A little unrelenting, Yang Xiao said, "What if I want to force it?"

In the face of such a threat, the shopkeeper was not afraid, and said bluntly: "If you break the rules, you should know the end!"

After saying that, he picked up the sword on the table, did not stay here, turned and walked away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Xiao first stared at the shopkeeper, and when he left, his eyes turned to the man again, as if he wanted to eat the man alive in the next moment.

And the man who didn't have the sword was not afraid at all, he took a sip of tea slowly, and moved the second cup of tea left by the shopkeeper to Yang Xiao, and said, "Brother Yang Xiao, drink tea to extinguish the fire!"

"You ......"

Afraid that infinite anger had been squeezed in his chest, Yang Xiao looked at the man's eyes as if he was about to erupt into fire, but this anger never erupted.

Slowly relaxed, Yang Xiao sat down at the table, as if to vent, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all, and then crushed the teacup.

"Don't be too happy, after the sword of the ten thousand mountains, you will definitely die!"

In the face of Yang Xiao's threat, the man didn't seem to hear it, and he still looked leisurely.

The confrontation here stopped, and there was another sound of neat footsteps outside, heading straight for the Wuzheng Inn.

The first to come in was an old man, in the early stage of the Xiaocheng realm, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, wearing a white robe, and a silver sheath long sword hanging from his waist.

Behind him, there were six young men who were also dressed in white, two young men at the beginning of the condensation realm, and the rest were all in the entry realm, and in the middle there was a girl at the peak of the entry realm.

As soon as these seven people appeared, the most attractive thing was not the leading old man at the front, but the girl in the middle, just because this girl was so brilliant.

A delicate little face, with a faint crimson on her soft cheeks, three thousand green silk tied behind her, swaying slightly between walking, a pair of beautiful eyes of hollow valley orchid, curiously glanced around, although the figure is not fully developed, it can be regarded as concave and convex, very tasteful.

Although this girl is not bad, there are still those girls in the family who have not been done, and I didn't want to provoke it, but I just glanced at it and withdrew my gaze.

Seeing these people appear, Hei Bai and Nangong Yi said in unison, "Qingfeng Dao Temple!"

Hearing this, I asked Black and White, "You know this, too?"

He nodded to me and said, "When I went to find Master, I met these people, so I got to know them. ”

I don't have much interest in how he knows the people of Qingfeng Dao Temple, and I just asked casually, so I naturally won't delve into it now.

Nangong Yi added: "That person's name is Liu Shaoqing, he is the master of Qingfeng Taoist Temple, and his strength is not bad in the rivers and lakes. ”

After coming in, the people of Qingfeng Dao Temple were embarrassed, because there were no extra tables for their group to sit in.

When the people in the inn saw them come in, they took a look, and then they withdrew their gaze, and when these people didn't exist, they didn't mean to give them a moment.

I don't know why, the shopkeeper who ran very fast didn't come over, so he let the people of Qingfeng Taoist Temple stupidly pestle there.

Seeing Liu Shaoqing's face getting darker and darker, I asked with a low smile, "Hey, what do you think they will do?"

Nangong Yi said without hesitation: "According to Liu Shaoqing's strength, he estimates that he will force some people to give up their seats, and it is impossible for them to stand all the time." ”

Hei Bai disagreed, and said: "There are also two early stages of the Xiaocheng realm in the lobby of this inn, and it would be unwise for Liu Shaoqing to directly threaten them." ”

I didn't express my opinion on their words, but I know one thing, Liu Shaoqing is a small Cheng realm, let him stand here all the time, he can't hang his face.

Soon, Liu Shaoqing and his party made a move and went to Qi Tianshou and Bao Cheng.

"Two, there are a lot of people in our Qingfeng Dao Temple, and I hope that the two of you can let you sit at that table, how about it?"

When he said that table, his hand pointed to the table of Yan Mingye and the bald man.

Qi Tianshou and Bao Cheng haven't spoken yet, but the bald man's temper that is not afraid of things can't bear it.

"Old man, which green onion are you, do you want them to sit here with Lao Tzu, and don't ask Lao Tzu!"

