No one was frightened by the fake Xiucai's shout, his voice was obviously lacking in qi, and he knew that his heart was weak when he heard it. Nanmaoche took a bite of the meat, and said vaguely, "It turned out to be a shell lang."

Fake Xiucai was frightened by his own shouting just now, the four were holding swords, and at a glance, they knew that they were licking the blood of the knife on the rivers and lakes. If you anger them because of what you said just now, you are afraid that you will have to shed your skin if you don't die. However, there was a boy next to him who couldn't be cowardly when he looked at him, so his heart was beating wildly and his body was weak, but he insisted on pretending to be mighty and unyielding.

The boy in Tsing Yi didn't know whether he could see it, or if he didn't see the fake Xiucai's appearance, he just grabbed the fake Xiucai's hand and smiled, "Hey, why bother to meet them in general." I still need to serve food, I'm a little hungry. The fake show saw that there were steps for himself to go down, so he went down the slope and said with a smile, "Childe put it down, this meal will be good immediately, you sit here for a while, and I will go down to urge." ”

Before the boy in Tsing Yi could speak, the fake show walked to the kitchen in high spirits. The boy in Tsing Yi walked to the kitchen when he saw the fake show, opened his paper fan with a "snap", shook his head and smiled, "The gentleman is far away from cooking." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Nanmao with disdain, snorted softly in his nose, and poured himself a cup of tea, so he had to take a few sips.

Nan Maoche finished eating another piece of meat, pulled another chicken leg, stood up and walked over to the boy in Tsing Yi. "Friend, don't you think I'll be here for a while, right?" , Nan Maoche walked to the side of the boy in Tsing Yi and wanted to pat the boy in Tsing Yi on the shoulder with his greasy left hand. Before Nan Maoche finished speaking, the boy in Tsing Yi shook his shoulder back, shaking Nan Maoche's left hand.

Nan Maoche saw that the boy in Tsing Yi shook his left hand, so he naturally refused to give up, and scolded in his mouth: "Boy, at this time, Lao Tzu will call you a friend only to give you face, don't give face and shame." The left hand rose again, the real air turned, and patted the shoulder of the boy in Tsing Yi again.

The young man in green clothes snorted coldly, and the paper fan in his right hand went up. The two of them really touched each other, they couldn't compete with each other, the boy in Tsing Yi seemed to have a habit of cleanliness, the paper fan did not touch the palm of Nanmaoche, but was three inches away from Nanmaoche, and these three inches were filled with the true qi of the two.

Nanmao car repression, Tsing Yi boy was not affected by this force, the paper fan withdrew, the body immediately turned, the paper fan pressed on the shoulder of Nanmao car, adding a force to Nanmao car, but hearing a "bang", Nanmao car slapped the table, breaking the table. And the boy in Tsing Yi is still sitting on the bench, but now he has his back to the table.

Nanmao took the shoulder of the car, unloaded the power of the paper fan of the boy in Tsing Yi, and turned his left hand into a claw. The boy in Tsing Yi held a fan in his hand, and the paper fan was pressed downward, and then the fan was opened with a "snap", and the moment the fan was opened, several sharp energies rushed out and rushed towards the head of Nanmaoche. Nanmao had to take a few steps back.

At this time, Wang Balu drew his knife and swung his sword, and swung out a knife qi to disperse the fierce energy. The boy in Tsing Yi glanced at Wang Balu coldly, and the fan fluttered and fanned. Nanmaoche still bit off a piece of meat, and Wang Balu was drinking and eating. The three of them were far away from each other, and it seemed that they were on the verge of breaking out in an instant.

"Oops! My Nanmu table! A scream like a pig sounded, and the three of them didn't need to look to know that this was the voice of the fake Xiucai just now. Sure enough, the fake show brought a few plates of exquisite side dishes, and wanted to have a drink with the boy in Tsing Yi, but he never thought that he would see his table fall apart as soon as he went out.

Fake Xiucai continued to serve the food with a painful appearance, put the dish on the table next to him, carefully picked up the broken table fragments, and muttered as he picked it up, "Hey, you have been with me for so many years, I didn't expect that it would end like this today." I'll pick you up and bury you in the backyard."

With a sad face, the fake Xiucai piled up all the fragments, picked them up, and walked to the backyard. Sigh as you walk. But Nanmao Che is fine, and it looks like a fake show.

