After listening to it for a while, Luo Wen suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could the masters in the mouths of these guests be some names such as scholars with bad pen, wine and meat monks, and Fengyue Taoists, where are the common professions in martial arts such as swordsman, swordsman, and boxing master?

And apparently, he is not the only one who thinks the same way.

After a while, there was a square-faced guest with messy hair and a short shirt and long pants who couldn't listen anymore!

The guest put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and then he got up and looked at everyone: "What monk and Taoist priest have a rotten pen, where did you put Lao Tzu's six-style life-killing sword?"

Well, it turns out that he is one of those people who has been ignored......

The guests in the inn were obviously accustomed to this kind of scene, so they all looked indifferent, and one of the guests who was drinking wine with peanuts and a green soft hat on his head laughed: "Oh, it turned out to be a sword-wielding one." ”

The guest who called himself the "Six-Style Deadly Sword" was ridiculed by him, and his alcohol suddenly surged, and his face was full of drunkenness: "What's wrong with the sword? There are so many people who use swords all day, you look down on those who use swords!"

The cuckold guest shook his head and said calmly: "It's not that you look down on those who use swords, but you look down on those who only use swords." ”

The "Six-Style Death Sword" suddenly became angry: "What are you talking about?

The cuckold guest smiled coldly and mocked: "I said that those who use swords can only cut people, not ghosts, and birds!"

"Bird, your mother's use!" The six-style life-killing sword slammed away the chair, reaching out to draw the sword, "Lao Tzu will let you understand the power of sword users today!"

......

"In the blink of an eye, is there going to be a fight?"

Rowan stared at the two big round eyes, and looked more attentively.

"This is the rivers and lakes, this is the martial arts, and it looks good!"

The atmosphere in this inn is simply changing, one moment is still talking about the exorcism master in harmony, and the next moment it is about to develop into a life and death drama!

None of the surrounding guests wanted to stop them, all of them were the same as Luo Wen, completely looking like "there is a drama and you don't watch a bastard".

In such an atmosphere, the "Six-Style Deadly Sword" player really pulled out his sword, and the "Green Soft Hat" player stood up without fear, that is, the little guy who played in the lobby could only hug his head and run away, extremely panicked.

"Look at the sword!"

With a loud shout, the "Six-style Deadly Sword" player took the lead, his body shook, and he was very drunk, but the hand holding the sword was extremely steady, and the sword was handed out, without any chaos, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed into the three steps of the "Green Soft Hat" player.

But the "green soft hat" player is obviously not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others, I saw that he suddenly took off the hat on his head, revealing a big bald head!

"This is pointless! What's the use of taking off your hat and showing your head?

Rowan was puzzled, but immediately after, the surrounding guests exclaimed loudly, making him suddenly understand the intention of this "green soft hat" player.

"It turned out to be an evergreen monk! No wonder it's so majestic!"

"Master Evergreen! Even Master Evergreen has come to the town, it seems that the rumors are true, the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism ......"

"Master Evergreen, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

......

"Poor monks are evergreen, don't avoid wine, but don't give birth to monkeys. ”

The evergreen monk stood with one hand, the wind was light, and the left hand hidden in the sleeve robe flicked his fingers, and a beam of blue light flashed, and it passed away, and under the feet of the "six-style life-killing sword", there was a sudden blue light crossing.

The blue light landed in a circle, and suddenly burst out, and the green thorns transformed from it and grew rapidly, not only entangled the feet of the "Six-style Fatal Sword", but also erected a thorn fence, and locked the "Six-style Death-Killing Sword" in an instant!

"Good!"

The surrounding guests cheered loudly and praised the evergreen monk.

"Think this trick can trap me?" The six-style Deadly Sword Player snorted angrily, put away his sword and turned around, and drew his sword again!

When the sword was handed out, his wrist trembled wildly, crazy like a sheep, and the sword also shook like a wind, and in an instant, six styles were one, and six sword flowers were pointed out, each sword flower was pointed in one place, and the six points were superimposed, and the lethality was doubled!

With a "poof", a thorn in front of him was pierced by his sword, turning into blue light and shattering!

However, the evergreen monk only smiled lightly, and another thorn grew out of the aperture, completely filling in the gap.

"Come again!"

I don't know if it's because of the relationship between alcohol and brain, Mr. Six-style Death Sword is completely brainless and swords against the thorn fence again and again, and every time he goes out with all his strength, he can pierce a thorn, but after each thorn is broken, there will be new thorns to make up for it immediately!

This scene was interesting at first, but after watching it for a long time, it gradually became boring.

The guests around him looked at him with half-mocking, half-sympathetic eyes.

Only the evergreen monk was still standing there lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, a little proud.

Finally, someone can't watch it anymore!

"Enough is enough! What is there to be proud of bullying a drunk?"

The voice was a man in white sitting alone in the corner of the lobby eating and drinking, he sat on a chair, a long knife with a sheath was leaned on by him casually, and on the table in front of him were three dishes, namely steamed fish, braised fish and boiled fish fillet.

At the same time, the man in white slapped the scabbard, and suddenly a strong wind blew up, whistling out, and a few essences flashed out of thin air in the air!

Before most of the guests could react, the thorny fence surrounding the "Six-Style Deadly Sword" suddenly shattered, as if it had been cut by a thousand knives!

The face of the evergreen monk turned pale, and the six-style life-killing sword player saw that the thorns were broken, but he rushed forward without hesitation, and then was slapped by the blue light palm of the evergreen monk and broke the long sword on the spot!

The half-cut blade "clanged" and fell to the ground, and the six-style life-killing sword player suddenly looked stunned, woke up from drunkenness, and then suddenly took three steps back and stood in place!

"Crazy Knife Song San !!"

Someone recognized the identity of the man in white and immediately exclaimed.

"It turned out to be the mad knife Song San! Okay, I remember!"

Monk Changqing snorted lightly and sat back in his seat.

And Song San, the crazy knife, ignored it, just stared at the three plates of fish on his table with shining eyes.

But when he made a move, the surrounding guests did not miss the knife when they whispered.

Only the "six-style life-killing sword" was still carrying the broken sword, staying in place, embarrassed and embarrassed.

He had woken up from his drunkenness, knowing that he was far from being the match for the cuckold monk, but he felt a sense of gray when he retreated like this......

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that in the corner of the inn, someone was waving to him!

Although the man was a child and had a nasty bald head, he still grasped this life-saving straw and whispered to himself: "Little brother, what are you looking for me?"

"Your sword, it's very good!" Rowan boasted.

"Six-style Death Sword" suddenly turned dark: "My sword, but it's all broken!"