Meeting room.

Xia Wuwu lifted the wine jar, smashed the sealing mud, and the cold moire marble floor in front of him lined up porcelain bowls, in three columns.

"Little junior sister, pour all the wine. He stood in front of him with his hands held high.

I have never practiced internal strength, and I pour wine in the air, if it is a dozen cups, it is fine, but there are nearly two hundred porcelain bowls here.

It's not good if your hands are shaking in the back and you are seen by others.

A master of the rivers and lakes who does not know internal strength, even if the sword moves are weird, they will not last.

Therefore, he does not pour wine, but his complexion remains the same.

It was as quiet as the moment before the storm, making people feel that there was a flame about to explode in his body, and he didn't dare to say or ask more, for fear that this unknown fierce god would regret it the next moment.

With the aftermath of murder and beheading, Xia Wuwu was like a Dinghai Divine Needle at this time, as long as he stood up, the more than 100 people in the hall did not dare to make a mistake, so they had to wait quietly.

Besides, what better way to solve it than a glass of wine?

So, they are willing to wait as well.

All that was left of the room was the silent sound of pouring wine.

Ming Momo glanced sideways at the young man, he was so domineering... Her heart is beating like a deer.

It's just that she is a little worried, after all, he killed the city lord, although the other party was unreasonable first, but after all, he is still the city lord of Tianyin City sealed by the imperial court, how should this be?

Thinking about it, Liu Ye'er frowned.

It's a big deal to wander the world with him, if you are caught, you will be escorted to the execution ground together, and it seems that it is not bad to be an outlaw mandarin duck.

Not... It's just that this matter is over, and I must ask him how he suddenly became so powerful, and he actually hid himself for so long, it's really annoying.

No, I stared at him almost every day, and I didn't find out that he practiced any advanced martial arts, except for some basic body forging methods of the Lang Sword Sect.

The trick he made just now was extremely strange, and it was not his own martial arts at all.

Her heart trembled suddenly, it couldn't be that she had entered the Demon Dao, right?

Thinking about it, she had come to the end.

The jar is empty.

Xia Wuwu gestured and said lightly: "Everyone, please!"

"Whether it is the one who atones for one's sins, the one who admonishes the Master's spirit in heaven, or the one who bids off the Master, everyone drinks this cup of wine together, and then kneels down and kowtows three times together, and the matter is over. ”

"If anyone is not sincere, I will kill him!"

He used the "Purple Qi Donglai Style" to step out, like a ghost, and picked up the sword beside him, but no one could see the movement clearly.

They were all shocked that their body was so weird.

It can be said that this mysterious teenager is already invincible.

However, they didn't know that the young man in front of him only had so much inventory, let him take another three or four steps like this, and immediately reveal his stuffing, if he took seven or eight steps, he was afraid that he would trip himself up.

The people hurried to pick up their bowls.

Xia Wuwu's eyes narrowed slightly, looked around, then looked at the familiar face on the chair and paused slightly, and then raised his voice: "Go all the way!"

He picked up the porcelain bowl in his right hand, raised his head and drank it, while his left index finger slammed it on the blade.

Ten fingers connected to his heart, and the severe pain suddenly made his soul tremble, but he was also more awake because of it.

At this time, there was also an uproar in the hall, what "the Langjian Sect is going all the way", "Zhang Zhangjiao is going well"... Etcetera.

Xia Wuwu listened carefully for a moment, suddenly drew his sword, his body moved like a ghost, and a style of "Zhong Kui's eyes" stabbed out with a cold air, and when everyone reacted, a clever man who was hesitating with a wine bowl had been pierced through the head.

"If you don't drink, you're insincere!"

The young man put away his sword, blew away the blood droplets from the tip of the sword, and looked around as a tiger and wolf.

Originally, it was just a matter of caution, worried that poison was put in the wine.

But since the disciples of the Lang Sword Sect and the young man himself drank this wine... It shouldn't be a big problem.

Moreover, the situation is stronger than people, and this wine cannot be drunk without drinking. Didn't you see the scarlet still stained on the young man's sword, didn't you see the skull of the man lying on the ground all sliced off?

"Kowtow!" Xia Wuwu shouted, then took the lead in kneeling, and kowtowed three times to the head that was still unblinded.

Behind him, both the disciples of the Langjian Sect and the guards were in a hurry to go through the motions, and they were also busy following behind and kneeling.

A few seconds later, when I got up again.

Zhang Nianshan's eyes were still wide open.

Xia Wuwu said lightly: "You can go." ”

A cadre of guards and the rebel disciples of the Langjian Sect who wanted to leave were relieved and hurriedly went out.

Xia Wuwu didn't say much, and rushed into the back hall with the little junior sister's hand.

Ming Momo's face was as red as a ripe peach, but the young man in front of him couldn't wait to touch her green silk.

"What are you doing?" said the little sister shyly.

But the young man in front of him ignored her, but quickly removed the silver hairpin from her head, and then broke it, revealing some cyan powder that smelled similar to licorice, and then hurriedly swallowed it.

After sitting quietly for a while, a cool feeling suddenly rushed to his brain, coupled with the severe pain that still came from the fingers of his left hand, the power of the sweat medicine was suddenly dispersed.

"Stay here. Xia Wuwu glanced at her, and then walked out of the back hall.

In front of him, there were already a number of fainting guards and disciples, except for Zhang Hanyu, who was tied to a mahogany pillar, there was no one who was awake.

"What tricks are you playing?" Zhang Hanyu said coldly.

But Xia Wuwu ignored him, just walked casually in the dizzy crowd, just now he had almost written down all the faces of the betrayed disciples, and because of the division of camp psychology, their positions were still relatively concentrated.

In the courtyard outside the gate are the guards, which is easy to distinguish.

Sword after sword stabbed down on the throat, and then pulled it up, he repeated the action mechanically, until the hall was full of blood, and the ground was bleeding, and he stopped.

Slowly putting the sword in his hand on the ground, he walked in front of Zhang Nianshan, looking at the middle-aged man who was still wide-eyed in a trance, and the memories of the past appeared in his mind one by one.

"Worry, it's time for you to grow your body, eat more, don't learn from those sons and brothers in the fireworks alley, who are skinny and bone-like, and think they are romantic. Whether we are practicing martial arts or practicing literature, we all need a healthy physique!"

"Where did you fool around last night, punish you for studying in front of the wall for a day, and don't eat!"

"You're hungry, aren't you... For my father, I made some broth boiled, so you should drink it while it was hot, and don't go to those places in the future. The color is a bone scraper, the plaything is demoralized, and nothing will be achieved in the end. ”

"Worry, it's for your own good that my father doesn't let you learn martial arts, hey... There are many things that the Father can't say, but hopefully you'll never know... Because, you're my son. How can a father not want his son to live a peaceful life? Even if it is ordinary, it doesn't matter. ”

The young man looked ahead in a daze, his eyes suddenly turned red, he knelt to the end, supported the ground with both hands, and kowtowed heavily.

And the young face that was lying low was already in tears, and it was extremely embarrassed.

"Father, the unfilial son has avenged you! ”

"The aftermath of the Langjian Sect, my son will handle it, please rest assured. ”

"Please go all the way, my son will send you here!"

On the seat, Zhang Nianshan's wide-open pupils finally closed slowly.