There is a teahouse on the street opposite Piaoxiang Building, and no one cares about it on the top floor of this teahouse at this time, because it has been contracted.

On the whole floor, on the table in front of the window, there was an old man in plain clothes with a red face, who was leisurely serving tea and drinking himself, but his eyes were shimmering at the thrilling battle outside the window.

And behind this plain-clothed old man with a red face, two middle-aged men stood quietly, their faces were quite grim, and each holding a long knife with a sheath in his arms. At this moment, the two of them also focused their eyes on the figures of the six fierce confrontations.

This was the first time they had seen such a powerful young master, who was able to fight for more than ten rounds and be invincible.

With such superb swordsmanship, I am afraid that no one in this Ruliu Town can compare. Moreover, the martial arts strength shown by this young man can definitely be ranked in the top ten in Ruliu Town. To put it bluntly, except for the leaders of the major forces in Ruliu Town, I am afraid that no one is his opponent!

This is the young talent, the master who is most worthy of their Qingyang City Zheng family to recruit at a huge cost. And the candidates they looked for before were all overshadowed in front of this person, compared to them, they were scum at all, and they couldn't catch up with half a point at all!

"Zheng Xin, you said that this young man can win this battle?"

The plain-clothed old man stared intently at the battle on the street and asked flatly.

"My subordinates think we should be able to win, right?"

The middle-aged man with a knife on the right hand behind the old man looked out the window and replied in a somewhat uncertain tone.

The old man in plain clothes then asked, "Zheng Xiang, you say?"

"The subordinates think that this person can win, and the people of the Zhang Family Dart Gun Regiment are not opponents at all!"

The middle-aged man with a knife on the left behind the old man looked at the young figure with an expressionless face, and replied in a light tone.

The old man in plain clothes was obviously satisfied with this answer, and nodded slightly: "Well, if this person can survive this station, he is the candidate we are looking for in Ruliu Town!"

Hearing this, Zheng Xin had some questions: "What about those candidates before?"

"If there is such a person, what do you want to do with the mediocre people before? as long as you can recruit him, it is enough to beat ten people joining forces!"

The plain-clothed old man didn't look back, only a faint voice floated on the top floor of the entire teahouse, mixed with an unquestionable meaning.

"Bell, Ding, Bell......"

The spears and swords exchanged swords, as if they had eyes, constantly interacting fiercely in mid-air, bursting out of sparks in all directions, and the momentum was amazing.

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword collided with the blade of the spear, making a crisp sound. The two top-grade famous soldiers were both bent a little by the huge force generated by the collision at this moment, and between the rebound of the strength, Yi Guanming and Bao Zhi'an each took two steps back.

"Hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo......"

And at the moment when Yi Guanming's figure regressed, the eyes of the other four worshippers of the old man in plain clothes lit up together, seized this opportunity, and hurriedly stepped out, and the dark silver dart guns in their hands all turned rapidly at an extremely rapid speed, as fast as lightning, and stabbed at the four key points in front of and behind Yi Guanming's body.

Under the swift attack of the dark silver dart gun in the hands of the four people, the air around them was affected at this moment and became a little whistling.

In an instant, the gun wind was like a knife, and the multiple gun shadows converged into four dark whirlwinds visible to the naked eye, and under the infusion of powerful strength, with a palpitating aura, it spread out in all directions, and went towards Yi Guanming.

"Shadow Whirlwind Gun, a top-grade martial art!"

Looking at the four worshippers of the Zhang family's dart and gun group, all of whom used their strongest mastery and issued the strongest killing moves, they surrounded Yi Guanming, and Zhou Yifan, Xue Jingfang, and Yan Xuerou on the Piaoxiang upstairs couldn't help but change their faces.

Looking at such a sharp combined attack, even the old man in plain clothes above the teahouse was shocked, and his indifferent face was a little dignified.

This Shadow Whirlwind Gun is the strongest martial art learned in the Zhang Family Dart Gun Regiment, if it is used alone, the power is not very strong, but if several people use it at the same time according to the method of joint attack, it is extremely powerful, people can avoid it, no one can stop it!

If it were to be replaced by an old man in plain clothes, in this situation, he would also be a little embarrassed in the face of the joint attack of the four martial arts cultivators of the Zhang Family Dart Spear Regiment in the fivefold stage of the Juyuan Realm. Although he was able to defuse the killing move of the four, he also had to pay some big price. Even if it is other Gathering Yuan Realm Ninefold martial artists, under this kind of offensive, they are afraid that they will suffer some dark losses if they deal with it in a hurry.

"The sword goes off the rails!"

At this moment of life and death, Yi Guanming's swords that seemed to be like a shock, like a bolt of lightning, with a dazzling white sword, slashed horizontally, outlining a long curved trajectory, extremely fast, exuding violent energy fluctuations, and finally smashed almost simultaneously on the four dark silver dart guns that stabbed at him with huge lethality.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

A crisp and loud sound sounded quickly, and the four voices were connected but like one, dragging a little long note. Suddenly, an extremely fierce wind spread, blowing away a layer of mud and dust on the ground.

The four worshippers of the Zhang Family Dart Gun Regiment were all shocked by Yi Guanming's powerful blow, and their bodies couldn't help but kick back a few steps, and their right hands holding guns trembled a little.

Under the shock of such a fierce killing move by the four members of the Zhang family's dart gun group, Yi Guanming's figure was also trembling a little, his face was slightly pale, and his entire arm began to swell and ache.

However, before Yi Guanming could slow down this blow, the bright silver dart gun in Bao Zhi'an's hand had already hit again, and the fierce aura immediately oppressed, and the chill was cold, so that he had to continue to greet him cautiously.

"Bright Silver Chain Gun!"

As Bao Zhi'an's cold drink sounded, more than a dozen sharp gun shadows bloomed out, turning into a white whirlwind chain, which hit Yi Guanming's heart, throat and other vital points like lightning, killing and terrifying.

"Thunderbolt Sword!"

Seeing this scene, Yi Guanming's face changed slightly, and the Thunder Sword Technique was instantly exerted to the extreme, and the last strike came first, rising in the air like a meteor, and slashing at the bright silver dart spear that came directly in Bao Zhi'an's hand.

On the Qingliu Sword that slashed out, the majestic energy was rapidly condensing, exuding violent fluctuations, and its power was no less than that of Bao Zhi'an's killing moves.

"Bell!"

The bright silver dart gun in Bao Zhi'an's hand and the Qingliu sword in Yi Guanming's hand collided fiercely, releasing a powerful impact, smashing the top-grade famous soldiers in the hands of the two of them to a slight deformation.

The strong force followed the weapons of the two people, and passed into the arms of the two respectively, shaking the figures of the two people back, and the footsteps fell along the ground for a meter or two, and then they stopped steadily.

In such a fierce confrontation situation, the two sides were still evenly matched, but everyone looked at each other with murderous intent!