The eyes of those who were shining in the noon sun were painful, and the travelers who had traveled long distances to Guangyang City lost their strength the moment they entered the city, and they wanted to lie down on the spot to rest. And so, the tavern on the side of the road, though it looked old and had not even a sign, was still overcrowded, and not a single table was empty.

Although there are many and miscellaneous people resting in the tavern, the tables and stools are not crowded, and the dishes are rarely clean, so Lu Qiming is only interested in sitting down here and drinking a cup of tea with the flow of people - after all, even if he enters Guangyang City, it is still half a day's drive from Lu Mansion.

Lu Qiming leisurely sipped the mellow barley tea and observed with interest the black-clothed young man at the adjacent table in front of him.

The black-clothed young man had a side dish and a pot of wine on the table, and he sat alone, but no one stepped forward to sit with him at the table--although he looked ordinary, his eyes were sharp, making his whole person look as sharp as a sword unsheathed, exuding the air of no one approaching.

It's just that in this way, it won't be noticed by Lu Qiming - others can't see it, they only vaguely feel that the young man in black is not easy to mess with, but Lu Qiming can clearly sense that the cultivation of this young man in black is enough to have the four realms of martial artists!

Judging by what he was wearing, he was not a child of a rich family, so his cultivation talent was really amazing, enough to compare most of the Lu family.

If Lu Qiming's guess is correct, this young man in black is Gu Zhiyang, a genius swordsman who has been famous in Guangyang City over the years.

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People who practice martial arts are extremely sensitive to the gaze of others. Gu Zhiyang frowned, put down the wine jug in his hand, and looked back.

He was a handsome young man of his age, and the young man's breath was indescribably clear and smart, and his cloth clothes were spotless. Seeing him look over, the young man smiled slightly without being cramped and nodded his head in greetings kindly.

Somehow, when he met the young man's gaze, the restlessness in Gu Zhiyang's heart disappeared in an instant, he stretched his brows, hesitated slightly, and nodded slightly. If this scene was seen by someone who was familiar with him, he would be stunned for fear - how could Gu Zhiyang ever pay attention to a stranger?

Gu Zhiyang just felt that this young man's gaze was very peaceful and calm, which gave people a very peculiar feeling. But he didn't pay much attention to it—he had just sensed that the aura of this young man was just that of an ordinary person who had never cultivated.

Unlike the peace of mind of the two, the rest of the people in the tavern were restless.

A short and fat man was eating noodles heavily, suddenly lifted the placket of his clothes, wiped the sweat from his face, and gasped: "It's so fucking hot!

"Hey, you're too vain, aren't you? Did you look for your little peach sister again yesterday?" The long-faced man beside him squeezed his eyebrows and patted the fat on his stomach. And looked at the crowd around him, and couldn't help but say: "But there are a lot of people recently! I don't know what's going on......

"Brother, you two are not from Lu Cheng, right?" The person at the table next to him heard this, and couldn't help but stretch out his head and tease: "It's not because of the Lu family's five-year clan competition!"

"Lu Clan?Clan Comparison?" The two looked at each other, really not knowing.

The person who spoke was even more excited, and said loudly: "I'll tell you, the Lu clan has a clan competition every year, and every time people from major forces come to watch the ceremony. This time, you're in a hurry! This time it's a five-year big clan competition -- even the great families of other dynasties have to send people, like the Qin family, the Chen family, ......."

"Stop, stop, I can't tell you the point for a long time, let me come!" The tall thin man next to him listened to the nonsense and itched in his heart, squeezed the person in front of him away, and said with a mysterious face: "I have been in Lu City since I was a child, forty or fifty years - but generally speaking, even if the Lu clan is compared, it will not be so grand this time - mainly because of one person!"

"Who is it?" said the short and fat man and the long-faced man in unison.

"Lu Qiming!" The tall and thin man's face was straight, and the three words were said loudly.

Hearing this name, Gu Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked up over there, and the handsome young man who swept to the next table also glanced up, but this did not attract his attention in the slightest—you know, when they heard this name, nine out of ten people in the tavern had to raise their heads and prick up their ears to listen carefully.

The two strangers immediately let out a long "oh", "It turns out that he is going to participate in this clan competition!"

Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the whole tavern people, the tall and thin man continued with his eyebrows: "My eldest brother knows the people of the Lu family, he said that the small competition of the Lu family every year does not matter, but the big competition of five years, but everyone of the younger generation of the Lu family must participate!

The others couldn't help but be in awe—this tall and thin man could have a relationship to know such a detailed matter!

At this moment, a sneer came from outside the tavern, "What a ridiculous relationship, it's embarrassing to show off!

This is a naked slap in the face! The tall and thin man's face changed, and he stood up gloomily and looked out the door.

