Teenagers are always the simplest people in this world, and they are also the easiest people to satisfy.

It's a pity that people who are easy to be satisfied are also easy to be arrogant, practice a little martial arts to satisfy their own martial arts, and then think that the so-called masters are nothing more than that, and if they have a little hatred, they think that they are the most miserable people in the world, and they will never stop if they don't go out to kill fiercely and do something called revenge.

Yan Renying is pathetic, because although Ziqin hopes that he will come, the only value of this guy is just to pass the word, and besides, it is not the word now, but in the back, when Lu Xiaofeng needs to know something.

Therefore, when this guy came over, Ziqin didn't even stand up, and naturally he was not guarded.

It's not that Ziqin intends to let Lu Xiaofeng handle this matter, but that he doesn't regard Yan Renying as an opponent at all.

"If you're looking for trouble, you'd better get out of here."

Ziqin's voice was low, with a hint of domineering, no matter who had commanded three thousand subordinates, he would have some domineering if he had been a hegemon, even if it was a woman, Ziqin was naturally no exception.

Yan Renying was slightly stunned, Ziqin's anger actually made people tremble a little, but fortunately, he was a teenager.

The easiest thing to be impressed by authority in this world is a teenager, but the most difficult to be convinced is also a teenager, Yan Renying should have been the former, but hatred made him the latter, so Yan Renying was not intimidated by Ziqin, because he pulled out his sword.

If the people in the rivers and lakes still have the last bit of courage, it must be the sword, as long as the sword is still in hand, the people in the rivers and lakes still have the courage to resist in the end.

"I know who you are, you are the snake king, the snake king praised by Ye Gucheng, I know that your swordsmanship is very good, but I am not afraid of you, if you have the ability, you will pull out your sword and fight with me."

Yan Renying roared angrily, he seemed to have forgotten that his original target was Lu Xiaofeng, and his sword was pointed at Ziqin.

Slowly put down the wine glass in his hand Qin raised his head, his eyes were already as sharp as a sword, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes became melancholy, and he also put down the wine glass in his hand.

"You know that I haven't used a sword for a long time, and you really want to see me draw it, and my sword is terrifying even to you."

In the last sentence, Ziqin was already really sighing, he still remembered the sword he bought when he just came down the mountain, and he still remembered that he used the real steel long sword to unleash that set of pseudo-high-level Qifeng swordsmanship, in fact, he just waved it at will, but that time happened to be a move in Qifeng's swordsmanship, and it was at that time that he knew why the system called that set of swordsmanship was designed for killing.

It was also the first and last time that Ziqin had used that set of swordsmanship since he successfully created the pseudo-high-level Qifeng Sword Technique, and the brand-new stainless steel long sword that performed that set of swordsmanship was left on the horseman who drove for Ziqin at this time.

He didn't want to kill the coachman at all, but the swordsmanship was really a magic sword, and when he swung his sword, the coachman actually hit the tip of his sword.

Whether it was suicide, or what it was until now, Ziqin has not been able to figure it out, and therefore Ziqin has never given himself a sword until now, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't dare.

That set of swordsmanship may not be invincible in the world, but the demon surname of that set of swordsmanship is absolutely rare in the world.

When Ziqin's words fell, Yan Renying had already sneered, he thought that Ziqin was contrived, but Lu Xiaofeng's face had changed suddenly, and it became terrifying, and his eyes looked at Ziqin with a hint of fear.

Lu Xiaofeng would never be afraid of his friend's people, but now he is really afraid.

"You've discarded your sword."

Lu Xiaofeng was almost speaking word by word, his eyes stared at Ziqin without blinking when he spoke, and the eyes of Mu Dao and Gu Song Jushi were also wide, many masters in this world may not understand what it means to lose a sword, but they are masters of masters, so they understand what it means to lose a sword, in fact, Mu Dao people never carry a sword, and his sword has already been discarded.

"It's a loss, but it's not the loss you think."

Ziqin laughed, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't laugh this time, there are not many things in this world that can make Lu Xiaofeng not laugh, except for the tragedy of his friend's death, but now Lu Xiaofeng doesn't even have the meaning of laughing.

"Lose is lose, no matter what it means, it's lost, have you lost your sword?"

This question is very strange, Ziqin has obviously said that he lost his sword, but Lu Xiaofeng still asks this question, but his tone is still so serious when he asks.

But Ziqin didn't answer immediately this time, he frowned and thought hard, and even drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, and then let out a long breath and spoke.

"It's reluctant, but I've lost my sword."

When these words came out, the corners of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth slowly showed a smile, he slapped the table and laughed, and the Mu Dao people and the ancient Song monks sighed with great emotion, and they all hugged their fists at Ziqin and spoke.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

There is no one in this world who understands better than these people what it means for a swordsman to lose his sword.

