Introduction: It's terrible, even though Yan Yang is used to seeing the kind of fights in the underground black market, he also likes the visual pleasure of punching to the flesh, but this kind of fight really makes him scared, and he may be strangled at any time.

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Sleepless nights.

Bai Liang came to the back mountain, stretched his muscles, and began to punch.

The muscles and bones were like earth dragons, crackling like thunder, and the heat was rising.

The fist wind shook in the air, and the aura swam away with the bloody flesh drilling.

The white two are well-proportioned, without exaggerated muscles, with well-defined lines, and there is explosive power in them.

The early morning sun fell into the dense and impermeable forest, and the dappled light and shadow sprinkled on, casting a halo on the boy's body.

Bai Liang closed his fists and jogged down the mountain.

On the mountain path, the backlog of fallen leaves suddenly exploded, and four black shadows came at the same time.

The white two bodies leaned back into an exaggerated amplitude, their wrists flipped over, the air was compressed into a ball, and the left and right killers blocked with horizontal knives, and the clear sound of the gold and iron clashing shook their mouths.

Gu Beilan is also the top existence among the grandmasters in the martial arts, as long as the body is strong enough, it can shake the air and form qi.

It's too slow, and after condensing the divine sense, this kind of assassination method is really not enough.

The white two fingers pinched the narrow knife that was striking back and forth, and the broken blade flew out and pierced the trunk of a tree not far away.

The two killers fell to the ground clutching their necks.

Bai Liangshan stepped forward, slapped the remaining two killers to the ground, and bent his fingers into two spiritual qis.

No matter how cold-blooded the killers were, they couldn't withstand the impact of the aura, and their vitality was slowly devoured, and they rolled on the ground, their bodies twisted into a ball.

Bai Liang was ready to meet all kinds of attacks, but he didn't expect that it was not the people from the City Lord's Mansion who struck first, but Liuheitang.

Lai San was left in big trouble.

He issued a bounty order for Bai Liang, and when the money piled up to a certain extent, it was enough to make people crazy, and on the night Lai San assassinated Bai Liang, the bounty doubled again, arousing the greed of many killers.

Bai Liang entered the debris space inside the Liuhei Hall through the Shenzhou Pass of one of the killers, and the amount of the bonus made him grin secretly.

It's really ghostly! Bai Liang's face was a little ugly.

"How do I revoke this bounty?"

"Either the publisher is removed, or ...... Gone?" The killer fell to his knees, waiting for death to come.

When they looked up, the boy was already far away, his face was full of incredulity, and he didn't kill them?

There was a sound of rustling nearby, and they turned their heads and saw a horrified scene.

The strange colorless flames spread on the two corpses, there was no heat, just a few breaths, and only two pools of blue ash remained on the ground.

Then, the flame converged into a wisp of spirit, and as if spiritual, it split its two tentacles and turned around.

The aura returned to the body, and the white two had a comparison, and the vitality absorbed by different people turned out to be different.

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After the first month and a half of busyness, Xilinfang's business slowly faded.

Bai Liang stood on the feeding table, after condensing his senses, his six senses were much stronger than ordinary people, and he put in the sound of ordering, made a cup of mixed ingredients, and practiced sugar there in his free time, without going to the order to take a look.

No one noticed Bai Liang's strange appearance, Ji Nan took a cup of ingredients, looked back, with a touch of approval in his eyes, and said in his heart This confused ghost is strange today, but I didn't expect that the ingredients she needed were prepared in advance.

Zhou Zhilin, who was issuing an order, handed over a dozen small tickets and said, "I have corrected all the small tickets I wrote yesterday, I was too careless, I took a look at it wrong." ”

The receipt is a tea list, and all the data such as milky smoothie, amount of ice stone, sweetness, and weight of ingredients contained in a cup of tea are written out as required.

"Do you practice bringing the sugar bucket back?"

Bai Liang thought of the sugar bucket and sugar spoon that was thrown under the bed, and was really embarrassed to take it out in front of Xu Pingle and them, and swore solemnly: "Practice, practice." ”

At this time, a dark and thin man with a writing board walked in and said hello.

There was a commotion in the tea house.

The inspection schedule is the same, and the four deacons have different priorities, such as Haizhu, focusing on service, while Jun Ye may pay more attention to hygiene.

He picked out all kinds of dead corners of the tea shop, yes, picked up, picked it with soft paper, the gaps of the ice machine, the sanitary blind spots of the shelves, and the places that are easy to ignore when doing hygiene, and deducted six or seven points for these points alone.

Eighty-two points.

This is the result of the second inspection of Xilinfang.

"When you're not busy, don't make so much material. After Jun Ye left, Ji Nan looked at the inspection table, frowned slightly, and glanced at Bai Liang intentionally or unintentionally.

Bai Liang lowered his head, blushing a little.

Due to the relatively large dosage of giant grass, I usually make a few more cups and put them there for later use, and one point is deducted here.

Then, Bai Liang patronized the sugar practice, and the hygiene of the feeding table was also deducted one point.

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Heavy rain and few pedestrians.

Bai Liang walked out of the Fuyao Building with his notes in his arms and opened his umbrella.

There is nothing new in the course about the tea room, it is just a retelling of what the apprentice learned in the tea room and adding some details.

The lecture was given by the third deacon, Xie Susu.

In order to arouse the interest of the apprentices, she divided them into several groups, grabbed points, and set rewards.

In the end, Bai Liang's group B and Group A tied for first place and got a second chance to test sugar, which is the reason why Bai Liang worked hard.

