Then, Tang Zhuang, clearing his throat and said loudly to the people in the tavern: "Everyone, let me introduce to you, that is the waste young castle master of Tangjiabao!" ”

Suddenly, the people in the tavern looked over one after another, Tangjiabao was the overlord of this area, and they were naturally interested in the topic of the young castle lord.

"When Xian Gang came to the world, this young castle lord failed to communicate with the immortal soul, but I didn't feel strange at all, do you know why?"

"Because I've heard that the father of this waste young castle lord is also a waste! Waste is hereditary, hahaha! ”

Yi Xiaoyao, who had just walked a short distance, suddenly stopped when he heard this.

It was true that his father couldn't cultivate, but Yi Xiaoyao would never allow others to say that his father was a waste!

And Tang Xiang's side, seeing that everyone in the tavern was interested, his eyebrows flew and danced.

"Just yesterday, this waste young castle lord was dumped by his engaged girlfriend!"

"Oops, this waste is here! Looks like you're trying to hit me? ”

Tang Xiang looked at Yi Xiaoyao walking towards him, holding his hands on his chest and feeling contented, looking triumphant.

At this moment, there was a snort on the wine table next to him.

"Jumping clown, grandstanding!"

Tang Zhuang was furious in his heart, and looked back, but the next moment his anger was completely gone.

It was a girl in black covered with a black silk veil, and her figure was delicately outlined and very moving.

Although there is a veil to cover her face, the watery and moving eyes under this woman's light eyebrows seem to be seductive.

Anyone who sees these eyes can only imagine that there must be a beautiful face under the black veil, where can there be anger?

Tang Xiang stared at the girl, licked his lips, and said with a smile: "May I ask the name of this beauty?" ”

The girl in black glanced at Tang Xiang indifferently and didn't pay any attention to it.

Tang Zhuang frowned, and then a faint smile appeared, and said, "Beauty, I invite you to watch a good show!" ”

In front of beautiful women, it is natural to want to behave.

He thought that if he could defeat Yi Xiaoyao, he would definitely be favored by this beauty.

At this time, Yi Xiaoyao had already walked into the tavern.

I saw a cold smile on Yi Xiaoyao's face, and grabbed a jar full of wine from the table.

"Praise!"

The sound of a jar breaking and a splash of wine.

The wine jar in Yi Xiaoyao's hand instantly appeared on Tang's head, the wine jar was sparse, and the wine flowed down his head all over his body.

The people in the tavern instantly quieted down, and they all put down the wine bowls in their hands and looked at them in surprise, they obviously didn't expect that the waste Yi Xiaoyao would dare to do such an act and smash the wine jar on Tang's head.

The wine flowed down Tang's hair, all over his face.

He rubbed his hand rudely on his face and wiped the drink dry.

The next moment, Tang's eyes shot out a cold light, staring at Yi Xiaoyao like a poisonous snake.

The surrounding drinkers all said secretly with interest on their faces: "This Tang family's waste young castle master, I'm afraid I'm going to be unlucky." ”

"Do you know the consequences of that?"

Tang's tone was extremely calm, but it also meant that he was really angry.

"The consequences? Hmph......" Yi Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and then a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Give you a chance to apologize to me and my father!"

Tang Zhuang grinned, still suppressing the anger: "Not only will I not apologize, but I will say it again several times!" ”

"Your father is a waste, your mother gave birth to your father this waste, you are an ancestral waste!"

After speaking, Tang Zhuang unscrupulously showed a murderous look: "Waste, what can you do to me?" ”

A cold light shot out of Yi Xiaoyao's eyes.

"Since you don't cherish this opportunity, then I'll make you kneel and apologize!"

The sound of breaking the air followed, and Yi Xiaoyao's right fist, with a layer of dark spiritual power, slammed towards Tang Xiang.

Everyone was shocked, they never thought that Yi Xiaoyao would take the initiative.

Tang Zhuang sneered, what he was waiting for was Yi Xiaoyao to make a move on him!

"You're daydreaming!"

With a cold snort, I saw a fiery red spiritual power rising from the top of his right arm.

"Flame Palm!"

Tang-like stomped on the soles of his feet, and with the power of ground recoil, the palm of his right hand gathered flame-like spiritual power, and slapped it at Yi Xiaoyao!

