All the diners in the small shop rushed one after another and were shocked, what happened to these teenagers, in this case, they were still able to sit in their seats and eat as if nothing had happened, and directly ignored Li Zhuang's words.

Seeing a few people eating deliciously, the diners in the small shop were stunned!

This is too calm, isn't it?

Being ignored by Mo Li and others like this, Li Zhuang suddenly became angry, and his whole face turned into the color of pig liver.

"Boy, you dare to ignore me, are you looking for death?"

With a burst of applause, Li Zhuang raised his huge palm and slapped it towards the head of the orchestra pit sitting on the side.

At that moment, the diners present subconsciously held their breath and lifted a hanging heart for the orchestra pit.

Li Zhuang is not a simple ordinary person, but a martial artist who has broken through the sixfold realm. If he punches him in the head, those will be half dead

Live.

Just when Li Zhuang's palm was about to approach, the orchestra pit, which was still holding vegetables, suddenly flicked his fingers.

The two chopsticks in his hand instantly turned into afterimages and disappeared, and in just an instant, the two chopsticks pierced Li Zhuang's waist and stuck them on the wall behind him like arrows, and the small half was cut in.

The exposed half of the body was still vibrating and buzzing with the residual momentum.

At the moment when the chopsticks penetrated the palm of his hand, Li Zhuang's pupils shrank inward, his expression froze instantly, and before he could blast out his fist towards the orchestra pit, the action was instantly frozen, and then he slowly fell backwards.

Poof!

Li Zhuang threw himself in front of the orchestra pit.

However, Mo Li and the others still didn't even look at him, ignoring him from the beginning to the end.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird, there was silence, everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't make a sound, as if they had seen something fantastical.

Some people even thought they were dazzled, subconsciously reached out and rubbed their eyes, and then opened their eyes to look at Li Zhuang who fell to the ground.

It was only when they realized that they had not seen it at all, and they were not dazzled.

Li Zhuang fell to the ground and wailed in pain, there were obviously two more blood holes on the left and right sides of his abdomen, and blood gushed out like a fountain, which was very shocking.

"What just happened??"

"I didn't see it at all. ”

"It's chopsticks, that little brother used chopsticks to penetrate Li Zhuang's body!"

For a while, everyone in the small shop was constantly amazed, and at the same time, they were also guessing the origin of the orchestra pit and others in their hearts.

Kangling City is very large, a city accommodates people of all classes, and the central city is naturally inhabited by high-ranking officials and powerful families.

Then there are some wealthy merchants and some second- and third-rate families, some ordinary people live in the middle of nowhere, and the most marginal ones are slums.

And the small shop where Moli and the others are located is in the slum.

Normally, people like Li Zhuang don't bother to come to a place like them, but Li Zhuang chose this kind of place because he wanted to eat overlord meals, and he believed that people in the slums would never dare to disobey him.

And the orchestra pit can knock down Li Zhuang with chopsticks, and the realm must be higher than him, such a martial artist, except for passing by in a hurry, will definitely not stay here, let alone eat in such a humble shop.

That's why Li Zhuang has been arrogant here for so long.

After solving Li Zhuang lightly, the orchestra pit said to the shopkeeper casually: "I fell off my chopsticks, can you give me another pair." ”

The audience was quiet again, and the chopsticks had fallen? What kind of joke was this, it was clearly inserted in the wall.

For a while, the diners rushed to flee the shop, and when they fell just now, they directly injured Li Zhuang.

Who dared to continue eating here, and even Li Zhuang, who was covered in blood, climbed out of the shop with severe pain.

He was very frightened now, and no one knew if the chopsticks in the orchestra pit would fall again.

This time it's the abdomen, will it be the head next time? Li Zhuang didn't dare to bet, so he hurriedly left here while he still had a breath.

After Li Zhuang and all the diners left, in the entire small shop, except for Mo Li and the others and the owner of the shop, Xiao Er, there were only two young men with long swords on a table in the corner.

From the very beginning, they behaved very calmly, until the orchestra pit knocked down Li Zhuang with chopsticks, they flashed a flash of surprise, and then looked at the orchestra pit with a gaze full of fanaticism.

However, Mo Li and the others didn't care about all this, and after taking the chopsticks respectfully handed over by the shopkeeper, the orchestra pit continued to eat.

After about a cup of tea, Mo Li and the others took Gu Qing'er and prepared to leave the shop casually.

"Wait!"

As soon as they walked out of the shop, a strange voice of yin and yang came from behind them, and the place of this sound was the position of the young man with the long sword on the table just now.

I saw that two young men hurriedly rushed to the front of Mo Li and the others, blocking their way.

The two young men were probably around seventeen or eighteen years old, and the fluctuations emanating from their bodies let Mo Li and the others know at once that their realm was at the seventh level of the Breaking Beginning.

One of them had long flowing hair and was delicate. But it looks a little girly.

In contrast, the other appears masculine, but listless.

"What's the matter with the two of you?" Seeing the two blocking the way, Mo Li was the first to ask.

The masculine-looking young man ignored Mo Li and looked directly at the orchestra pit: "We can see your performance just now, yes, I want to compete with you." ”

"Not interested!" replied with a blank face, ready to leave.

But who knows, the man pulled out his long sword, stopped in front of them, looked at the orchestra pit with a fanatical face, and said, "I won't let you go until the competition is over." ”