Inside the inn

The young man smiled and looked at the younger brothers and sisters who were sitting around him with a little curiosity.

And with it

"He was already faster than the speed of the ring's attack and gently clamped the ring wrapped in spiritual power, and then used his wrist power to skillfully change the trajectory of the ring, leading the ring to the trajectory he had planned. Finally, using the middle finger of the right hand as the center point, the rotation technique slowly counteracts the force carried by the ring. ”

"But, no, senior brother, spiritual power has various attributes, and the spiritual power used by that young man is metallic, shouldn't the chopsticks be broken when they touch the spiritual power of gold?"

The woman among the three voiced the doubts in the minds of the other two.

The young man with four moire patterns on his robe smiled slightly.

Mysteriously smiled: "Because in addition to being a spiritual cultivator, he is also a physical cultivator. ”

"And the body cultivators, they all have the power of blood, and the power of his blood is very strong. It was precisely because of this that he was able to use the power of blood to resist the attributes of spiritual power. ”

"What? He's actually a dual cultivator. Except for the young man who folded the fan, several people were shocked.

"Senior brother, is he really so powerful?" but one of the young men with three cloud patterns was skeptical.

"I couldn't do that when I was his age. ”

"Ahh

The three were shocked.

You must know that in the eyes of these three people, the talent of the young man in front of them is the most outstanding genius in their sect in a hundred years. Even their suzerain thinks he's inferior.

"Senior sister, do you remember the purpose of our coming out?"

"Ahh

"Senior brother, you don't want to ......" The woman was shocked by his senior brother again.

The young man folded the folding fan in his hand, slowly got up, and walked towards the wooden table where Wentian was.

meanwhile

The fat-headed man was slightly surprised to see that Wentian had only used a pair of chopsticks to catch his attack. However, normalcy soon returned.

In the fat-headed man's heart, although he couldn't see through Wentian's cultivation, but looking at Wentian's youthful appearance, he had already concluded that Wentian should only be a little higher than his own cultivation or use some kind of secret technique to hide his cultivation.

[Secret Technique: Martial Arts III. It is an unpassed technique of major families or sects. 】

However, because Wentian was too young, it was impossible for him to be a member of the major families or sects. As for the basis. The basis is that there is no older powerhouse around Wentian to protect him.

"Humph!"

The man thought about it.

"Now it's up to you how you take it. The fat-headed man turned around directly, took out five hidden weapons from his waist, urged the spiritual power of gold with all his might, poured it into the hidden weapon in his hand, and then shot out instantly.

The hidden weapon shot at Wentian with an invincible momentum.

Wentian's head was slightly offset, looking at the hidden weapon that flew like thunder and lightning. Wentian still sat calmly, perhaps feeling thirsty, and actually picked up the wine glass next to his right hand and drank it.

"Humph!"

The fat-headed man looked at Wentian like that, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. The secret weapon that galloped away, even people who were two realms higher than him might not be able to dodge.

Seeing that the five hidden weapons were about to pass through Wentian's body.

The worry in Mu Qingyu's heart was even worse. And Xing Wuliuna, not only did not show worry, but picked up the chopsticks, knocked on the plate, and shouted on the side to help.

"Dingding......

"Black Crow, come on!"

"Ding Ding ......"

"Black crow, come on!"

"......" Mu Qingyu was speechless.

"Whew!"

When the hidden weapon was still half a meter away from Wentian.

A white figure suddenly appeared in front of Wen Tian.

"Tai Chi rounds. ”

The white figure lifted the folding fan in his hand and gently drew a circle in the air.

thereupon

A miracle happened

A Taiji pattern appeared out of thin air, and I saw that after the secret weapon touched the Taiji diagram, it actually stopped in mid-air strangely. However, the golden spiritual power attached to it still exudes its own sharpness.

"Would you like to give me face?" the young man smiled lightly, folding his fan lightly.

The fat-headed man looked at the young man who appeared in front of him with a cautious expression. When the man saw the young man's appearance. I already know that today's thing has failed.

"Good!"

"Since it is Bai Shao who speaks, then I will give Bai Shao this face. ”

"Let's go. The fat-headed man looked back at Wentian very unwillingly, and then turned around and left the inn.

"Gone!"

Wentian put the ring in the chopsticks on the wooden table, picked up the last bite of the dish in the plate, put it in his mouth, and picked up the ring on the wooden table. Operate the spiritual power, forcibly erase the golden spiritual power attached to it, and get up.

"Oh, don't, black crow, this wine is so delicious, I haven't finished drinking it yet, what are you going to do?" Xing Wuliu saw Wentian get up, and he was immediately unhappy.

In Xingwuliu's heart, only knives and wine cannot be disappointed. And Mu Qingyu followed behind Wentian very obediently.

Wentian walked up to the old man, put the spirit coin and ring on the wooden cabinet, and glanced at the little girl with a pale face who was hiding behind the old man. Whispered, "Live well!"

The old man looked at the ring on the wooden cabinet in front of him, his eyes showing gratitude.

And just as Wentian turned around and just took a step, the young man said loudly: "Brother Hei, please stay." ”

Wen Tian, who had just taken a step, frowned slightly.

"Brother Black, are you calling me?"

"Huh!"

Mu Qingyu, who followed behind Wentian, was slightly stunned.

"When did the master change his surname to Hei?"

And Xing Wuliu, who had just taken a sip, heard this.

"Poof!"

It squirted out in one gulp. The face was stunned, but after reacting. Instant laughter.

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

And so

The guests in the entire inn seemed to have forgotten the pain in their bodies, and they all stared blankly at Xing Wuliu, who was holding his stomach, slapping the table vigorously, and laughing regardless of his image.

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Even the young man with the folding fan and the three of them were at a loss.

And Wen Tian also looked at Xingwuliu with a puzzled face.

"Hahaha......"

"Hah...... Ha...... Hah!"

Xing Wuliu hugged his stomach and smiled.

According to Wentian's preliminary estimate, Xing Wuliu is estimated to have stomach cramps.

"Black brother!

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Xing Wuliu repeated it a few times, and laughed to himself.

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Listening to the words in Xing Wuliu's mouth, Mu Qingyu and Wentian instantly understood.

"Poof!"

Mu Qingyu really couldn't hold back this time. When he realized that he had lost his voice, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand, but the smile in his eyes was even worse.

"Have you laughed enough?" asked Tian and glanced at Xingwuliu coldly.

"Good! good!"

"I don't laugh anymore, I don't laugh anymore. Xingwuliu barely held back a smile.

The young man with the folding fan looked at Xing Wuliu who was holding back his smile in a daze, and then turned his eyes to Wentian with a black line on his face.

"What's going on?"

"Poof!"

The wine that Xing Wuliu had just drunk flew out of his mouth again.

Wen Tian's cold eyes swept over again.

"Good! good!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Xing Wuliu looked at Wen Tian's cold eyes, and immediately softened.

"My surname is Jian!" Wentian turned around, looked at the young man fiercely with his eyes, and said very seriously.

"Poof!"

A beautiful rainbow erupted from the mouth of the star stream again.

"Whew!"

Wentian probably couldn't help it, so he picked up a wine jar and threw it directly.

"Don't! Wine can't be wasted!"

Xing Wuliu took the angry wine jar thrown by Wentian. Hold in your arms. Muttered.

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