The noon sun is very dazzling, Chang'an Street is full of traffic, and the restaurants on the street waft with a strong smell of rice.

A scholar in white is sitting in a restaurant, holding chopsticks and munching on rice.

Luo Xuan held the rice bowl in his hand, picked up a few side dishes, and ate them. He looked at the people walking on Chang'an Avenue and smiled slightly, "I don't know how my apprentice is doing in that tavern? If he knew that the teacher threw him into the tavern and ran out to eat delicious food, he would definitely slam the door and leave." ”

And not far from this restaurant is the tavern. The tavern had been overrun by bandits. And the people on the street don't know it.

"Little rabbit cub, how dare you assassinate Uncle Ben!" shouted a big man with a black beard in the tavern, very angry. In front of him, there stood a little boy who held a peachwood sword in his hand, like a three-year-old child holding a toy.

Zhao Songfan held the peachwood sword in his hand, strengthened his courage, and shouted at the black-bearded man in front of him, "You bandit, hurt the heavens and harm, I want to eliminate harm for the people!"

"Oh, for the people, hahahaha......" A burst of laughter burst out, and a group of younger brothers next to the black-bearded man began to laugh, "Just by you, a little hairy child with a broken wooden sword at a roadside stall? hahahaha......"

Zhao Songfan looked at the group of bandits in front of him and laughed, laughing at himself, very angry. Suddenly, his courage and anger were a little more numerous.

Zhao Songfan clenched the peachwood sword in his hand, rushed forward, and slashed at the younger brother of the big man with a black beard. That little brother was cut off by Zhao Songfan's peachwood sword, and he screamed in pain. Jumping there with his arms crossed.

The little brother hugged his arms and said angrily, "You little rabbit cub, you dare to beat me!" After speaking, he wanted to grab Zhao Songfan in advance and beat him violently. But although Zhao Songfan is a child, how can he be so easy to catch. He is also a disciple of the Kunlun Mountain Jade True Immortal, and now he is also a disciple of the Fengya Sword Immortal Luo Xuan.

Speaking of Luo Xuan, if Zhao Songfan knew that his master had abandoned himself to fight in this tavern and went out to eat delicious food by himself at this time, he would have been angry.

Zhao Songfan saw that the man came over to pick him up, so he rolled under the man's crotch and dealt another blow to the man's leg.

The little brother with a black beard was hit on the thigh by Zhao Songfan's peachwood sword again. This time, he directly hugged his thighs and collapsed on the ground screaming in pain.

"You little bunny! How dare you...... How dare you ......" The little brother lay on the ground and couldn't move, angry and helpless.

At this time, the big man with a black beard was furious, "You little hairy boy! You dare to beat Uncle Ben's person! You are looking for death! Brothers, give it to me!" After speaking, dozens of younger brothers rushed up.

Zhao Songfan saw that there were many people opposite, and he didn't know what to do. He pulled out his legs and was about to run away. Dozens of junior brothers have already blocked the door and surrounded Zhao Songfan.

"What? want to escape?" the big man with a black beard walked over and said angrily, "No way!

Dozens of junior brothers rushed up, just trying to hold down Zhao Songfan and beat him violently. But Zhao Songfan held the peachwood sword in his hand and flexibly dodged blow after blow.

Zhao Songfan can knock down a person with a single sword, he is holding a peachwood sword, and it will not hurt people's lives. But there were dozens of people in front of him, and after he knocked down five or six, he was already sweating profusely and exhausted.

"What's the matter, little rabbit cub, aren't you quite powerful?" the black-bearded man sneered, "You won't give my uncle Ben's death today!" After speaking, dozens of younger brothers rushed forward.

Zhao Songfan had been forced to have no way out, his forehead was already covered with dense sweat, he gritted his teeth, "It seems that I can only try this trick." He took out a few yellow talismans from his pocket, stuck them to the tip of the peachwood sword, and shouted, "Get up!"

Suddenly, a flame rushed into the sky, and Zhao Songfan threw out a few yellow talismans, exploding, and a small sea of fire appeared.

The dozens of younger brothers with black beards were blown up and bruised, some gritted their teeth and still wanted to fight, and some were already lying on the ground.

At a table not far away, a man in white was sitting, the only guest who had not been scared away by the bandits. The man in white picked up the teacup and took a sip lightly, and everything in front of him was seen in his eyes. He said lightly, "Taoist fire spell, it's a bit interesting. It's a pity that it's still a little bit short. ”

Zhao Songfan was a little happy when he saw that he had repelled the bandits. But he also frowned. Because that little sea of fire has been extinguished.

The black-bearded man rushed forward with a big knife in his hand. When Zhao Songfan saw this, he began to panic. He hurriedly pulled out another yellow talisman and was about to use the fire charm. But it was too late, and he was picked up by the big man with a black beard, just like he wanted to carry a small animal.

Zhao Songfan was in pain by the black-bearded man on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of me! Dead bandits......

"Little rabbit cub, you're looking for death!" The black-bearded man was very angry, and he punched Zhao Songfan in the face.

Zhao Songfan was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was kicked angrily by the big man with a black beard, and the whole person flew out. It just so happened that he flew down to the table of the only guest who didn't scare away, the man in white.

The man in white was very calm, he took a sip of tea lightly, and didn't even look at Zhao Songfan. Zhao Songfan fell to the ground, looking at the man in white in front of him, like a weak scholar, and didn't expect him to help him, but he still said with hope, "Big brother...... Help......"

The man in white did not speak, still drinking his tea. But he didn't run and kept sitting next to Zhao Songfan.

"Who are you?" the black-bearded man shouted angrily with a big knife in his hand, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

The man in white didn't speak, just sat quietly. But this behavior greatly angered the black-bearded man, "If you don't leave, I'll even chop you up!" After speaking, he rushed up with a knife and slashed at the man in white.

The man in white didn't move, his eyes didn't blink, he threw the teacup in his hand forward, and the tea inside also threw out. The small cup of tea sprayed towards the face of the black-bearded man.

The eyes of the black-bearded man showed a trace of fear, a trace of fear. He saw, he saw in front of his eyes, there was a vast ocean, boundless. The ocean over there was very calm at first, like still water. Suddenly, the sea was rough, and rows of angry waves rushed up to the sky and rushed towards him.

"Ahh

With a "snap", the small cup of tea hit the face of the black-bearded man, and he instantly flew out more than ten meters away and fell in front of the tavern. There was a hint of horror in his eyes. He chattered his teeth and crawled out of the tavern, still saying "It's terrible...... It's horrible......"

When Zhao Songfan saw this strange scene, he reluctantly got up and looked at the man in white, "What did you do?"

The man in white stood up and took a few steps forward, still not looking at Zhao Songfan. He used his strength to float a teacup on the tea table, and the tea in the teacup also floated in the air, forming a water dragon. He said lightly, "This trick is called water like a swimming dragon, and the stars sink into the ocean." ”