This makes the young man of the silver needle not a subordinate of Mission Hills Villa, and the silver needle is not the only one in the martial arts.

"Ahh

The sound of the piano and bamboo on the second floor did not stop, as if it was deaf to this earth-shattering roar.

His small eyes were red, and everyone in the fierce aura hall could feel it, only to feel a chill in his heart, and the warm hall was suddenly like a fire had been extinguished.

His little eyes seemed to be stained with bloodshots, and he looked like crazy, but instead of rushing forward as others expected, he made a big move, but looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes who was sitting on the side, squinting his eyes, the window with his arm on the pillar, the window frame on the right side had been broken, and the sawdust was in his hand, scattered little by little.

The shopkeeper had quietly taken a few steps back, not wanting to intervene, he knew that this matter was not good, he was afraid that this was an official restaurant, but he was not afraid, and he did not send someone to report the inspection.

The young man shook his head slightly, turned to the swarthy young man who stood out from the crowd, and arched his hand, "It seems that you are also a martial arts master, since this is the case, let's compete with each other, if you can win against Xiao...... This Taoist beside me spared those two wastes!"

"Haha......" The black boy laughed loudly, and laughed freely in front of everyone's eyes, which made the two good-looking light gauze women who accompanied him admire.

"It's funny, it's funny...... The two of them were originally drunk by you, just because you wanted to sit in that seat, but you wanted to throw them out, acting so viciously, it really made Fei's teeth cold!"

The swarthy young man was full of indignation, and he held a silver needle in his hand, which flashed silver in the bright light, and his fingers were holding the silver needle, and he pointed at the four people sitting there from a few people, always worrying that he wanted to make a mistake.

The man with curly hair and sunken eyes and a stiff nose quickly shifted his position, blocking the way of the silver needle in front of the young man in the Chinese costume.

The deep-set eyes were blue and shimmering, and the two sapphires embedded in the head were quite intimidating, and the hand covered with long yellow hair pressed tightly to the hilt of the knife at the waist, and the knife was a delicate scimitar.

This move immediately caused the swarthy young man opposite to sneer twice, his eyes full of disdain, as if he was laughing at his cowardice.

The shameful smile was unbearable for the noblely dressed young man, and he pushed away the servant who was blocking him, and pursed his thin lips, "To compare or not to compare?!" The voice was cold and a little resentful.

"Why not!" The clear voice with vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded in the window, and then a white shadow flashed, and a middle-aged man in a fur coat appeared, standing four or five steps in front of them.

This person is of medium stature, with an ordinary face, which is difficult for people to remember, but people want clothes, wrapped in a snow-white coat, he is full of wealth and wealth, but there is a bit of grace and chic.

I'm afraid that Yang Guo is here, and it is difficult to recognize that this is his eldest brother, his face has changed, and he has been almost old for more than ten years.

Xiao Yuesheng heard that they were Mongolians, and the killing intent in his heart had risen, how could he tolerate them to show off their martial arts again, that swarthy young man's martial arts cultivation was still tender, and he was really not the opponent of those people.

"Who are you?!" The young man sat still, and the middle-aged man beside him who was slightly caressing a few locks of clear beard asked, his expression was a little awe-inspiring, and he was already afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's body.

"Hehe, people from the mountains and wilderness, it's not worth mentioning, but you, the master, I'm afraid it's the Mongolian royal family, right?" Xiao Yuesheng gathered up his killing intent and smiled slightly, and the people around him suddenly felt a little free and easy.

It's just that his words are like thunder in the clear sky, which was originally quiet in the building, and the buzz suddenly sounded, turning heads and ears, whispering, and pointing fingers, all of which were full of fierce light and indifferent indifference.

The faces of the few people sitting upright all changed slightly, and there was a look of vigilance in their eyes, but the young man was indifferent, squinting at the buzzing crowd of people around him, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, with a slight smile, but it was a disdainful sneer.

"Mongols?!" asked loudly the swarthy young man standing not far from the crowd, looked at the few people sitting around, and then looked at Xiao Yuesheng in a robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a questioning look on his heroic face, and at the same time took out a few silver needles from his arms in his left hand.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled at him, not wanting the young man to raise his head and ignore it, which made Xiao Yuesheng a little embarrassed, but his face was thick enough, and the embarrassment turned into a faint smile, which disappeared into invisibility.

"I'm afraid you're here to spy on the military, right?!" Xiao Yuesheng turned his head, his eyes were calm, and he smiled without anger, "Doing sneaky deeds, you can still be so high-flying, stupid to this point, it is unprecedented, ancient and modern, it is difficult to find!"

He has a smile on his face, his eyes are gentle, but he is a veteran in the officialdom, and he is a person who pays attention to guarding his heart and cultivating his spirit, and he is afraid that he will be embarrassed to say this.

