In a restaurant in Shaanxi, several large white wooden tables in the lobby are full of people. The restaurant is not big, and the shopkeeper runs back and forth to give food to the guests on the three large tables, and he is very busy. There were five or six people sitting at a large table, dressed in different ways, some dressed as Miao people, some dressed as butchers, some sons, some swordsmen, and some Toutuo. A cadre of people with blades on their bodies, speaking with different accents, drinking in large bowls, eating meat in large pieces, it turned out to be Feng Yunjin, Bai Yiyu, Luo Lisha and others. It turned out that Bai Yilu fled in a hurry that day, and did not stop to rest until he got near here.

Bai Yiyu took a sip of wine and scolded: "I saw that I was about to succeed, but I didn't expect a yellow-haired boy to come out and stir up a good situation." Now the Great Khan will be condemned, and we will not be able to get rid of it. Luo Li said: "If the bitter wisdom monk and the zombie face were also there that day, we might not be able to beat that kid." The zombie face he was talking about was Ju Hanko. On that day, Ku Zhi and Ju Hanzi were defeated by Zhang San in the wilderness, and several people didn't know about it.

Jiulongtoutuo squinted at Feng Yunjin, and snorted: "Presumably, no matter how frustrated we are, we are not half as good as the head of Feng, and the head of the hand has flew." Feng Yunjin only cared about drinking wine and eating meat, but ignored him. Jiulongtoutuo said again: "The seat under the Great Khan, Feng Zhangmen is especially above us, and he is a trick to please the Snow Mountain Sect. Now that Master Feng has become a lost dog, I don't think you will be allowed to do so. ”

The young man with the severed finger sat next to Feng Yunjin, and when he saw a chill flashing between Feng Yunjin's eyebrows, he said, "Everyone is in the same boat, Master Kowloon, why do you bother to be sarcastic?" Then he turned his head and asked Feng Yunjin: "Mr. Feng, what is the origin of that person?" Feng Yunjin lowered his head and said: "Pang Yunshu brought it back, I heard that it is Wu Jingyi's apprentice, I don't know if it's true or not." ”

Bai Yiyu said: "Didn't Wu Jingyi die early? Why did you accept an apprentice?" The young man said: "Among the Snow Mountain Sect, Wu Jingyi's highest martial arts is Tan Yunchun. That kid's martial arts are much higher than Tan Yunchun's, and his grade is light, so I see something strange about things. Luo Lisha drank wine and ate meat, and continued: "I think his swordsmanship is a little weird, and it is plausible with the martial arts of the Snow Mountain School. ”

Feng Yunjin heard him say this, his heart sank, and he said secretly: "Could it be the Snow Mountain Sword Technique?" Just thinking about it, he suddenly heard someone shouting at the door: "Okay, there is wine and meat, and the grandfathers are very hungry." Everyone looked and saw a few monks walking in first, followed by an old monk, and a strange man who looked like a zombie, but it was Kuzhi and Ju Hanzi. Ku Zhixian didn't find a few people, and Luo Lisha was just about to shout, but several people went straight to a table with few people on the side of the door. Ju Hanzi sat down on the bench and squeezed a big man beside him away.

The big man is also a martial arts practitioner, how not to be angry when he saw this situation, he squeezed back hard, thinking that under this squeezing, he had to squeeze this zombie face out of the door. As soon as Na Zhi bumped into Ju Hanzi, a strange force immediately forced him over, and he couldn't sit still, his hips left the stool, and he fell out. Several monks laughed when they saw him embarrassed.

The rest of the diners at the table saw that a few people were not good, so they all put down their dishes and chopsticks and got up to leave the table, but a middle-aged couple lowered their heads to eat, as if they were unaware of the things around them. A monk was very angry, picked up the wine bowl in front of the man, raised his neck and drank it dry, and lifted the chopsticks used by others, and took a large piece of beef, and ate it with relish. He took another piece of beef and was about to pick up the chopsticks, but the man pressed it with the chopsticks. The monk raised his eyes to look at the man, seeing that the man was expressionless, he lifted the chopsticks hard, his face was flushed, but he couldn't move no matter what, he was annoyed and angry, and scolded: "Bastard, I'm impatient!" The man was not angry, and suddenly retracted his strength, and the monk fell backwards, but fortunately he was supported by Kuzhi's raised hand, so as not to fall upside down.

