Ling Han only saw that a few young scholars in the seat next to him immediately widened their eyes when they heard the words "Jade Girl". A white-clothed scholar muttered in a low voice: "This jade girl is this jade girl who is "jade and ice clear, and the wind and moon are four"!"

"This jade girl is a beautiful girl, a song of the cave flute is really like a fairy sound, there is a way is "listen to the cave flute is not sleepy, the moon is shining on the ancient pine branches"!

"Yes, if I can have a long talk with the jade girl and talk about some piano music, even if I have to live for five years, it will be worth it!" said another yellow-clothed scholar next to him.

"Is that the chick who can do a? Let her come to the uncle, the uncle has silver!" "I'm here to see what this chick is capable of!hahahaha!"

A man who seemed to be a follower next to him also said with a smile on his face: "Mo Dashao, why don't you take this "Fengyue Pavilion" today, and call out any "Bingqing Yujie" to drink with you!"

Another man also laughed and said, "Mo Dashao, today can also make our brother happy!"

There was only a middle-aged man, just sitting there, sipping the tea, silently, without echoing the voice.

"It's easy to say!" Namo Dashao was full of wine, took another sip of wine, and said loudly: "Jade beauty, come down quickly! Lao Tzu can't wait!"

"Where did the mad dog come from! It's so ugly to hear here!" said the white-clothed scholar who had just whispered.

"Who said that, bitch, stand up and show Lao Tzu!" that Mo Dashao was not a good person when he saw it, and when he heard someone scolding him, he stood up and looked around. And the two men next to him also stood up, their brows furrowed. Seeing that his temples were bulging high, he was a master of skin training, but the silent man did not move.

Ling Han felt in his heart that this silent man was a dangerous character, because even he couldn't see his cultivation.

"There's a good show to watch!" Jia Ren said to Ling Han with a smile. Ling Han just wanted to probe the details of the deer spirit man, and he didn't want to have more rights and wrongs, so he said, "Brother Jia, be quiet! Don't get into trouble!"

Jia Ren smiled and said, "This is not like Shen Zhuang's No. 1 master! Where is your fire refining poisonous fire, where is the momentum of the white ape?"

"I came to this land of fireworks as a last resort! if I let my master know, he won't spare me!" Ling Han whispered.

"I think you're afraid that your Miss Shen will be blamed, right?" Jia Ren smiled with a smile in his eyes: "I can prove to you that Ling Gongzi is just sitting here and drinking tea."

"You must not leak half a sentence, otherwise you will ......," Ling Han said.

"Otherwise, what?" said Jia Ren interrupting Ling Han's words, with a fearless expression.

"Otherwise, otherwise I won't want this sword!" Ling Han patted the "Cadre Blue Lion Sword" in his hand and said.

Na Jia Ren deliberately pretended to be scared and said: "Okay! I'm afraid of you! I won't say it! If your Shen girl hears some rumors, don't suspect that I leaked it, the man's words are out, and the horse is difficult to chase!"

Suddenly, the white-clothed scholar who had just spoken stood up and said, "Who is the dog scolding?"

"Son of a dog scolding you!" said Namo Dashao in a loud voice.

"Oh, it was the dog who scolded me!" said the white-clothed scholar with a smile as soon as he opened his folding fan.

Everyone next to him couldn't help but chuckle when they saw him scolding Mo Dashao around the corner.

Seeing that everyone was laughing, and didn't know what was going on, he asked, "What are you laughing at? I said that the dog scolded him, right?"

"Yes, yes!" everyone said with a smile.

Mo Dashao's two followers heard that the white-clothed scholar was ridiculing the young master, so they said loudly: "That kid, don't know whether to live or die, do you know who our young master is?"

"Who do I care who you are?" shouting here is disrespectful to the jade girl!" The white-clothed scholar was not afraid at all.

"Good boy, your mouth is quite hard!" a follower stood up and looked at the white-clothed scholar angrily, and was about to rush over to embarrass him.

Ling Han saw that the white-clothed scholar was polite and polite, and he didn't look like a person who cultivated martial arts, so he looked like he would definitely suffer, so he couldn't help but be a little worried.

And Jia Ren next to him smiled and said: "The strength is slightly resting, and the words are not persuasive! There is no power to restrain the chicken, and the tiger's head is itchy, and a long lesson can be learned by suffering a little!"

The young man ran to the small room of the scholars in three steps and two steps, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the chest of the scholar in white.

As soon as he closed the handle of the fan, he shot down at the elbow of the attendant, and said in his mouth: "What?

Seeing this, Ling Han secretly said, "Okay!" This trick was that the follower had to be saved.

"Huh!" Jia Ren couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that this young man was also a practitioner, but it seemed that he had lost his eyes, "There are still two more moments, this play is getting more and more interesting!"