"That's that, how can they compare with you Third Brother Ling!" Another flattering voice sounded, and he said loudly: "Third Brother Ling, you are a big man who was invited by the Lu family to watch the ceremony!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of gasps in the tavern. The tall and thin man's face changed again, and after all, he was dragged back to his seat by his companion and stopped talking.

Under the gaze of everyone, a middle-aged man in a brown brocade robe swaggered into the tavern, surrounded by four or five nodding people standing behind him. The man in the brocade robe, known as "Third Brother Ling", looked at the gaze of everyone in the tavern with satisfaction, smiled reservedly, and said, "It's just to go with the eldest brother, it's not an invitation." ”

"Same! Same!" the people behind laughed.

Third Brother Ling looked around and couldn't help frowning—there wasn't a single empty table in the tavern now. He set his sights on a corner of the tavern, where there were two tables and eight seats, but only one young man sat each, which stood out in the crowded tavern.

Gu Zhiyang felt Third Brother Ling's gaze, his brows furrowed, and his gaze swept at him like lightning - but the three realms of martial artists are not to be afraid.

Third Brother Ling looked at Gu Zhiyang's fierce temperament and the heavy sword in his arms, hesitated slightly, looked away, and turned to look at the handsome young man with a gentle temperament on the other table.

Third Brother Ling glanced at the handsome young man up and down a few times, strode towards him, stopped in front of his desk, kicked his table impatiently, and said condescendingly: "You, go to another table!"

......

Lu Qiming couldn't help but laugh dumbly as he watched Third Brother Ling swagger towards him.

When he heard that the topic was crooked to him, he thought it was very interesting, and he didn't expect that this Third Brother Ling would find him directly in the end - but he came to ask for a table!

Third Brother Ling didn't know what Lu Qiming was laughing at, he only felt that Lu Qiming's gaze made him extremely uncomfortable, and this discomfort made him decide to give this kid some color to see. He suddenly saw the knife on Lu Qiming's back, and he had a calculation in his heart. He gave the attendant beside him a look and muttered, "This knife...... Why do you look so familiar?"

"Huh!" the attendant immediately realized and said loudly: "Isn't this the knife that the eldest brother lost a few days ago?

Lu Qiming blinked, did he look so easy to bully? He sighed, put down the teacup, and sighed secretly, why can't he even drink a cup of tea?

However, Third Brother Ling misunderstood the meaning of the young man's sigh, thinking that he was trying to give in to himself. The corners of his mouth hooked up into a sneer, "Little thief, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't arrest you and send you to the official." Leave a hand and I'll let you go!"

As soon as his voice fell, Lu Qiming didn't have time to say anything, but he heard a "bang" next to him - it was the sound of the wine jug slamming on the table - Gu Zhiyang stood up and shouted sharply: "Enough!"

"Hey, it's you kid! I didn't bother you yet, so you yelled first?" Third Brother Ling saw that it was just the black-clothed young man with sharp eyes, his heart was relieved, and he turned even more angry, and said, "Don't be embarrassed!"

"I hate bullies the most in my life, and today you bumped into my hands, you are unlucky. Gu Zhiyang's expression was indifferent, and he grabbed the heavy sword on the table with one hand.

"Ridiculous!" Third Brother Ling's eyes widened angrily, and he pulled out the saber on his waist and stabbed it fiercely at Gu Zhiyang's heart.

Gu Zhiyang snorted coldly, lightly raised his heavy sword, and dissolved Third Brother Ling's seemingly fierce offensive with a flick of his hand.

Third Brother Ling's sword crooked and slashed on the wooden table; after all, he was also a martial artist's cultivator, how could the wooden table stand it--there was a loud bang, and the wine and food were scattered all over the table.

When the people in the tavern saw that these people were really cut, they hurriedly rushed out, but they didn't leave, and gathered outside the tavern to watch the excitement.

Lu Qiming hadn't prepared to use a knife before, but when he saw that everyone was scattered, he didn't have any worries, pulled out his backhand, and took out the Nianci knife. It's okay, let's solve it quickly.

Gu Zhiyang didn't expect that this handsome young man would dare to draw a knife against Ling Sange without cultivation, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise and praised: "You, not bad!" The look between his eyebrows softened a little, and he stepped forward to block Lu Qiming, and said, "You go to the side and hide, he, I'll deal with it!"

Lu Qiming was stunned and couldn't help laughing, but it was not easy to refuse his kindness. He touched his nose, took a few steps back, and thought silently, "It's a big deal, just don't let him get hurt." ”

"Boy, do you want to be a hero, aren't you afraid of losing your life?" Third Brother Ling smiled weirdly.

Gu Zhiyang didn't say a word, he only raised the heavy sword, and the internal force of his body was running with all his strength, and in an instant, a powerful momentum exploded in all directions.

There was silence for a moment. Third Brother Ling's face was instantly gloomy.

"Martial Arts Four Realms!"

"He's ...... Gu Zhiyang!"