Although Nan Maoche glanced at the fake show, he couldn't see anything famous, turned his head to look at the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile, "Boy, your kung fu is good, where did you learn it?" Maybe I know your master? The boy in Tsing Yi stood up, sat down at the table with side dishes, and took a sip of wine before replying, "Where did I learn it, and what does it matter to you?" What does it matter to me whether you know my master or not? ”

When Nan Maoche heard this, he directly threw the chicken leg in his hand at the boy in Tsing Yi, and his anger rose and scolded, "Damn, boy, Lao Tzu saw that you looked passable, so I just asked, and I was embarrassed." You've been with us for so many days, and it's time to have an explanation today! ”

The boy in Tsing Yi took Nan Maoche's words as a deaf ear, and drank food there. Nanmao Che started directly, slammed the door with a double ghost, and slapped directly at the head of the boy in Tsing Yi, if this is filmed, then the boy in Tsing Yi is estimated to burst out.

The boy in Tsing Yi naturally couldn't let Nan Maoche get close, especially the greasy hand that made the boy in Tsing Yi straighten up his knots. The boy in Tsing Yi slapped the fan on the table with his hand, the fan was slapped up, and the boy in Tsing Yi connected the fan bone with his left hand and waved two energetic qi in a row.

Before anyone in Nanmaoche approached the boy in Tsing Yi, he saw two strong energies coming, and greeted him with both hands. When the two met, Nan Maoche pulled his hands and tore apart the two energies of the boy in Tsing Yi. Hands rise and attack again.

This time the offensive was even stronger, and the boy in Tsing Yi did not dare to hold it up and stood up to fight. The boy in Tsing Yi closed the fan with a "snap", fanned the sword, and stabbed Nan Maoche's armpit with a tricky trajectory. Nanmao Che retracted the momentum, the real air turned, and a fist spun and blasted out, hitting the tip of the fan sword of the boy in Tsing Yi.

The young man in Tsing Yi staggered his steps, turned his body slightly, turned to the side of Nanmaoche, and the fan sword in his hand stabbed out again. Nanmao Che summoned his own sword, "poof", Nanmao Che's sword was unsheathed, and Nanmaoche's sword flew not to Nanmao Che but to the Tsing Yi boy with a fan as a sword.

Nan Maoche's matching sword collided with the fan sword of the Tsing Yi Gongzi, Nan Mao Che reached out and grabbed the matching sword directly in his hand, and then swung out a sword, and a sword qi rushed directly towards the Tsing Yi Gongzi. The boy in Tsing Yi also swung out a sword qi, and the two sword qi intersected in the air, and the bodies of Nan Maoche and the boy in Tsing Yi were moving.

Nanmao Che has a sword in his hand, the tricks are varied, a sword is stabbed out again, the boy in Tsing Yi is also stabbed out with a sword, the tips of the two swords are crossed, the sword qi overflows, and the surrounding seats and benches are all destroyed by the sword of the two. The tip of Nanmaoche's sword was on the tip of the sword of the boy in Tsing Yi, and with a twist of his wrist, the force shook, and the long sword turned into a soft sword, and it was directly wrapped around the sword of the boy in Tsing Yi.

The boy in Tsing Yi had not yet shaken away Nan Maoche's sword, but the Nan Mao car he saw was shaken by his true qi, the soft sword was extended, and the sword qi went straight to the throat of the boy in Tsing Yi.

The boy in Tsing Yi was entangled in his sword, and he could only use his left hand to turn into a sword finger against Nanmaoche's long sword. The boy in Tsing Yi pointed above his sword, covering three inches of the sword. The sword qi and the sword gang intersected, Nanmao Che fought for a short time, his wrist turned again, the long sword shrank, and the paper fan of the Tsing Yi boy was wrapped tightly again, and he wanted to tear the paper fan of the Tsing Yi son apart.

The true air rotation of the young man in Tsing Yi is accelerating, and the real air is as majestic as a big river. The young man in Tsing Yi wrestled with his right hand, and the sword finger of his left hand came out again, and the sword qi slashed towards Nan Maoche's wrist. Nan Maoche's left hand turned into a palm to save it, but as soon as the young man in Tsing Yi changed his move, a sword qi swung out again, stabbing at Nan Maoche's eyebrows.

