The hot temper of the black-clothed young man was completely stimulated by Chen Luo's words, and the long sword slammed into the ground, pointing at Chen Luo's nose angrily and shouting: "You said that I won't be able to beat him in three years, which means that you don't look down on me at all, then you can fight with me and see if I don't have that ability!"

I don't know how much anger this young man with a slightly blue face has accumulated in his heart, and the long sword is deeply inserted into the jade floor of the inn, leaving only a lone hilt exposed.

The teenager is tense and ready to go.

Many people looked at Chen Luo with scrutinizing eyes, showing disdain.

"You can do it, don't think you're so good!"

"Don't look down on others, there is a kind of fight between you and others, see who is the bad seed!"

"I look at his little white face, he is not vulnerable at all! He looks like a slave, and he flattered the woman next to him just now, I have already seen it!"

"That woman isn't a good thing either!"

"He can only talk cool words, what kind of man is he, close the door, don't let him run away! Show everyone a hand, otherwise don't want to leave!"

"Yes, yes, close the door, close the door!"

Seeing that the form was out of control, the shopkeeper of the Love Inn hurriedly ran out from behind the scenes, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the white cloth on his shoulder, ran to the center of the first floor, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Guest officers, no, no! If the door is closed, how can we do business! The small business is not good! It is not good!"

"Phew, how much money did we spend in your inn, and don't you have any points in mind?"

"The Love Inn has built the fifth floor, and it's still a small business, who are you fooling!"

"Let's just watch the two of them fight again, if you are too troublesome, I can each pay for more drinks and food!"

When the innkeeper heard the finishing touch, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and quietly looked at the faces of the other guests, and saw that they were in harmony with each other, and the shopkeeper could no longer hold back his smile, hehe smiled, nodded and agreed: "Shang Ke Shang Ke, my only purpose in opening this love inn is to satisfy the guests who come here, in this case, even if the business is not done, let everyone have fun!"

The shopkeeper waved his hand to greet the shopkeeper and said loudly: "Close the door quickly! Don't disturb the interest of the guest officers!"

"Bang!"

The door was closed tightly against the ground, and a little boy standing outside the Love Inn looked at him strangely, and was about to ask his mother why the Love Inn was closed in broad daylight, but Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chen Luo's sneer, and fell into his mother's arms with a wow, and shouted in horror: "Mother, mother, monster, monster!"

Wen Lao frowned and looked at the faces of the guests in the inn, couldn't help sweating, silently walked to Chen Luo's side, and said in a low and anxious voice: "Chen Gongzi, let's get out of here quickly." ”

Wen Wan'er's face turned gray in an instant, like thunder and lightning, everything happened so suddenly, she didn't expect Chen Luo's words to put them in such a dangerous situation, Wen Wan'er leaned towards Chen Luo's side, tugged at his clothes, and said guiltily: "Chen Luo, it's all my fault, I shouldn't lose my temper, I ......"

Chen Luo looked at everything that happened in the Love Inn dumbly, and laughed out loud, he interrupted Wen Wan'er's words, held down her soft hair, and said with a light smile: "You have never been wrong, it is they who are wrong." ”

Wen Wan'er looked at Chen Luo worriedly, her body trembled slightly, she clenched his hand, and said in a panic: "Let's go quickly, I'm not hungry and don't want to eat, let's go to your house first!"

Chen Luo shook his head and comforted: "Don't be afraid, even if the two of them go together, they are not my opponents, don't worry." ”

"Really?" Wen Wan'er was still naïve in her heart thinking about giving them the silver taels in her pocket, maybe those people would be merciful and let them run away, but she was really reluctant to give them that little silver taels. Now that I heard Chen Luo's words, and thought of the way he beat Cizhen to the ground, I felt a little calm, sighed, nodded obediently, and whispered: "You be careful, if you die, then I ......"

Chen Luo glanced at the little girl, touched Wen Wan'er's head, and said with a wry smile: "I don't die so easily." ”

The young man in black took a big step forward, "Draw your sword!"

Chen Luo grabbed the void with one hand, and in the next second, a plate covered with a clean white cloth appeared in his hand, Chen Luo lifted the white cloth and threw it aside, and the duck leg that had just been baked on the plate was fragrant, Chen Luo handed the plate to Wen Wan'er, let her and Wen Lao stand in the distance, and then turned to look at the black-clothed young man with a solemn face, and smiled slightly.

"Don't panic, the little master is just the five qi realms in his chest. ”

......

A private room on the fourth floor of the Love Inn is particularly special. There are two tall Buddha statues made of gold in the house, and a purebred silver fox carpet is spread, showing grace and luxury.