This guy, an old man with his mouth open, and two old men with his mouth closed, Liu Shaoqing's face is really unbearable.

"It's just a high level of condensation realm, and if you are strong in front of the old man, you can't find death!"

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes are unruly, and this bald man can be regarded as the best among them, pointing at Liu Shaoqing's nose and scolding.

"You old miscellaneous hair, what if your strength is stronger than Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's waist knife king is not something that you can handle!"

After speaking, he really said that he would make a move when he made a move, and as soon as he pulled out the scimitar on his waist, a cold light flashed, and a touch of sword qi was thrown in front of Liu Shaoqing.

The bald man who claims to be the king of the waist knife is not a fool, knowing that Liu Shaoqing's strength is stronger than himself, and he still has to make a move, most of them have hole cards.

Even if he was attacked by the Waist Sword King, Liu Shaoqing was not afraid at all, and his whole body moved, so that the disciples behind him stepped back, and a sword was unsheathed on his waist, and the sword aura of the Waist Sword King was wiped out in a few starlights.

In one fell swoop, Liu Shaoqing did not mean to keep his hand, his body was like a ghost, sticking towards the waist sword king, and in the blink of an eye, seven swords had been stabbed, and the sword pointed directly at the key point of the waist sword king.

Although these two people have just met, they are really killing each other as soon as they fight, and they are ruthless.

One move missed, and the waist sword king was not affected too much, his body shook, he stepped back a little, and the scimitar in his hand slashed towards the front, blocking most of Liu Shaoqing's sword qi.

However, Liu Shaoqing's strength was much stronger than the Waist Sword King after all, and the seventh sword penetrated the waist Sword King's defense, leaving a scar on his left shoulder, and the blood flowed for a while.

As soon as he succeeded, Liu Shaoqing's momentum soared, and he stepped forward with the sword in his hand, and between the front and backhand, there were seven consecutive stabs in the blink of an eye.

Liu Shaoqing and the Waist Sword King fought, and Nangong Yi said to me in a low voice: "That Liu Shaoqing, it is said that he practiced the Eighteen-Way Heaven-Locking Sword from the Liujian Sect. ”

"Looking at him like this now, he should be able to practice to the seventh path with ease, if he practices to more than ten ways, the waist sword king will definitely die!"

Seeing him judge like this, I couldn't help but be curious, and asked: "Did this waist sword king have a festival with Liu Shaoqing, otherwise it would be impossible to divide life and death for the sake of a seat." ”

Nangong Yi nodded, agreed with me, and said: "It seems that the younger brother of the Waist Sword King, because he had a lustful heart for the female disciple of the Qingfeng Taoist Temple, he couldn't do it, and was killed by Liu Shaoqing!"

"Oh!"

In this way, I understand that these two guys have a blood feud, no wonder they have to separate life and death, you live and die as soon as they meet.

When we spoke, the battle situation had completely tilted towards Liu Shaoqing's side, maybe Liu Shaoqing had only practiced the seven-way sword, but with the suppression of strength, the waist sword king had already been hit by three swords.

The first sword was on the left shoulder, the second was on the lower abdomen, and the third was on the side of the neck, leaving a rather frightening scar, but not serious, just getting more and more dangerous.

With a very relaxed look, Liu Shaoqing's white sleeves of the sword dance swayed, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing out, sword after sword, faster and faster.

After dealing with it all of a sudden, the defeat of the Waist Sword King became more and more obvious, and it was almost a foregone conclusion.

There was anger in his heart, and when Liu Shaoqing put away his sword, he burst into a shout, and the scimitar in his hand slashed heavily towards Liu Shaoqing, but he wanted to die with Liu Shaoqing.

Liu Shaoqing is not stupid, he still has an advantage, and he can't die with the waist sword king who is weaker than him.

I saw that his footsteps were slightly retracted, the long sword in his hand was shocked, and the moment the scimitar was cut down, he stabbed up, only to see the star cold flashing, and with a ding, the right hand of the king of the waist knife was bleeding, and the scimitar had already flown out.

Without a knife, the waist knife king simply has no strength to fight, and he let out a cry in his mouth, and his palms were windy, and he slapped towards Liu Shaoqing's chest.

