When the cooked brass stick hit the ground, the figure on the eaves flashed a few times, and soon appeared on the roof of a tall building, looking condescendingly at the goatee.

Lin Chong glanced up, and as soon as he reached out to hold his weapon, he was snatched away by Geng Huyuan.

Geng Huyuan pulled out a cooked copper stick and held it in his hand in the posture of carrying a gun, and one end of the stick pointed obliquely at the ground, adding a bit of murderous aura.

The goatee roared angrily, and when his body flashed, he had already thrown a punch.

At the same time, the sound of a bowstring rattling from the roof of the building pierced the sky with a sharp arrow and went straight to the goatee's chest.

The arrow returned in vain, was slapped away by a goatee, and fell on the bluestone slab.

But Hua Rong shot not an arrow, but a rare series of arrows.

Shout!

The second arrow came in quick succession.

Although Goatee shot the first arrow, he did not expect the second arrow to follow.

I heard a heart-pounding sound of flesh, and the arrow stuck straight into the goatee's chest.

The third arrow, which followed, broke through the wooden pole of the second arrow for no reason, and sent the arrow of the second arrow into it for a few points.

Goatee only felt that his chest was hit by a heavy log, and a sharp pain followed, and the figure that had been rushing forward paused, and a flaw that was too big to be bigger appeared.

Geng Huyuan held the stick like a gun, and he didn't see how to move in his hand, and the cooked copper stick had been pierced out like a spear, and the position of the stab was the position where the arrow hit.

The wooden shaft of the third arrow was undoubtedly crumbled, and then the tip of the cooked brass rod pierced the goatee's chest in half.

The goatee subconsciously glanced at his chest, only to see the cooked copper rod stuck in his flesh and blood, and the wound dripping with hot liquid.

He stared incredulously at the bleeding wound, and then sat limply on the floor.

Geng Huyuan's wrist moved, and the cooked copper rod had returned to his hand.

The goatee's body seemed to be leaking, and it visibly reverted back to its original emaciation.

The eighteen silver needles that had originally submerged into the big hole around the body also revealed their clothes and were exposed to the cold night.

Even if Goatee used external methods to raise his cultivation to the realm of a little grandmaster, he had no chance of living with a broken heart.

With a mournful shout, a group of people behind Goatee rushed out, and the target was the murderer Geng Huyuan.

There was no suspense in the ensuing battle, Hua Rong, who was shooting arrows with a bow on the roof of the building, cooperated with Geng Huyuan, who was standing with a stick, and took down the enemies in front of him one by one.

But after half a cup of tea, there was no one standing on the side of the goatee, and those people were either lying motionless on the ground, or clutching the wounded part and crying out in pain.

When the crowd of onlookers saw such a scene, they all stayed away, for fear that they would get into trouble and become unprovoked ghosts.

Lin Chong picked up the unconscious swordsman surnamed Lin on his back, and walked towards the inn with Meng Ran and Geng Huyuan.

Along the way, no one dared to stop them.

When the four of them came to the door of the inn, a crisp and pleasant sound suddenly sounded on the street not far away.

"Bold fanatics, dare to commit murder in Tongli Ancient Town, do you think there is no one in Tongli Ancient Town?"

A simple sentence pulled everyone in Tongli Ancient Town, and also put on a hat that Meng Ran and his party couldn't take off.

Meng Ran turned around to look, only to see a pretty figure walking out of the dim street, dressed as a son-in-law.

The woman was followed by several powerful retinues, presumably the daughters of the wealthy families here.

When the onlookers saw the woman's appearance, they shouted one after another:

"Miss Ji is mighty..."

"Miss Ji, teach these outsiders a lesson..."

"Miss Ji, come on..."

After the shouting stopped, Miss Ji Jia clasped her fists at the crowd around her and said: "My Ji Jiatian is the first family in the local area, and naturally has the obligation to maintain the dignity of the place. ”

The people around him applauded.

Meng Ran couldn't help frowning, and looked at Miss Ji Jia, who was generous and inexplicable, with a slightly cold look.

Rao is Meng Ran's temperament is simple and kind, and when he was accused on the street like this, he couldn't suppress his anger, and reprimanded loudly: "That little sixth son stole my blanket first, and then slandered us for stealing his things, and then this group of people who don't know what to say came to us to ask for things."

From the beginning to the end, we are not given a chance to defend ourselves, is there no royal law in Tongli Ancient Town? Isn't this place under the jurisdiction of Daliang? Is it true that the Ji family is the royal law of Tongli Ancient Town?"

Miss Ji knew that Meng Ran's words were a trap, but she stepped into it without hesitation, and said with a faint smile: "Tongli Ancient Town is under the jurisdiction of Daliang, but our Ji family is the king of Tongli Ancient Town, and what I said is the king law." ”

The corners of Meng Ran's mouth curled slightly, and there was a trace of unknown gloom on his good-looking cheeks, waiting for how this arrogant and unreasonable Miss Ji Jia would end.

Miss Ji said something that made Meng Ran grit her teeth, "Little white face, you won't be a useless silver spear wax head, right? This is the ancient town of Tongli, and this is the rivers and lakes. ”

As soon as Meng Ran raised his hand, Hua Rong on the eaves had already thrown down the Chungui knife.

Junior Sabre.

Like an aspen growing in spring, it is tall and not afraid of the spring cold.

Even if you are the son-in-law of the first family in the local family, so what? The big deal is to take your life, but your dignity will never be insulted.

My father is an upright and unbeloved Jiangnan celebrity, and my husband is a peerless master of the Six Heavens of Human Immortals.