A middle-aged man spent half a cup of warm tea to understand what was going on downstairs, took a sip of tea, and was complacent, "You can only drink the most fragrant Longjing in the world with me, and you can't find a second place in the world." ”

The young man on the other side of the wooden table was stunned, took back the gaze that shot downstairs, took a sip of tea carefully, and said lightly: "As you said." ”

The middle-aged man smiled heartily, took out a folding fan from his arms, shook it happily, thought about it, took out a few more packs of Longjing, placed them on the table casually, and said, "You take these three packs." ”

The young man felt that this Longjing was really good, and the other party was quite generous to give him three packs, and after thanking him, he put it in his arms, but the middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said, "A pack of five hundred taels." ”

The young man threw the tea directly back on the table, continued to look downstairs, his eyes were full of imperceptible weirdness, swallowed his saliva, squinted and said, "That young man is not simple. ”

The middle-aged man leaned sideways on the chair, dozed lazily, heard the young man mention the young man downstairs, snorted twice, reluctantly sat up straight, rubbed his eyeballs, and looked downstairs, probably through the hole in the window to see the ground clearly enough, impatiently opened the window, stretched his head to look over, and muttered in a voice: "What you said is boring, Mo Lingchi, who doesn't know that he is a genius." ”

The young man pursed his lips and tilted his head, "You know who I'm talking about. ”

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, but a solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Do you think Mo Lingchi can beat him?"

"Oh?" the middle-aged man looked at the other party suspiciously, and asked, "Why do you say this?

The young man took a deep breath and said, "We'll see." ”

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his head, completely in a comfortable posture ready to watch the excitement, "Interesting, really interesting, to meet a character that can make you face up, this is really not in vain." ”

......

Mo Lingchi squinted at those peach blossom eyes, slowly walked to the second floor, and looked down at the two people standing in the center downstairs.

The spectators were overjoyed to see Mo Lingchi, who had just won by surprise, walking up, being able to watch a monk with extremely high cultivation so close was even more refreshing in their eyes than walking around the Qinglou.

"Brother Mo, come and sit down, you just finished a fight, I'm afraid you're tired, there are still unfinished drinks here, how about doing it together?"

Mo Ling didn't pay attention to the stranger who was courteous for no reason, but the guest officials around the person were not happy, and opened his mouth to scold: "How can Daoist Mo go to drink with you, an unpopular little person, and don't weigh his identity." ”

The man looked embarrassed, and after thinking about it, this truth was really good, and he couldn't help but blush, for fear that the unfathomable Mo Daochang in front of him would be angry.

Mo Lingchi saw that they eagerly wanted to have a relationship with him, and there was no other malicious intent, so Mo Lingchi didn't need to embarrass those who admired him, so he casually picked an empty seat and sat down, and said gracefully: "It's okay." ”

With that, he brought a flask, poured the average taste of the wine into a large bowl that I don't know if anyone had used, and drank it in one gulp.

The people around cheered in unison.

"What a lot of wine, worthy of Dao Mo!"

"Yes, yes, the dragon and phoenix among people, it's a young man like you. ”

Mo Daochang, who had a refined temperament, elegantly raised Erlang's legs, and said indifferently: "It's over, but I'm just a little Taoist who is struggling with cultivation, and it's not as powerful as everyone says." ”

"Modesty, modesty!"

Mo Lingchi suddenly felt that he was so enjoying the vanity he got when he was touted by others, coughed lightly, and sat upright.

Quite chivalrous.

The black-clothed young man took a posture and looked at Chen Luo coldly.

In fact, when it comes to the strength of this black-clothed young man, he is not much weaker than Mo Lingchi, basically near the peak of the five qi realms in his chest, and the black-clothed young man was clearly in a state of steadily suppressing Mo Lingchi just now, but he didn't know why, he was defeated by Mo Lingchi in a stunned move.

The young man in black was very puzzled in his heart, he couldn't see how Mo Lingchi used that trick at all, as if a person was standing in the dark and secretly gave himself a sword.

As long as he could feel the trajectory of that sword in that moment, the young man in black had a hundred chances of defeating Mo Lingchi under his own sword.

Even if he is not convinced, it is an indisputable fact that defeat is defeat. It's just that Chen Luo's sentence "I can't beat him after three years" completely angered the young man.

"It's not a regular martial arts venue, but it's empty enough for me to teach him a good lesson!"

"Three years is enough to make me the strongest in the world, but you say I still can't beat him!"

"I'll let you know the price of underestimating me!"

The momentum of the black-clothed young man changed suddenly, and the monstrous killing intent spread from the black-clothed young man's sword to Chen Luo's mind.

Chen Luofu smiled.

The shadow of blood came out of the sheath, and a strong hurricane swept through the entire Love Inn.