This change caused several tables of diners to look sideways, and Ku Zhi had already seen Bai Yiyu and a few others at this time, and when he saw a few people watching with a smile, he couldn't help but feel angry. Although he was loyal to the Mongols, he was always fighting openly and secretly. Especially after Kuzhi won the title of protector, the remaining few people were unwilling. The man was obviously not weak in martial arts, and Bai Yilu and the others had the intention to see the bitter wisdom make a fool of themselves, so they didn't say anything, just watched from the sidelines, looking like they didn't care about themselves. Several monks on the table stood up when they saw that their companions were humiliated, and they all looked at Kuzhi, seeing that Kuzhi was silent, and saw that Ju Hanzi's face was uncertain, and they all pulled out their waist knives and surrounded a man and a woman. The first monk was in a hurry, and he raised his knife and slashed at the top of the man's head. The man seemed to have long eyes in the back of his head, and the knife came over on one side of his head, and the knife slashed straight at the wooden table, the man's left arm was slightly bent, and he hit it backwards, and he didn't see how he used his strength, but the monk flew backwards, and his spine hit the corner of a table, and he spit blood in his mouth, snorted, and collapsed to the ground.

Bai Yiyu and the others were all surprised, judging from this alone, the man's martial arts will never lose to himself, at this moment, several people put away their smiles and watched the battle intently, depending on what kind of road this man is. Ku Zhi and Ju Hanzi had no expression on their faces, and they were also secretly thinking in their hearts.

Seeing that his companion was killed, several monks held on to it, drew their knives and launched an attack on the man. These monks are all disciples of bitter wisdom, called disciples, not necessarily apprentices, several of them have uneven martial arts, but they are all characters who do not enter the stream. With just one move, the man made the Kuzhi people secretly frightened, how could they still be opponents? Sure enough, in just an instant, several monks had been knocked to the ground, dead and wounded, and fell to the ground wailing. Look at the man again, his body does not leave the chair, his hands do not leave the table, as if nothing happened, this brilliant martial arts, even if it is a few white people, he is also secretly admired in amazement.

The other party's martial arts are superb, and he knows it well, but the disciple was injured and killed, if he didn't stand up, he wouldn't say that he was dishonorable in front of Bai Yiyi and a few people, and he would not be able to raise his head in front of his disciples and grandchildren in the future. Ju Hanzi is also a general idea, he and Ku Zhi came together, although the relationship between the two is not harmonious, but he understands the truth of both prosperity and loss. The two glanced at each other, Kuzhi stepped forward, folded his hands, and said: "The poor monk's Dharma is Kuzhi, today's disciple offended the layman, Wanwang Haihan." I don't know the name of the layman, what kind of sect he is, and he will come to apologize in the future. He wants the other party to be strong in martial arts, so he will be polite first, and when he fights for a while, the other party will not be ruthless, and secondly, he can understand the other party's name and martial arts path.

The man smiled, drank all the wine in the cup, and then spoke: "My husband and wife like to be quiet, there is no need to apologize, you just leave." He said this lightly, and he didn't take bitterness in his eyes at all. Ku Zhi made a big red face, and froze in place with Ju Hanzi, seeing a man and a woman eating and drinking by themselves, without raising their heads, and not even looking at the two of them. Both of them are well-known characters in the rivers and lakes, when have they been insulted like this? Rao is the other party is by no means a good type, and today's battle is inevitable. Ju Hanzi lifted the corpse cane and said: "Your Excellency is not polite to speak, in this case, please move outside the store, and the two of us will learn the tricks!" He knew that his own side might not be the opponent of the other party when he fought alone, so he came up and said, 'The two of them are not martial', although they are not martial, if they lose, they will really lose, and there is no way.

The corners of the man's eyebrows rose, and when he saw the corpse cane, he suddenly became interested, and smiled at his wife: "This is the first time I've seen this blade." Okay, junior sister, you sit down for a while, and I'll send them to accompany you again. The woman smiled, and everyone saw that she was over forty years old, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wrinkled, but her skin was fair, and her appearance was dignified, and she was expected to be a beauty when she was young.

Although the man carried the sword and the two walked out of the store, it was noon at this time, and there were many people on the street.