After practicing sugar for so long, in the internal test of the tea workshop, Bai Liang's results were not stable, and it was naturally best to be able to guarantee multiple times.

Bai Liang walked along the side of the road with an umbrella, and two big men who looked like porters squatted there in front of a shop to chat, and a man and a woman came over with an umbrella, talking and laughing.

When the white two happened to pass through the middle, the porter pulled out the narrow knife from both ends of the burden, and the man and woman twisted the handle of the umbrella and pulled out the dark blade.

The four of them suddenly attacked, and the suppressed murderous aura poured out with the cold light.

On the second floor of a restaurant in the distance, Yan Yang was standing by the window, and behind him there was an old man with deep-set eyes and a generous forehead, bowing slightly.

Yan Yang's face was sickly pale, and his body was emaciated.

Thinking that he had been lying in the hospital for half a month, and even caused a joke in the circle, his cousin was now lying in it in order to give himself a head, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth a little, and his eyes looking at Bai Liang were also full of hatred.

"Young Master Yang, is this what you call the Young Grandmaster?" The old man's facial features are profound, and some traces of the people of the Western Regions can be seen on his old face.

Yan Yang nodded, he still had some respect for the offerings that this mother specially invited from the clan.

Lu Fengtao wandered on the border of the Western Regions in his early years, and when he was recruited by the head of the Deng family, he had been wandering in front of the Grandmaster Realm for many years, and he still had no hope of breaking the realm.

He didn't believe that such a young grandmaster could exist at all, so he automatically petitioned to come out and take a trip.

Seeing the innocent young man, the pace, amplitude, and the changes in the center of gravity of his body, Lu Fengtao still didn't see anything extraordinary, he was an old martial artist, and he could see more imperceptible clues than ordinary people.

It's too common, so he doesn't dare to take it lightly.

"Old Lu, do you think Qiu Asi and they have a chance?" Yan Yang asked tentatively.

Lu Fengtao lowered his head in silence, and suddenly raised his head suddenly, with a fine light in his eyes.

The four killers cultivated by the Deng clan blocked all the retreats almost in an instant, and it was completely a certain death, and the young man just took a step like a leisurely walk.

So the porter sat back, and the man and woman picked up their umbrellas again, and walked forward stiffly, looking confused.

Lu Fengtao's eyes narrowed, and he was a little shocked to find that he didn't see the figure of the young man in his breath clearly, and the two porters had drooping heads, and they were already out of breath, looking like they were asleep.

Yan Yang leaned forward, clasped his knuckles on the windowsill, stared at it with his eyes, and said, "Why don't they do it?"

Lu Fengtao was silent, he caught that the four of them seemed to have encountered some great terror and defeated the murderous intent of the murderer.

You know, that's the killer that the Deng clan has cultivated for many years, licking blood from the edge of the knife, walking on the edge of life and death, what can hold the knife that they have unsheathed?

"He's coming. Lu Fengtao's expression moved slightly and turned around.

"What?" Yan Yang's face changed.

This is, the sound of footsteps happened to be heard on the stairs, which was extremely loud on the second floor of the clearance.

Divine Sense looked at Fang Yuan, Bai Liang had sensed the hostility from this side before the killer made a move, and there was a good aura.

Seeing Yan Yang, Bai Liang's heart was clear. "So it's your guy?"

"You still dare to come here to find death!" Yan Yangqiang calmed down and said angrily.

Bai Liang's mind moved slightly, and he returned to his body with a vibrant aura, and two streets away, soon a scream came and made a noise.

Outside of life and death, it's all trivial.

Yan Yang looked back at the window, suddenly understood what was happening, and his face sank. "You ......"

Lu Fengtao's body twisted a small amplitude, just protecting Yan Yang by his side. "Young and vigorous, you should know how to advance and retreat. ”

"Advance or retreat?" Bai Liang took a step forward, and Lu Fengtao slapped lightly, and the palms of the two intersected.

Wow!

The second floor was like a strong wind, and the dishes, tables and chairs, and windows were clashed by invisible forces, cracks and shattered.

Yan Yang was lifted against the wall by the force field, the high-speed sputtering fragments were on his face, and there were blood marks on his hands, and he hurriedly ran to the pantry, as far away from the center of the battlefield as possible.

It's terrifying, even though Yan Yang is used to seeing the kind of fights in the underground black market, he also likes the visual pleasure of punching to the flesh, but this kind of fight really makes him scared, and he may be strangled at any time.

Is this the so-called grandmaster-level power?

Yan Yang suddenly regretted provoking that young man.

Lu Fengtao's long sleeves shook, his eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, and he felt a strange force coming from his palm into his body, straight to his heart.

He used his internal strength to resist, but he only delayed the speed of that force, and the momentum was like a bamboo, which made him a little frightened.

Lu Fengtao forcibly reversed his internal strength and protected his heart, and Bai Liang's right palm slapped on his chest, and the worshipper of the Deng clan spat out a mouthful of blood, smashed through the window, and fell into the street outside.

The rain was heavy and muddy, and Bai Liang walked out of the restaurant, as if there was an invisible barrier around him to block all the rain outside.

Lu Fengtao's hair was scattered, looking a little embarrassed, he tried his best to stand up, and the indifferent young man walked over and pointed at his eyebrows.

With the light sound of fluttering, Lu Fengtao heard something broken in a trance, and his eyes slowly revealed confusion, and then despair, and sat down in the rain.

The boy held up his umbrella and disappeared into the rain.

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