Meng Ran slowly pulled out the Chungui Knife and asked loudly, "Do you dare to fight?"

Although the onlookers felt that the behavior of Meng Ran and his party was a bit excessive, they couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Meng Ran's reaction, and sighed silently in their hearts, 'My tiger should be like this'.

Miss Ji frowned, she didn't expect Meng Ran to be so strong, although she didn't look down on the strength of Meng Ran and the others, and felt that this was a battle that was decided, but she didn't want to start the battle lightly, she just wanted to suppress people with momentum and make these outsiders soften, after all, her identity was too sensitive, and once the fight started, the consequences were unpredictable.

When Miss Ji was thinking secretly, several people behind her had different thoughts, the guards of the Ji family naturally wanted to kill those who humiliated the master, and the children of the martial arts family who were traveling with them wanted to be in the limelight, so that Miss Ji left some good impressions in front of her, and paved the way for the future competition to recruit sons-in-law.

One is the son of the Song family of the Luyang Sword Sect, and the other is the son of the Chen family of the hundred-foot building in this town.

The Luyang Sword School is a veteran martial arts family in Luzhou, Huainan Province, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, and has many children, some of whom have entered the temple as officials and generals, some who have stayed in the place to be non-religious, some who have done business to accumulate wealth, and some who have concentrated on practicing martial arts and developing their sects.

This time, the Ji family competition recruited sons-in-law, and the sect master of the Luyang Sword Sect sent his youngest son Song Siyuan to participate, accompanied by an elder of the sect, who was quite ambitious.

The hundred-foot building is a martial arts family born and raised in the ancient town of Tongli, when the ancestor of the Chen family Chen Baiqi relied on an iron ruler to hit all over the north and south of the river, and then returned to his hometown in the year of knowing his fate, leaving a legacy, which is today's hundred-foot building.

The purpose of the exercises of the hundred-foot building is to be peaceful, hurting people without killing people, so the Qi cultivation kung fu of the Chen family is good, and all of them are good.

Behind Miss Ji is Chen Wensheng, the contemporary elder brother of Baiqilou, who is humble and polite, and a gentleman who can be bullied.

If it weren't for the 100-foot building owner hand-picking Chen Wensheng to participate in the Ji family's martial arts competition to recruit sons-in-law, Chen Wensheng must be meditating and cultivating at this time.

Although Song Siyuan's name is very meaningful, he does not dare to compliment him, and he is an out-and-out gentleman.

Song Yuanan, the sect leader of the Luyang Sword Sect, originally planned to send his second son to participate in the competition to recruit sons-in-law, but he couldn't stand the pillow wind of his young and beautiful wife, so he replaced the candidate with his youngest son.

Song Siyuan heard Meng Ran's shout, and immediately jumped like thunder, he was very smug on weekdays, but now he has been polite and polite in front of Miss Ji for a long time, and he has already been holding back the fire in his belly, and now he has hit the muzzle of the gun for a long time, so he naturally wants to vent it, and even shouted to the fellow guards on the side: "Senior Brother Xiao, go and cut off that kid's tongue." ”

The accompanying guards are naturally the disciples of the Luyang Sword Sect, and they have learned the exercises and swordsmanship of the Luyang Sword Sect since childhood, and their combat power should not be underestimated.

Miss Ji Jia saw Song Siyuan coming out for her, and she was happy.

If Song Siyuan wins, she can not only strengthen the prestige of the family, but also improve her personal prestige; if Song Siyuan loses, there is nothing, she can clean up the mess and capture the heart of this foreign gentleman in addition to suppression.

The disciples of the Luyang Sword Sect are naturally swordsmen with long swords on their backs.

The surname Xiao patted his back, and the long sword was already out of its sheath.

Meng Ran walked forward with his sword, standing opposite the young disciples of the Luyang Sword Sect.

"Invisible. ”

Meng Ran, who was silently reciting the two words, took a step forward, and the spring return in his hand broke through the autumn mood, pointing directly at the chest of the swordsman surnamed Xiao.

Geng Huyuan looked at Meng Ran who took out the knife, and whispered in his mouth: "The knife is invisible." ”

Meng Ran's knife is the first type of Heavenly Sword Technique that Zhou Xiaowu sent to Meng Mansion.

As soon as this move came out, the Chungui Knife seemed to disappear, there was no trace to follow, and it slashed at the swordsman surnamed Xiao quickly and ruthlessly.

The swordsman surnamed Xiao came back to his senses when the sword was about to reach his chest, and reluctantly handed out a sword, narrowly blocking Meng Ran's attack.

Meng Ran retracted his knife and attacked again, first slanting upward, and then quickly changing his moves and sweeping.

Although the swordsman surnamed Xiao blocked this extremely dangerous combo, his posture was extremely embarrassing, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the swordsman surnamed Xiao was not Meng Ran's opponent.

Meng Ran continued to make moves.

However, in a few rounds, the bright Chungui knife was already gently placed on the placket of the swordsman surnamed Xiao, and he could stab forward at any time.

The swordsman surnamed Xiao took a step back, saluted Meng Ran, and said, "Thank you for your friend's mercy, Xiao Nanfeng is grateful." ”

Meng Ran graciously clenched his fists in return and said softly, "It's just a fluke." ”

Xiao Nanfeng was not annoyed after the defeat, but smiled faintly and said: "Losing is losing, Xiao is indeed inferior to you, friends should not be too humble." However, if he is destined to meet again in the future, Xiao should ask his friends for advice. ”

Meng Ran smiled lightly and replied: "In Xia Jiangnan Province, Meng Ran, I look forward to meeting Brother Xiao again." ”