"Presumptuous!" The middle-aged elegant man's expression suddenly sank, and in his angry voice, he slapped the square table hard.

In the thud, there was silence on the table, the silver utensils did not move, and his slender and white palms had sunk into the pear wood table a few inches, and the palms were off the table, and the palm prints were like carvings.

He was angry in his heart, but he couldn't tell the identity of the envoy, so he could only secretly sigh that his master was young and frivolous, and he didn't have enough success.

The sword warrior and scimitar warrior beside him were not angry, but just looked at Xiao Yuesheng indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead person.

The short man by the window had a flat face at this time, the red in his eyes faded, he didn't pay attention to the two people at his feet, and slowly walked back, his legs were circled, and every time he stepped on the floor, he trembled slightly, as if a giant elephant had stepped on, and the people around him were shocked.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't look at the person who walked towards him, he just smiled and looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes, seeing that his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and his iron blue complexion showed that this young man was also a person of strong blood, but he didn't speak again, and he didn't shout to kill, but it made Xiao Yuesheng look high, and he couldn't let the tiger go back to the mountain.

"Hehe, I have practiced a few tricks to deal with you and other barbarians, but it is enough, which one comes up to compare?!"

Xiao Yuesheng was wrapped in a snow-white robe, as if the clothes were ventilated, very casual and lazy, but his mouth was aggressive, chasing and beating fiercely.

"Childe, let Doha tear him apart!" An angry roar came from the mouth of the stout man, echoing in the restaurant, muffling the sound of silk and bamboo on the second floor.

When he took these few steps, his eyes were full of blood red, as if he had met an enemy of life and death, and the people around him were busy avoiding his eyes, and when he looked at it, he felt cold.

The young man in fancy clothes flashed his eyes, and just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man beside him suddenly rushed forward, "Childe, just let Daochang Li teach him a lesson, this is a restaurant, it shouldn't be too bloody!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at him, and saw that his eyes were eager and solemn, he couldn't help but nodded, turned his head to Duoha, who was full of hideous faces and stared at the middle-aged man beside him, beckoned, and said, "Duoha, you sit down here, and see how Daochang Li teaches him!"

“...... Yes!" Duoha, who was only a few steps away from Xiao Yuesheng, hugged his fist hard, and when he let go, he shook his short sleeves, panting heavily, and his blood-red eyes stared at the Han people who were messing with ideas, and he couldn't kill him quickly.

He knew in his heart that Li Daochang's martial arts were a little stronger than his own, and that stinky man couldn't trust himself!

Looking at a few steps away, the hateful appearance of the Nanren laughing and groaning, the sound of a horn came from his arms and fingers, and his muscles were tense, and he couldn't wait to smash that smiling face with a punch.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him, his eyes were condensed, the golden light was fleeting, but it made Duo Ha's heart sink, he was on the battlefield, he was born and died countless times, he was able to survive, he had an intuition about danger, just at that moment, his hairs stood on end, but he felt the danger.

He was thick and fine, no longer rubbing, and turned in the direction of his seat.

"Slow!" Xiao Yuesheng said lazily, stretched out his finger, and pointed at Duoha indifferently, ignoring the fierce light in the other party's small eyes, and said in a casual voice: "Since it is a gesture, we will have a good time at a time, you can go together, so as not to finish one after another, it will be very troublesome, and there is not so much effort to accompany you!"

Although he has a gentle smile and a wild eye, even those around him who are not skilled in martial arts are also looking sideways.

Looking at this short man walking all the way, with a series of footprints about five inches deep on the floor, you know that this guy is not easy to deal with, and he is wearing a robe, and he is delicate and expensive, I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the other party's punch.

Even the swarthy young man who was holding a few silver needles also looked at it with strange eyes, and now he has found that these people are indeed difficult to deal with, and he thinks that he is invincible, but it is just difficult to ride a tiger.

"Okay! happy! haha......" A rough and loud shout came from the building, and then in the sound of tuk, a few people turned down at the railing, all wearing long swords and short knives at their waists, and their steps were light and swift.

When the first person wears a short knife at his waist, he is quite short, and the difference between him and that Duoha is like, but his steps are light and swift, which is quite inconsistent with his strong body, with a beard on his face, when he goes downstairs, he laughs long, and has a bit of the momentum of martial arts heroes across the world.

When Xiao Yuesheng turned his head to look at himself, he clenched his fists and smiled: "In Xia Xu Duzhou, Brother Tai is so bold, Xu admires someone!"

"Heh, in Xia Wang Zixu, he is not a person in the martial arts, just a barren mountain savage who cultivates the Tao. Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, gentle and a little reserved.