Nanmao Che was unwilling, but he could only let go of the paper fan of the young man in Tsing Yi, and the long sword in his hand swung quickly to block the two sword qi of the young man in green clothes. At this time, the young man in Tsing Yi entered and wanted to seal the long sword in Nanmao's driver.

But how could Nan Maoche do what he wanted, the long sword in his hand was full of sword energy, and attacked the young man in Tsing Yi. After the left hand of the young man in Tsing Yi was negative, after the paper fan was opened, the palm of his hand turned, and with a wave, several sword qi counterattacked. "Bang, bang" The sword qi intersected, and the loud sound continued.

The footsteps of the young man in Tsing Yi were staggered, and the sword qi emanated from his feet, making the Nanmao car unguardable. It was also at this time that the young man in Tsing Yi sealed Nanmaoche's sword path, and the paper fan in his hand turned around his wrist and cut directly at Nanmaoche's throat. Nan Maoche tilted his head back at the last moment, but the sword qi still shaved off a few strands of his hair.

Nan Maoche stepped on the ground with both feet, his body retreated sharply, and the long sword in his hand was thrown by him as a hidden weapon, his fists were clenched, his whole body was golden, and he blasted out with a punch. "Liuhe fist, the dragon fights in the wild." Nanmao drank lightly in the mouth, and a war dragon rushed directly to the boy in Tsing Yi.

The boy in Tsing Yi originally wanted to approach again, but was blocked by Nanmaoche's move. With a pause in both feet, the paper fan in his hand retrieved a fan flower, the right hand directly pushed out the paper fan, and the left palm hit the paper fan, and the paper fan instantly rotated, rushing towards the war dragon with a fierce sword aura.

"Bang" The war dragon and the paper fan collided violently, and the war dragon was directly cut by the rotation of the paper fan. The boy in Tsing Yi was unforgiving, and his palms struck out again, but at this moment, the boy in Tsing Yi was suddenly startled, and in a flash, he saw a person jumping up in the air, holding a ghost-headed knife, and slashing Huashan towards him with a move of Pu Hua's unreal force.

The young man in Tsing Yi made a mistake again, crossed his sword fingers with both hands, and the two sword qi rushed straight towards the ghost sword king Balu who was slashing at him. Wang Balu saw that the other party's sword qi was attacking again, and the ghost head big knife in his hand swung out a sword qi with a round, scattering the two sword qi of the young man in Tsing Yi.

Seeing that his sword qi could not force the other party back, the young man in Tsing Yi pressed his left hand on the Shaoyang acupoint in his right hand, and a sword qi shot out again from the sword point in his right hand.

Wang Balu saw that the power of this move of the young man in Tsing Yi was not small, and he directly slashed it down. "Bang" sword qi and sword qi collided violently, and the hall of the inn was filled with sword qi and sword qi, and the entire inn was about to be destroyed.

"Stop! Oh my inn! But there was a loud shout, and suddenly a palm hit the intersection of the two swords, and both of them were shocked back by this palm.

As soon as the boy in Tsing Yi landed, the sword trick was in motion, the paper fan returned to his hand, directly threw out a gold ingot, and jumped out of the inn. And Wang Balu fell to the ground, and the ghost knife in his hand turned horizontally, returning to the scabbard on the table.

The other four looked at the fake Xiucai who was standing at the door of the kitchen, with a sad and angry expression. The fake show looked around the audience and saw that his furniture had been smashed countless times. With a rage in his heart, he picked up the broom that fell to the ground next to him and hit Wang Balu and Nanmaoche.

Nanmao Che glanced at Wang Balu, and Wang Balu also took out a gold ingot from his arms and threw it on the only remaining table of his own, and then ran out with the other three.

The fake show drove Wang Balu and the others out as if he had fallen, looked at the figures of Wang Balu and the others, and scolded, "Get out, don't let Lao Tzu see you again." See once hit once. After speaking, he dropped his broom, ran to the hall and put away the two ingots of gold, and muttered in his mouth, "Who doesn't know, at this time, you robbed the house, and I took your money for the sake of heaven."

At this time, a beggar who was squatting outside, it seemed that he was biting the fake Xiucai who was biting gold, and walked in the direction of Wang Balu and the others.