"Yan Mingye, watching me die, what will happen to you!"

Except for the sentence he suddenly shouted, he high-fived Liu Shaoqing like this, which was tantamount to sending him to death.

Liu Shaoqing was also cold, he was really murderous, and shouted: "Since you sincerely want to find death, then it's no wonder to me!"

As soon as the long sword in his hand was retracted, a sword shook open, and instantly turned into a piercing cold light, piercing the heart of the waist sword king.

If this sword falls, the Waist Sword King will have ten lives, and I am afraid that it will not be enough to die.

However, things don't always go according to common sense.

When the Waist Sword King called out Yan Mingye's name, I kept staring at Yan Mingye, waiting to see if he would make a move.

The Waist Knife King and Yan Mingye know each other, and perhaps they still have a great relationship, which is why Yan Mingye can endure so much nonsense from the Waist Knife King.

However, the great relationship between them may not be friendship or anything like that, otherwise when the Waist Sword King was about to die, he would not have said those words and threatened Yan Mingye to help.

Seeing that Liu Shaoqing's sword was about to stab the heart of the waist sword king, with a bang, Yan Mingye finally made a move.

The white cloth on the hat shook off, and a compelling cold air burst out, and the cold light flashed, and a snow-white long sword had appeared in front of Liu Shaoqing's sword, picking him apart.

"You can't kill him!"

With such a simple sentence, Yan Mingye seems to have made his position clear to Liu Shaoqing, he wants the waist sword king to live.

Because Yan Mingye picked up the sword by Yan Mingye, who suddenly attacked, Liu Shaoqing opened the door for a while, and was taken advantage of by the waist knife king, and hit his chest with two palms.

Although it is true that Liu Shaoqing is the first stage of the Xiaocheng realm, he is also strong in one-handed swordsmanship, and he was hit on the chest by the waist sword king of the high level of the condensation realm, and he can feel good before he can be a ghost.

Like a wild monkey, the king of the waist knife retreats with one blow, and folds it back to take back the scimitar that will fly away.

And Liu Shaoqing's body flickered, staggered back a few steps, his face flushed abnormally, and a little blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

was stunned by the fight between the two sides, and it was not until the two sides temporarily stopped that the disciples behind Liu Shaoqing came back to their senses and began to scold Yan Mingye.

"This guy is so shameless, the two sides are fighting, and they actually make a sneak attack!"

"This shameless man, if he fights alone, how can he be the opponent of the Lord!"

......

Those male disciples of Qingfeng Dao Temple were all scolding, but the female disciple didn't speak, but her eyes kept on Yan Mingye, as if she was looking at something.

From Yan Mingye and Liu Shaoqing, I can see something.

In terms of strength, Liu Shaoqing is at the beginning of the Xiaocheng realm, and he is naturally stronger than Yan Mingye, who is at the peak of the condensation realm.

Liu Shaoqing's talent is definitely not as good as Yan Mingye, he is so old, his strength has only accumulated to the early stage of the Xiaocheng realm, and the eighteen-way Heaven Locking Sword has only been practiced to the seventh way.

Yan Mingye is much younger than him, his strength is already in the condensation realm Dai Feng, half a step into the realm, and the thirty-six windless sword in one hand is definitely stronger than Liu Shaoqing's half-hanging sword locking the sky.

"Yan Mingye, what do you mean?"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Liu Shaoqing looked at Yan Mingye and asked, but he didn't make a tentative move, and he was very jealous of Yan Mingye.

Yan Mingye slowly withdrew the long sword, hid it behind the white cloth again, and said coldly: "Didn't my words be clear enough, I said it, I want the Waist Sword King to live." ”

I have to say that Yan Mingye's self-styled appearance is really infuriating, and I am no exception, I have the urge to rush out to clean him up when I see it, and I have to let him know that he can't be too arrogant.

Liu Shaoqing didn't have the slightest anger in his words, and said coldly: "If I have to kill him!"

The white cloth that shrouded the whole body was windless, and Yan Mingye's voice carried a cold killing intent.

"Then I'll kill you!"

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To be continued......