Ten miles outside the southern city, there is a tea stall

Tap, tap~

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded, and an old man wrapped in a black robe rode a yellow and brown thin horse and slowly stopped next to the tea stall, this old man seemed to be Elder Zhang who came from the border of the Western Regions.

The tea stall is placed under a willow tree, just to shade the sun, and you can smell the faint smell of plants, Elder Zhang, who has been in the Western Regions for a long time, can't help but sigh at the beauty of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River when he sees this fresh scene.

There are a few tables and stools sparsely placed in the tea stall, and on the left sit three young men, dressed in Taoist robes with white background and yellow edges, wearing swords, uniform costumes, and arrogant expressions.

A few packages were placed on the tea table at the back, and two men dressed as businessmen were eating tea next to them, and from time to time they let out a laugh that all men understand, thinking that they were talking about whose little lady.

After a hurried glance, Elder Zhang sat down at a table next to him, and the slightly dilapidated bench made a "creaking" sound.

"This master, what are you going to do?" The shopkeeper saw that business came to the door, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face.

"A cup of tea is all it takes," Elder Zhang said hoarsely.

"Okay, wait a minute" A short time a cup of hot tea was placed on the table, and some of the worn-out teacups were steaming with light brown tea. Taking a sip, the faint fragrance of tea spread in the mouth, and the fatigue of many days of traveling slowly disappeared, Elder Zhang couldn't help but praise himself, "This tea is very good, and only those rich merchants and gentlemen can taste it in the Western Regions, but I didn't expect this kind of tea to be sold in this small tea stall in the southern city." "Due to the low production of tea in the Western Regions, the price of tea from Zhongzhou to the Western Regions has also increased several times, resulting in only the upper class people in the Western Regions having the financial resources to taste tea.

"Get out of here!"

The clamor suddenly came from behind, breaking the beautiful mood.

A group of big men walked slowly to the tea stall, about a dozen people, shouting people in short coats, their ligated muscles exposed, and the men who were surrounded in the middle were wearing cloaks, walking like dragons and tigers, and the cloaks made of animal skins rattled.

This group of people is a bandit in nearby Busan, who hijacks passing caravans for a living on weekdays, and is notorious, and the glass sword mound in charge of this area has suppressed bandits many times, but this group of people can walk away like loaches every time.

The big man in the short coat glanced around with the tiger's eyes, and when he saw the three sect disciples, he was slightly stunned, and when he saw their clothes clearly, he immediately put his mind at ease: "Hey, you three, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, don't you see our Black Tiger Gang coming, quickly give up your seat, get up slowly, be careful Lao Tzu chop you up and feed the dogs!" The big man in the short coat pointed to the two foot merchants and Elder Zhang and scolded.

The shopkeeper has never seen this battle, these are all bandits, and they are all demons who kill people without blinking an eye for him, but he can't afford to offend.

"Everyone, grandfathers, if you have something to say, I'll go and get the best tea to greet you, you wait, wait. "The boss was nervous and stumbled a little when he spoke.

The two merchants were so frightened that they forgot to take their goods, and ran away with a cigarette of smoke, for fear that they would annoy these bandits and lose their lives.

The man in the short coat watched the two flee with satisfaction, obviously expecting the result to be like this.

"Huh?" Seeing that the old man in black was still sitting there drinking tea, without the slightest intention of leaving, the man in the short coat suddenly felt funny, and scolded Elder Zhang's slightly bowed back: You dead old man, you have lived for a long time, and you are tired of living, so let Lao Tzu loosen your bones, if you accidentally break up your old bones, don't blame me!"

The big man in the short coat said that, he clenched his fist with his right hand and blasted towards Elder Zhang's heart, bringing up a burst of fist wind, the shot was very spicy, he was a good martial arts practitioner, if the ordinary old man was next to him, he would be broken and dead, but today he was facing an elder of the Western Regions Great Sect, and it could be said that the heavens wanted him to die.

Bang!

The iron fist with the fist style slammed into Elder Zhang's heart, and he was blocked an inch away, and the man in the short coat was full of shock, his expression froze, and he was stunned on the spot.

Elder Zhang didn't move an inch, still drinking tea indifferently, and the corners of his wrinkled mouth under the black robe showed a hint of sarcasm.

The big man in the short coat hurriedly withdrew his fist, but his arm was firmly sucked by Elder Zhang's internal force, and it was uncontrollable: "The big hero spares his life, the kid has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, spare the little one" The big man in the short coat realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly begged for mercy, and the change in attitude can be called Trump's change of face.

The bandits around saw that something was wrong, and immediately retreated, no one stepped forward to help, and the bandit leader looked at the disciples of the sect who were rapidly retreating with him, and immediately stepped forward and said: "Heijiang Long, the leader of the Lower Black Tiger Mountain, knows Elder Liu of your faction, can you ask the three to help me Black Tiger Gang, and I will definitely repay your kindness with all my strength in the future."

"Senior brother, this person is Elder Liu's worship, and he has handed over a lot of property every month, and he specially instructed me to let go of this Black Tiger Gang when I suppressed the bandits last time. One of the disciples whispered to the man in the middle.

The man in the middle was obviously older than the other two, and after thinking for a while, he slowly spoke: "Our glazed sword mound is a big sect of the Dao Sect, how can we meet such a reckless rogue like you, don't talk nonsense, insult the reputation of the sect, junior brother, let's go." Then he turned and left.

When the bandit leader heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he deeply remembered the faces of the three people, and waved his hand: "Withdraw!"

When Elder Zhang heard their conversation, a cold color flashed in his eyes, "You must not let these people leave, I came to Nancheng to act in secret, if I let these people reveal my whereabouts, it will be worth the loss." ＂

The thought flashed, and they were sentenced to death, the cold killing machine exploded, Elder Zhang's left hand became a claw, and the internal force was violently released, and the big man in the short coat was pushed ten meters away by the strong internal force, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and the internal organs were shattered, and he died in an instant, and the surrounding tables and chairs and the pergola were shattered by the internal force, and Elder Zhang was the center, and splashed away, only to see a black shadow quickly swept away the pergola.

The sky was covered with dust obscuring the view, "Quick! Evacuate...... The leader of the bandits reacted immediately, and as soon as the words fell, he saw a black shadow attacking him at an extremely fast speed, and a hand with black mist five claws, crushing his throat and spattering blood.

Brush brush brush ~

The black shadow shuttled between the bandits, and after reaping fifteen lives in the blink of an eye, it attacked the three disciples of the Glass Sword Shrine.

The three of them saw the black shadow attacking them, as if they were facing a great enemy, but as soon as they pulled out their swords, they were grabbed and smashed their throats and died tragically on the spot, and the wounds were pitch black, obviously poisonous.

The blood donation slowly lowered down the palm of his left hand, and exploded into blood flowers in the ground, bewitching and bloody.

The black shadow quickly disappeared into the woods not far away, and the sixteen bandits and three Daomen disciples, plus the shopkeeper who died in the aftermath, a total of twenty lives died tragically in the small pergola, bleeding like a river, and the death was miserable.