I saw an extremely large, burly, bald giant man squeezing into the tavern.

Yes, it's right to "squeeze" into this tavern, this bald giant is too tall, at least ten feet away, eleven feet should also be, the upper body is naked, the lower body is wearing a tight black military uniform, the strong and powerful arms are really thicker than the waist of ordinary people, and every muscle exposed at the same time is like a metal cast, in order to pass through the door of the tavern, this big man almost bent his waist to sixty degrees.

"Boom-"

When he saw the positive appearance of this bald giant, the storyteller Lao Liu directly swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, but he still felt that his throat was tight.

At this time, Zhao Li had already abandoned the appearance of "Xu Jinjiang", and the reason why he was dressed like that was purely because he felt that he was too young and didn't look murderous enough - but now he has no need for this at all.

The battle of the martial arts conference caused too many scars on Zhao Li's body, maybe the battle was too fierce at that time, or maybe it was the repeated tug-of-war between the gunfire and the recovery ability at that time, so that the wounds on Zhao Li's body did not recover perfectly, leaving shocking scars.

In particular, the huge penetrating wounds on both cheeks caused by Magnum's bullets, and the entire jaw that seemed to be sewn back with a needle and thread...

The wounds are not only on the face of the big man, Lao Liu vigorously moved his gaze from the face of the big man to the body - the naked arms and upper body of the big man are also covered with strange radial hole-shaped wounds, these scars have formed a terrifying pattern on the surface of the muscles, Lao Liu can't imagine how these terrible wounds are caused, and he is even more surprised that someone can survive such injuries...

It looks like the bald giant man who crawled back to the world from hell can't even stand up completely straight in this tavern, and has to hunch over slightly to move freely, this big man glanced around the lobby, only to see that the martial arts people in the hall were all looking at him blankly, couldn't help laughing, twisted the scars on his face even more terrifyingly, and said: "The story is very good, I heard it a street away, and I came in to listen to it, you continue." ”

After Dahan finished speaking, he walked to the corner of the lobby with a slightly hunched back, sat down at a table, and shouted at the same time: "Little Er, serve wine." ”

It looks like you're really going to listen to a book here.

The entire tavern was quiet, and the men in the audience were secretly looking at Zhao Li and Lao Liu, who was a storyteller.

"It turns out that Lao Liu has really been to the martial arts conference. ”

"Is this the new Monkey King among the Five Great Venerables of the Demon Sect? It's really powerful, and you can hear the voice here clearly from just a street away..."

This is what all the charlatans in the audience think.

"Keep telling the story!" The bald giant saw that the storyteller Lao Liu was still standing stupidly, and couldn't help but be a little impatient, and while urging, he slammed his palm on the table in front of him.

Smack-

In front of everyone's eyes, I saw that on the table that was slapped by the big man, a palm-shaped wooden tabletop was directly knocked down and fell to the ground, looking at the shape and size of the palm-shaped tabletop seems to be completely consistent with the palm of the big man, and the edge of the wooden palm is also clean and neat, as if it was cut out with a sharp knife.

"Boom-"

Seeing this scene, all the Jianghu men in the audience couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva in unison.

Breaking up the table with one palm is not a skill, and any person who has practiced martial arts for a few years can do it by brute force.

A palm hit part of the table, it can be called a "good", which means that the control of the force has been small, and the palm force will no longer be distributed to the whole table, but can be effectively controlled in a certain area.

But like the one in front of me, with a palm, the whole table does not move at all, only hitting a table top that is exactly the same shape and size as the palm, and the cut surface is smooth and neat... Forgive the men and lakes present who are lonely and unheard, not to mention that they have never heard of this level of kung fu.

"Ah, Ah, this, this, that, in the martial arts conference, this Monkey King, Ah No, is the Monkey King Zhao and Zhao Li, first fought with the Wu Mansion Master of the Golden Crow Building and the King of the Pure Yang Sword Sect for three or three hundred rounds, and then took the opportunity to sell a flaw..."

This palm instantly sobered up the storyteller Lao Liu, and when he opened his mouth, he stammered and began to talk nonsense - Lao Liu could feel that big drops of cold sweat were condensing from his forehead, and then rolling down one by one.

Although this bald giant has never reported his identity since he entered the door, how can Lao Liu not guess who this is? This kind of pleasure of facing the person concerned and blowing on the spot is the first time Lao Liu has experienced it, and he is really a little unaccustomed, especially since this person is still a big devil who kills people without blinking.

"Ahem, I suddenly remembered that the laundry at home hasn't been dried yet, and I'm going to go home to dry the clothes first. A charlatan who was sitting closest to Zhao suddenly stood up, as if talking to himself, as if explaining something to someone, and walked towards the door of the tavern while speaking loudly.

It's like overthrowing the dominoes, from the moment the first charlatan left, all the people in the audience one after another, like elementary school students, stood up and reported the reason loudly, and walked towards the door...

"Me too, I suddenly remembered that the family dog hadn't been fed yet, and I should be hungry and panicked at this time, and I had to go home first. ”

"Ah, I made an appointment with someone to compete in martial arts, but now I just remembered that it was too late, I had to go first..."

The atmosphere of the whole tavern is very weird, on the one hand, the storyteller Lao Liu is stammering to share the story he just made up in front of the parties, and on the other hand, the people in the rivers and lakes take turns to share the reasons for leaving...

"If you don't want to hear about the book, get out of here, now I'm annoyed and don't want to hear a word and nonsense from other people. Finally, Zhao Li, the bald man with a scar, spoke up, and he was very impatient and loudly interrupted the departure speech of a Jianghu person.

The audience was silent for another minute.

Then, just like someone had fired a starting gun, the next second, all the Jianghu people who were still sitting in the tavern stood up one after another and walked briskly towards the door - just like the rehearsal, these Jianghu people showed a completely different quality and cultivation from the past, and during the whole departure process, not only no one spoke, but even the footsteps were exceptionally light.

In just a few breaths, the lobby of the tavern, which was overcrowded before, became empty, leaving only Zhao Li and the storyteller Lao Liu.

"I want to go too!" Lao Liu, who only dared to say this in his heart, looked at the empty lobby in front of him and wanted to cry without tears.

"Don't stop the story! Wine, can you hurry up?" Zhao Li looked like an irascible old brother at this time, and shouted towards the outside of the lobby.