became angry, and wanted to pull the knife back.

However, to his surprise, he used all his strength, and even held the hilt of the knife with both hands, but his treasure knife, which Lu Yu only used two fingers to hold, did not move at all.

"Hmph......" After snorting disdainfully, Lu Yu, who had twenty or thirty strong men combined, pulled the knife away from Li Jing's neck as soon as he pulled his hand, and with it, the strong man of the Khitan tribe holding the handle of the knife in both hands flew out horizontally like a weightless burlap bag.

After ......knocking over several food tables, the strong Khitan man who flew out smashed the railing on the side of the staircase, and rolled down the stairs with a tumbling and wailing.

"Good ......" After seeing that Lu Yu had leveled a strong Khitan man with only two fingers, the group of "angry youths" who had been "impotent" for a long time came back to life and stood up and applauded.

"Hmm......" After glancing back at his companion who had rolled downstairs, another strong Khitan man with a scimitar at his waist reached out and was about to draw the treasure knife on his waist after snorting coldly.

However, he was still slow, and the second before the tip of his right finger touched the hilt of the knife, Lu Yu's toe had already kicked the gauntlet of the knife.

Immediately, after a low roar of "......", the scimitar that was kicked by Lu Yu to the gauntlet flew out of the scabbard like a meteor, and after flashing a scene of cold light, it was nailed heavily to the beam of the roof with a "......ding" sound, and the depth of its nailing was not the handle of the knife.

"Ah......" After losing the knife, the frightened strong man of the Khitan tribe was stunned for a second, and then he screamed loudly, and stared at Lu Yu with round eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

The reason why he reacted this way was because......