Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou ate the food on the table unhurriedly, drank the tea in the cup, and felt that the hunger in their stomachs had gradually disappeared, the dryness in their throats no longer existed, and the heat of noon had gradually disappeared in the passage of time, and a cool afternoon slowly spread. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There were more pedestrians on the road, and people from the rivers and lakes with swords, short guns, and steel whips kept emerging, but these people still had an agreement, and they entered the small teahouse where Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou were, and they didn't take advantage of the coolness at this time to hurry.

After a while, the teahouse was already full of guests, and there was no place to sit, but the people on the official road still did not cut off, and they continued to gather in this small teahouse.

These are not only in the rivers and lakes, but also the masters of the six doors and the Song Tingda, although these people have tried their best to hide their existence, but for Zhao Zhijing, who is familiar with them, these people are a light in the dark night, they are so dazzling.

The arrival of these did not arouse Zhao Zhijing's strange emotions, I saw that the light in his eyes flashed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the look on his face became extremely interesting.

If you look carefully at these many people, there is always a group that is different from these people, and the temperament of that body is not an ordinary Jianghu guest at first glance, but it does not have the contempt of the six doors of the catcher and the master of the Song Dynasty to look at the Jianghu guests in the teahouse, it is a kind of person who is like the person in front of him, he is lowly, only he is noble, a kind of arrogance from the heart.

In this lively scene, it must be noisy, but at this time, everything seems to have an invisible force restricting these people, sitting quietly in the small teahouse, even if those who came late, there is no seat, there is no noise, just quietly resting on the side.

At this moment, there was a huge sound of horses' hooves on the official road, and after a while, a tall horse galloped from a distance, and immediately sat a man in a brocade robe, with a black sword in his hand, this person was nearly forty years old, and his eyes did not see a trace of old age, full of essence, as if he could see through the thoughts in people's hearts at a glance.

The galloping horse came to the teahouse, and stopped, and the man was already standing on the ground with a majestic face, a serious face, and no smile could be seen, giving people a sense of fortitude, and there was a feeling in his heart that the man in front of him was an iron-faced and selfless man.

The man kept moving forward, the teahouse was already full of people, and a small path was revealed in the crowd, whether it was a Jianghu guest, or a fast catcher of the six doors, or a master of the palace, at this moment he consciously made a way out of the way.

The person came to Zhao Zhijing's side, slowly stood still, there was no change on his serious face, only to see his eyes staring straight at Zhao Zhijing, who had an indifferent look on his face at this time, and said loudly: "Zhao Zhijing, the senior disciple of the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, this Zhanxiong, I am here to arrest you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing still had an indifferent smile on his face, and said slowly: "Zhanxiong? I don't know who you are who followed Bao Zheng and Master Bao's Zhanzhao." ”

"It's the ancestor, I'm a family member, and I've been arresting scum like you who defy the etiquette of the court and kill people at will for generations, and ring others around!"

Zhao Zhijing still looked at it, raised the teacup on the table and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and slowly said: "Zhanxiong, your ancestor Zhanzhao was only given the title of royal cat, how are you compared to your ancestor? Even if Zhanzhao came here, I don't think he would dare to talk to me like this, just you, his little descendant, are not ashamed to speak like this!"

The sentence was still indifferent, but a kind of domineering between the lines came to his face, Zhanxiong with a serious face, his face did not change in the slightest, he held the hilt of the sword with one hand and said slowly: "I am far inferior to my ancestors, but catching you, a thief and mouse, is just a piece of cake!"

"Cangchangchang!" The words fell, the long sword in Zhanxiong's hand was unsheathed, and a snow-white sword light flashed, forcing straight towards Zhao Zhijing's body, only to see Zhao Zhijing still with a face, sitting on the small stool, stretching out slender fingers from his sleeves, the fingers like warm jade, between the electric light and flint, like an iron tong, clamped the sword stabbed by Zhanxiong.

"Click!" The sound of the wooden block breaking came into my ears, and the small table in front of Zhao Zhijing was split in half at this moment, and the incision was as bright as a mirror.

Zhao Zhijing, who was holding the long sword in one hand, slowly spoke: "Zhanxiong, in my opinion, you are a bear, your sword is only a sword that can chop the table, spread anger, and even people can't stab it, is it still a sword? In my opinion, even the firewood knife in the hand of the little second brother is not as good." ”

Zhanxiong, who is nearly forty years old, has already passed that era of blood and impulsiveness, and when he heard Zhao Zhijing's words, there was no change on his face, and he was still so serious. In seriousness, the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly increased in strength, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it, but the pair of cultivated fingers still clamped the long sword tightly, and there was no way to relax. Zhanxiong's huge strength is like a stone ox entering the sea, and there is no trace of waves in sight.

Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting upright, stood the Purple Emperor Sword by his side with his free hand, with an interesting look on his face, and slowly said: "If you want your sword, just tell me! ”

The words fell, Zhao Zhijing's fingers holding the long sword, a force came out, two fingers twisted, a crisp sound came into the ears, an inch long sword tip fell from the air, that is because Zhao Zhijing's strength, actually cut the long sword in Zhanxiong's hand into two, even if the falling section is only an inch long, but without the sharp sword tip, the long sword is like a tiger without fangs, without the majesty of the roaring mountains and forests.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, and Zhanxiong's face showed a trace of horror, but Zhao Zhijing did not stop for a moment, and pointed like a sword, and pointed out, the pure true qi in the body operated, and a foot-long sword shadow appeared on the two fingers, and the sword body of the true qi condensed, under the illumination of the sun, actually had a trace of metallic luster.

Fingertips, the blade of the sword slashed out, and the sharp sword qi tore the air, slashing at the long sword that had no tip in Zhanxiong's hand, and it actually made a sound of gold and iron. (To be continued.) )