Xuan Qing's expression did not move, and he picked up the wine bowl by himself, put it to his lips and drank it gently.

When the mellow liquor poured down his throat, he lazily raised his face and looked at the man.

Looking at Xuanqing's tepid appearance, the man couldn't help but be angry.

"What's the matter?"

Xuan Qing's eyes swept over the person in front of him with contempt, and his hand subconsciously grabbed the dead wooden stick.

Seeing Xuanqing holding a dead wooden stick, the stick looked like rotten wood, the man thought that Xuanqing didn't even have a weapon to take advantage of, the man's courage couldn't help but grow, and he sneered:

"Hand over what you're on!"

Xuan Qing had long expected that this man was going to make trouble, and he had already prepared for it at this time.

"What if I'm not happy?"

Xuan Qing slowly stood up, grabbed the dead wooden stick in one hand, and glared at him fiercely.

The man glanced at Xuanqing's clothes, the plain clothes, and the deadwood stick in his hand made him firmly believe that Xuanqing's cultivation was as worrying as his clothes.

"Don't be too reluctant, it's really unbearable to think about the scene of beating you all over the ground to find your teeth!"

After saying that, the bearded man glanced at the brothers behind him, and the rest of the people couldn't help but burst into a burst of laughter when they heard him say this.

Xuan Qing drowned out the laughter, and the look on his face remained unmoved.

His expression did not move, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The man stepped forward and did not use the knife, but reached out to Xuanqing's waist with his bare hands to grab Xuanqing's storage bag.

Xuan Qing hated it the most, and although the monks were disgusted by others moving his storage bags, Xuan Qing was even more disgusted, and his grudge for this kind of behavior even went beyond the level of simple disgust.

He even decided that it would be a living insult for anyone to touch his storage bag!

This is the Xuanqing reverse scale, and this man is teasing this reverse scale!

How could he not be angry!

Xuan Qing's eyes suddenly turned scarlet and bloody.

The dead wood in his hand waved fiercely at the man's arm, only to hear a crisp click, the man's arm was broken by the battle, the force of this blow actually shattered the man's arm bone completely, and the hand that reached out was broken in reverse, like a withered leaf, hanging on the arm.

The thin man and the rest of the people couldn't help but widen their eyes in horror!

They didn't believe that this person, who didn't look good-looking, actually used a dead wood to break the bones of the ten-layer person's hand!

This strength and speed are absolutely unmatched!

"Oops, it hurts!"

It took a long time for the man to come to his senses, clutching his broken arm and exhaling in pain.

At this time, Xuan Qing's face was still calm, as if nothing had happened, he slowly sat down, picked up the wine bowl on the table, and drank the remaining wine slowly.

Such calmness and composure, as if the man's arm just now was not broken by him at all.

Seeing that his companion was injured, the rest of the people stepped forward one after another.

"Dare to hurt my brother, I think you are tired of being crooked!"

The thin man rolled up his sleeves, took out a long whip from his waist, and threw it into the air with a thud.

There were sparks in the air immediately, and this whip was not an ordinary whip, and it would take at least two hundred catties of strength to go down.

Xuan Qing's eyes glanced slightly, poured a bowl of wine again, and raised his head to drink it.

The thin man saw that Xuan Qing was not moved by his majesty at all, and suddenly felt that he had lost face, and he whipped Xuan Qing by the neck.

Xuan Qing seemed to be calm, his arm quickly blocked, and the strength of the man's whip fell on the wine bowl, and with a click, the wine bowl shattered, and the wine splashed on the ground.

Looking at the wine spilled on the ground, Xuan Qing shook his head with some regret.

"It's a pity for my wine!"

As soon as the words fell, he immediately struck a backhand, following the direction of the whip, and struck hard at the man's wrist.

The man exclaimed in pain, let go of the whip, and crawled out of the rolling belt.

The thin man lying on the ground looked at Xuan Qing incredulously, "Impossible, how can a cultivator of the eighth layer of condensing qi have such a powerful force?"

The other two were also dumbfounded, this thin man was the highest cultivation among the four of them, if the thin man couldn't beat him, who would dare to go up?

Although these two men held a big knife in their hands, they did not dare to rush forward.

At this time, Xuanqing's wine was almost drunk, and the sleepiness on his body had disappeared a lot.

Finally, he raised his spirit and stood up, and without waiting for the two big men with knives to attack, his body slid and a shadowless step floated to the two big men, and the dead wooden stick in his hand waved fiercely.

Dangdang!

With two successive sounds, the long knives in the hands of those two people immediately broke!

There was a click, and it immediately shattered to the ground.

What a speed!

Without speed, it would have been impossible to break these two knives with the deadwood stick alone.

Several people looked at Xuan Qing's long figure, and muttered about Xuan Qing's cultivation.

"What kind of cultivation is this kid?"

"Could it be that we have encountered the power of foundation building?"

The four brains came together and muttered, and no one dared to rush forward.

Xuan Qing didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"Actually, my storage bag, it's really nothing to look at. ”

Xuan Qing's face was flat, and as he spoke, he looked at the storage bag and was about to open it in front of them.

But the four of them spoke in unison:

"Your Excellency, there is no need, we have no eyes, and I don't want to offend Your Excellency, please open the net and let me wait for a way out. ”

Xuanqing had no intention of killing, but he didn't like to be searched for storage bags, and now there really wasn't anything of value in the storage bags.

Seeing that the four people didn't dare to look at it, Xuan Qing put away the storage bag.

His eyes skimmed to a fragment of a broken knife on the ground, and he pointed casually:

"You, bring the shard!"

The man looked at Xuan Qing and didn't know what Xuan Qing wanted to do.

Was it to kill him with a blade?

For a while, I thought I was going to take one of my arms or legs, and my face couldn't help but sweat.

But Xuan Qing's words, he didn't dare not listen, so he had to pick up a piece of the remaining broken blade and walk to Xuan Qing on his knees.

Xuan Qing raised his hand to take it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good. ”

"Uncle spare your life, spare your life...... As long as you let me go, I will be a cow and a horse......"

The man spoke, his forehead pounding on the ground.

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Xuan Qing didn't pay attention to him, but took the blade and knocked down the protrusions on the dead wooden stick little by little.

The flying sawdust fell to the ground, and the man saw clearly that the blade Xuanqing wanted was carved wood.

Only then did he take a big breath.

Xuanqing carved carefully for a while, and soon had the shape of a sword.

Without the right weapons, this dead wood will have to be used for a while.

Soon, this dead wood had the prototype of a sword in Xuan Qing's hands.

Xuanqing was so distracted that he forgot for a moment that the four men were still kneeling, they were afraid of Xuanqing, Xuanqing didn't speak, who dared to get up, so he watched Xuanqing carving one by one.

After about half an hour, a deadwood sword was finally carved.

Xuan Qing held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was quite satisfied with his carving.

With a wave of his hand, the sword hummed in the air.

"How?"

Xuan Qing looked at the four people on the ground.

The four of them nodded in unison at this time, patting their ass: "Good! Very good!"

Xuan Qing noticed that the four people were still kneeling on the ground, so he couldn't bear to say:

"Why are you still kneeling, get up!"

After this sound, the four of them struggled to get up from the ground.

Because he had been kneeling for too long, his knees were numb, but no one dared to speak, and he stood up straight with his teeth bared. (To be continued.) )