It is true that no one understands better than them, and some people even don't understand it at all, such as Yan Renying.

In Yan Renying's opinion, Ziqin and the others were completely teasing him, his eyes were already burning with anger, he pointed at Ziqin's long sword and trembled, he couldn't help but want to take out the sword and stab Ziqin out of seventeen or eighteen holes.

He thought so and did so, so his sword had been stabbed out, and Ziqin's eyes were already so bright that people couldn't look directly, seeing that Yan Renying's long sword was about to pierce Ziqin's face, and the Mu Dao people and the ancient Song monks had already looked at Ziqin deadly, there was no worry in their eyes, only deep expectation.

However, two fingers suddenly appeared in front of Ziqin, and between the two fingers was a sword tip, and Yan Renying's long sword had already been caught by Lu Xiaofeng.

There is no second pair of fingers in this world that can do this, Yan Renying's long sword is nothing, but Ziqin's hand has already let go of the wine glass, and Lu Xiaofeng's fingers are Yan Renying's long sword that was clamped when Ziqin's hand released the wine glass.

The sighs of the Mu Dao people and the ancient song monk sounded, and the two looked at Lu Xiaofeng with resentful eyes, but the latter just touched his beard and smiled.

"It's always wrong to kill someone."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and spoke, Ziqin's expression remained unchanged, he picked up the wine glass in front of him but suddenly sighed, he put down the wine glass, picked up the pot of wine on the table and began to pour wine, he suddenly found that with Lu Xiaofeng, I am afraid that most of the time his hand can only pour wine, so he poured another glass of wine for Lu Xiaofeng.

"You can't protect him forever, one day I'll kill him."

Yan Renying roared angrily, the hatred of young people is like this, many times it is actually not at all, it is just a battle of words but it causes monstrous hatred, and the deep hatred that cannot be washed away.

Mu Dao and Gu Song were about to laugh, and Lu Xiaofeng innocently touched his beard, there was nothing more helpless in this world than this kind of unexplainable thing.

Ziqin has already picked up the wine, and his strength has long been unknown how much better than before, otherwise, even if Lu Xiaofeng makes a move, Yan Renying is already a dead man at this moment, even if Yan Renying will promote the development of the plot in the future, and after angering Ziqin, he will not want to live.

Just when Lu Xiaofeng sighed and wanted to speak, suddenly there was a tickle on the street, and a faint voice of someone shouting came, but the voice shouted 'Dead man, dead man',............

When this voice came, Lu Xiaofeng's words for the exit suddenly would not be said again, because when this voice came, Lu Xiaofeng had already disappeared from the seat, and Ziqin disappeared with him.

Yan Renying maintained the posture of the sword and was already stiffened there, Lu Xiaofeng and Ziqin's movements were much faster than his sword, and Yan Renying's face had turned pale.

"Young man, to learn to be calm, a good swordsman must first have a calm heart."

Mu Dao man sighed and stood up, this action seemed to be extremely difficult for him, since Ziqin admitted that he had lost his sword, this Dao man seemed to be much older, a generation of new people replaced the old people, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, this river and lake has finally come to the time of changing the dynasty, and their rivers and lakes have gradually gone away after all.

"You, you are ............"

Yan Renying didn't know the Mudao people, and he didn't know who was with Lu Xiaofeng, he only knew the snake king because the snake king was the most legendary person in the rivers and lakes in this ten months, and he was described countless times, but the Mudao people, the rivers and lakes of the Mudao people have disappeared for a long time, and the Mudao people have not been a figure in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

"I, I'm just an old man who likes to play chess and drink."

Mu Dao Man smiled lightly and spoke, Yan Renying's mouth opened wide again, although Mu Dao Man is no longer a man of the times, but the legend of the older generation of people has not been completely forgotten.

"You are Elder Wudang, Elder Mudao."

Yan Renying respectfully hugged his sword and bent down, but the wooden Daoren just laughed, the laughter was very low, and when Yan Renying got up and wanted to say something, the wooden Daoist had already arrived outside the door.

It seems that he is no longer proud of the four words of Elder Wudang, and he no longer seems to care about the false name, but if Yan Renying is careful, he can find that the waist of the Mudao man walking out of the door after he bends down and bows is quite straight.

Yan Renying was slightly stunned and immediately chased out.

On the street, Lu Xiaofeng and Ziqin stood in a row, but in front of them was a horse, a white horse, and there was a person on horseback, a dead man.

When she saw this dead man, Yan Renying's whole person stiffened as if she had been struck by lightning.

(To be continued)