When the attendant saw the white-clothed scholar's fan handle coming, he thought that the white-clothed scholar was just waving it casually, and he didn't care, but grabbed the white-clothed scholar's hand and dragged it hard to his side, and said in his mouth: "Dog, quickly kneel down and kowtow to Mo Dashao!"

I only heard a "pop" sound, but it was the handle of the white-clothed scholar who fell on the elbow of the attendant. The attendant just felt a shock in his forearm, and he didn't even need the slightest strength. I couldn't help but look at the white-clothed scholar in horror, and the white-clothed scholar pretended to shout: "Oops! you scratch me, let go!" While waving the handle of the fan, he hit the follower indiscriminately.

Everyone thought that the white-clothed scholar had suffered a loss at the moment, and would immediately beg for mercy, and shook their heads one after another: "If you don't have the ability, don't meddle in your affairs, the result will be a fire!"

"Say a few words of mercy and go home quickly!"

Na Mo Dashao looked at the situation over there, thinking that the attendant had already settled the white-clothed scholar, and laughed loudly: "Son of a bitch, see that you still dare to have sharp teeth and sharp mouths! Ah Bing, give me a hard beating!"

Another attendant next to him also added fuel and vinegar to the side and said: "If the peach blossoms are not blooming all over the ground, he doesn't know why the flowers are so red!

Only the silent man still didn't move, just drinking tea leisurely, as if it was none of his business.

The attendant named Ah Bing only felt that the white-clothed scholar's fan handle was constantly tapping on his body, and he actually killed the acupoints on his body one by one, and the technique was clever and tight, and he was stiff, and even the voice was released, and he couldn't help but be full of fear in his heart.

The white-clothed scholar seemed to be playful, and still exclaimed: "Ah! You clicked on my acupoint! My hand is gone!" Hearing this, everyone sweated for him, and Mo Dashao was still smiling proudly.

Seeing this, Ling Han said secretly: "Brother Jia, that young man is pretending!"

Jia Ren said: "The kung fu of a three-legged cat must be publicized, and I am afraid that there will be hardships for a while!"

Although the voice was small, it was still heard by the white-clothed scholar, and he couldn't help but glance at Ling Han. The silent man in the Mo Da Shao Hall also seemed to hear Jia Ren's voice, and when he raised his eyes, he was actually shining!

Ah Bing, who was hit by the acupoint, had no power to fight back at this time, so he could only let the young man fiddle, and the young man pretended to shake from side to side, while saying, "Let go!" After that, Ah Bing kicked at each of Ah Bing's stiff legs, and Ah Bing actually bent his knees, "plopped", and fell to the ground, his hands lying on the ground softly.

"What is this for? I can't afford to do this great gift!" the young man shook the folding fan again, and said very chicly. And that Ah Bing lay on the ground, but he didn't move!

Mo Dashao looked at the attendant lying on the ground, and said loudly: "Ah Bing, what are you doing? Get up and beat him!"

The white-clothed scholar laughed while knocking on Ah Bing's shoulder with the handle of his fan and said, "Ah Bing, what are you doing, get up and beat me!"

The other attendant next to Mo Dashao seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he hurriedly jumped over and pushed the young man's chest violently, who knows, the young man actually followed the palm power of the follower, his chest was back, and he pushed forward violently, and the attendant didn't expect the young man to have such skills, and he was defenseless for a while, and he was pushed to the ground.

"Yo, this brother, be careful at your feet!" the young man shook his fan and said with a smile.

The later followers suffered a secret loss in vain, and they also understood in their hearts that Ah Bing must have been plotted. Hurriedly got up, secretly lucky, and smashed a punch straight at the young man, scolding in his mouth: "The dog cub dares to plot grandpa!"

When everyone saw him punching like a poisonous snake out of a hole, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry!" The two young scholars sitting next to the white-clothed scholar also got up, and actually stopped in front of the attendant, and the two of them seemed to be fighting, but in fact, they blocked the attendant's punch, and there was a mess on the attendant's body, and their mouths were chattering: "Brother Tai is angry, Brother Tai is angry! There are a lot of adults!"

The attendant was angry at first, and then his expression gradually froze, just staring at a pair of eyes, and he didn't say a word.

As soon as the two scholars let go, the followers who followed also "plopped" and fell to their knees.

Only then did everyone know that these three young scholars seemed to be weak, but in fact they all had some means.

Na Mo rarely saw that the two followers were subservient, and he was angry and anxious, and said, "Ah Yi Ah Bing, you guys hurry up!"

It's just that the two attendants are still motionless. Na Mo Da Shao was in a hurry, and hurriedly said to the silent man beside him: "Uncle! Look at it!