The more people in the restaurant, the quieter it becomes. www.biquge.info At this moment, even if it is the "buzzing" sound of a fly, it can be regarded as a big movement.

No matter who it is, when he sees too many mysterious, masters of the same level, no matter how lonely and arrogant he is, he will inevitably need to weigh his weight at this time.

"Dangdangdang......"

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums came from the street outside. It stands to reason that if there were no important matters concerning most of the people in the city, there should never be such a sound of gongs and drums. After all, as soon as this gong sounds, it means that the owner of this city has something extremely important to announce.

"Master Yan has an order, I respectfully ask all friends to be calm today, early tomorrow morning, Master Yan will hold a banquet in the west of the city to entertain all the heroes of the rivers and lakes. When the time comes, what you want, Master Yan will also bring it with you!"

People like this, at this moment, countless places in the city have appeared one after another. I don't know if money can make ghosts push Jiang Feng, but money can definitely make people beat gongs.

"Tongtianlou, what does Yan Tieshan want to do?"

Just when everyone felt puzzled, the chicken-footed Taoist suddenly walked to another table in front of a young man dressed in brocade.

"You, our Hainan Sword Sect ......"

In an instant, a middle-aged man who looked like a leader who opened his mouth didn't know when, so he lifted it up to the Chicken Foot Daoist with one hand.

"With things like you, if you don't get out, you will all die here......"

A sound of "whew" broke the air, and the next moment, the disciple of the Hainan Sword Sect flew out upside down, smashing many tables and chairs very hard.

"Good guts......

In an instant, the three bright narrow swords had been unsheathed, and they were in a three-way position, surrounding the chicken-footed Taoist.

It's a pity that the next moment, the disciple of the Hainan Sword Sect who was thrown out hurriedly shouted: "Don't do it, don't do it!"

"Senior Brother Qiu, but this guy ...... just now"

"Don't say it, the skills are not as good as others, this trip to the troubled waters, our Hainan Sword Sect can't go. Let's go ......."

I have to say that if this Senior Brother Qiu can take over the Hainan Sword Sect in the future, then the Hainan Sword Sect will definitely be able to occupy a place in the future martial arts.

After all, if a sect wants to rise, the first thing is not to be destroyed by others. Make more friends and make fewer enemies, especially know how to give up, give up, give up, give up.

In fact, after the chicken foot Taoist showed his chicken foot skills, many of the people in the restaurant have secretly retreated in their hearts. Besides, staying here all the time, it is not much help to wait for the opportunity to seize Xiaolou and listen to the spring rain overnight, it is better to leave first, and wait until tomorrow to go to the west of the city to the sky building.

After a short while, there were only three tables left in the huge restaurant.

Jiang Feng and his party, Lu Xiaofeng and the others, and the chicken-footed Taoist.

At this time, the chicken-footed Taoist sat down at the table by himself, summoned the trembling Xiao Er, and replaced it with a new banquet as quickly as possible, as well as the dishes that should have been served on other tables.

"Eat vegetables!"

The advantage of fewer people is not only much cleaner, but even the speed of serving food is also a thousand miles a day, far from being comparable to Fang Cai.

At this time, Jiang Feng did not change the slightest intention because of the arrival of the Chicken Foot Dao people. For him, big things have to be eaten by himself.

But many times, it's not that you don't want to provoke others, and others won't provoke you.

At this time, after the chicken foot Taoist "quack, quack" gnawed a chicken with the belt and bone, he suddenly said with compassion: "Okay, interesting, interesting, Shifting Flower Palace, Lu Xiaofeng, since you are very interested in listening to the spring rain in the small building of my Holy Sect overnight, but I don't know if you are interested in the old man's chicken foot skills?"

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng grabbed one of his mustaches with one hand, touched it slowly, and then said: "To be honest, the two of us came to the Jewel Pavilion with the original intention of not coming to Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight. ”

The chicken-footed Taoist sneered, and then said: "I didn't mean it, but I don't mean that you two can't see the treasure." ”

"Then how should the two of us prove it?"

"Leave, or die!"

The people in the world are divided into twelve signs, but Lu Xiaofeng's images are not among the twelve. Because he belongs to a donkey, he does not go away, and fights a stubborn donkey who is backwards.

"What if I say no?"

When the first word "no" came out of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth, the wine glass in the hand of the Chicken Foot Daoist had already flown out like a hidden weapon, and came straight to Lu Xiaofeng's forehead.

With a slight finger clip, when Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers firmly fixed the wine glass in the air, the Chicken Foot Daoist had already flown up.

"Help!"

The three crooked fingers of the Chicken Foot Daoist actually exuded a dark metallic luster in the eyes of several people at this time, and the few people left in the restaurant at this time were all the top people in the rivers and lakes. This kind of luster is obviously because the other party has promoted the skill of chicken foot skills to the extreme, so that it can have such an amazing effect.

"I don't know now that it's too late to escape!" At this time, the Chicken Foot Daoist actually didn't care about Hua Manlou, who was sitting quietly on the side, and didn't say a word, and continued to fly towards Lu Xiaofeng.

"Even if you escape to the end of the cape, you can't change your life!"

After the loud voice of the Chicken Foot Daoist, all of a sudden, Lu Xiaofeng's face showed a look of smugness and mockery.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared outside the door, blocking Lu Xiaofeng's way, and said coldly: "They don't have to flee to the ends of the earth, and you can't chase them to the ends of the earth, if I were you, I would obediently sit back in the original place, and hurry up to ask for a pair of pen and paper!"

"Pen and paper, what does the old man want those things for?"

"If there are any last words, you'd better write them down quickly, maybe it will be useful!"

"Damn!"

An angry look hit the face of the Chicken Foot Daoist, and the next moment, he finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.

The man was long and erect, and his clothes were as white as snow, but the sword at his waist was black, pitch black, narrow, and ancient. Such a person looks simple, pure, and terrible!

The Chicken Foot Daoist glared and shouted, "Who dares to be so rude? Do you know who I am?"

"My name is Simon Blowing Snow"

Simon blows snow, the name itself is like a sword, cold and sharp. He doesn't ask for the other person's name, he doesn't want to ask, and he doesn't need to ask.

He held the scabbard in his left hand, and his right hand appeared on the hilt of the sword at some point. Although the long sword was not unsheathed, the Chicken Foot Daoist had already felt a cold and piercing murderous aura enveloping him. (To be continued.) )