There was also some uproar from the people in the tavern, and the people who came here to drink were all monks, and they could naturally see which of the two was strong and who was weak before they fought.

"I'm afraid that the young castle master of Tangjiabao is going to suffer."

"That's right, Shaobao's major is the Triple Realm of Qi Condensation, but his opponent is the Quadruple Realm of Qi Condensation, and he will soon be defeated by fighting spiritual power."

"It's not just that the cultivation of the Young Castle Lord suffers, he is simply attacking with spiritual power, but his opponent is using the fire attribute palm technique! With just this one move, the young castle master will definitely be defeated. ”

Everyone was talking about the excitement, but the girl in black was not interested in the slightest, just looking at the wine glass and thinking about things.

Only Tang An, the smile on his face spread, more and more brilliant, he hoped that Yi would die at large!

Tang Zhuang heard everyone's words, and the corners of his mouth hung with a thick sense of pride.

"Yi Xiaoyao, today I will completely abolish you!"

Seeing Tang Xiang attacking with a blazing palm of the scorching wind, Yi Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly moved.

"It's really a loss for me to have a hard encounter with his palm like this, but he has palm skills, and I also have swordsmanship!"

I saw Yi Xiaoyao urgently switch his offensive, his index finger and middle finger together, and the dark spiritual power wrapped his two fingers, and the streamer swordsmanship was used casually.

"Who is abolishing whom, not necessarily!" Yi Xiaoyao sneered.

I saw that Yi Xiaoyao's fingers were as fast as a phantom, and there was a hidden swordsmanship, and he picked up Tang's scorching right palm with a momentum of four or two thousand catties.

Then his fingertips moved, and the dark spiritual power cut a bloody hole on Tang's right arm like a sharp blade.

Everyone in the tavern stood up and watched, and even the black-clad girl couldn't help but look at it with beautiful eyes.

"Young Castle Lord, this is ...... Practicing swordsmanship? ”

"Could this be a streamer swordsmanship? This swordsmanship is known for its speed, and the young castle master refers to the sword, but it is also so smooth! ”

"This swordsmanship, I'm afraid I've already comprehended the essence!"

……

"Get out of here!"

Tang Xiang shouted violently, wrapped his spiritual power around his arm and shook Yi Xiaoyao's fingers away, took a step back and slapped again.

"Your palm is so clumsy, it's almost as good as swatting mosquitoes!"

Yi Xiaoyao laughed, the streamer sword technique moved again, his arm drove his wrist, and his wrist twisted flexibly, making his two fingers of the sword flutter like a streamer.

Although his cultivation is low, he is strong in spiritual power, and in the face of the heat wave of the blazing palm, Yi Yao is not afraid at all.

In the next moment, Yi Xiaoyao stabbed his fingers several times in a row, although there was no sword blade on his fingertips, but when he stabbed Tang Xiang's wrist, the destructive power of the dark spirit power directly broke through his flesh and blood!

This piercing place is the meridian that transports spiritual power to the palm of the hand.

Then, the devouring power in the dark spirit power suddenly exploded!

Tang Zhuang's face showed a trace of panic in vain, and he found that the spiritual power of the Flame Palm was as if the root had been cut off, and it could no longer be supplied.

When the power of Tang's palm quickly dissipated, the spiritual power in his body was still as if he had found an outlet, and it was swallowed up by Yi Yaoyao's fingers from his wrist!

In this way, this palm finally slapped on Yi Xiaoyao's body, and the power was lost.

Yi Xiaoyao devoured the other party's spiritual power, and without waiting for Tang Xiang to react and retreat, his two fingers were as fast as lightning and inserted into the meridians below his shoulders.

Blood splattered, and Tang screamed, followed by another scream.

Yi Xiaoyao didn't leave him a chance at all, and inserted it into the meridian of his left shoulder again!

These two meridians were destroyed, and the arms were completely invalidated, and they couldn't even lift them, so how could they perform any palm techniques.

"I don't know what to be respectful of, dare to insult my father and call me a waste, what qualifications do you have!"

"Get out!"

In the end, Yi Xiaoyao burst into a shout, and his right fist, wrapped in dark spiritual power, blasted out towards Tang's abdomen!

Tang was like a kite with a broken string, and his eyes were full of disbelief and he vomited blood and flew upside down.