If his disciple Sun Ziming is here, I am afraid that he will be facing the sky and thunder, Xiao Yuesheng can see through his identity at a glance, and it is actually a giant Kou Xu Duzhou who is rampant in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

"It turned out to be Wang Daochang, disrespectful!" Xu Duzhou's face was a little strange, and his heart turned slightly, this person's clothes are really incomprehensible, but he looks like a rich and noble person, but his temperament has a bit of ease.

Xiao Yuesheng bowed slightly, and his eyes turned to Doha, who was about to sit down, but this greeting made him slip back.

He smiled faintly, his feet did not move, his body turned slightly, and he faced Li Daochang, who was standing and walking over, and slowly pulled out the peachwood sword from his sleeve with his right hand, which seemed to be the appearance of a Qingfeng long sword, and his index finger lightly wiped the smooth sword body, and placed it horizontally in front of him: "Make a move!"

Compared with Xiao Yuesheng, the royal Dao Chief, Li Dao Chang has more of the bearing of a cultivator, his tall figure is thin, and the cyan Dao robe is worn on his body, which is slightly fat, and he is fluttering out of the dust.

He didn't speak, the long sword was suddenly pulled out from his waist, the sword was bright, his face was solemn, his left hand pinched the sword trick, and his right hand made a starting gesture.

There was some buzzing in the hall, but they were suddenly dumbfounded, and they all stared with bated breath, lest they miss the wonderful scene.

Xiao Yuesheng never took off his robe, holding a wooden sword horizontally, looking nondescript, and lazy, with no intention of making a move, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he seemed to be smiling.

The Taoist priest opposite him became more and more heavy, and the sword style of his hand did not move, the long sword seemed to be fixed in mid-air, unable to move, and his face as warm as a crown of jade became more and more red, as if he was holding his breath.

"Daochang Liu......" The middle-aged man who looked like a strategist greeted with some hesitation.

This sound seemed to wake up the Taoist priest, and the long sword that was standing still was like a thunderbolt splitting, stabbing straight at the other party, the howling sound was faint, and the people around him felt uncomfortable and harsh.

"Fight for the tiger!" Xiao Yuesheng's wooden sword moved lightly, as if it was just his wrist lightly, the horizontal sword became straight stab, the movement was peaceful, people could see clearly, his wooden sword seemed to be waiting there, allowing the opponent's long sword to stab parallel to the wooden sword, straight to his wrist.

The wooden sword moved slightly, he rotated his wrist, with the sword body to the sword body, gently rotated, and twisted the long sword out, the people around him, only felt that this sword was calm, but it was coherent and smooth, and it looked like entering the house from the outside, drinking a glass of warm water, which was very comfortable.

The Taoist priest looked up at the roof of the building that adorned the caisson, his eyes were a little dazed, the long sword was caught in it, the sword spike fluttered, but his hand was already empty.

For the sake of his father-in-law's face, Xiao Yuesheng did not kill the killer.

"Let's go together!" Xiao Yuesheng seemed to order a table of dishes, and retracted the wooden sword into the sleeve of his robe, turning it into a sleeve sword, and his hands were also empty, signaling to fight the enemy empty-handed.

I don't know what the Taoist swordsmanship is, but I saw that he was used with a wooden sword, and he turned around and knocked the sword down, but he felt that his swordsmanship was too bad, and it was just a false appearance.

For Mongolia, Xiao Yuesheng originally didn't have such a bad feeling, but he just felt that he was willing to invade and had high combat power, but that was in modern society, when he looked at the history books, he didn't feel it.

The war of cold weapons, human life is like ants, slaughtering cities at every turn, thousands of miles of red land, it is not a false thing, the world has become numb, but Xiao Yuesheng can't do it so indifferent to life.

When he came to this era, he knew how brutal the Mongols in this period were, even more than the later generations, they never regarded people outside Mongolia as their own kind, and in their ignorant thoughts, they just wanted to treat the whole world as their own pasture, and it was best to kill all the people in the world, and only keep the Mongols to graze as much as they wanted.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't go to the north to kill high-ranking Mongolian officials, it was already his lazy move, and now when he encounters automatic delivery, he will not let it go, and deliberately saying that his envoy is infiltrating is also a full-body move.

Since Tuo Lei and Kublai Khan were assassinated by Xiao Yuesheng, Ali Buge's prestige was insufficient, and it was difficult to subdue the tribes.

"Up, slaughter!" The young man in Chinese clothes looked at the lazy man opposite, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he wanted to split it in half with a knife and send it to feed the dog, so he stood up, flicked his sleeves, and coldly ordered.

Between the figures flying, the three of them are like flying falcons, rushing to Xiao Yuesheng who is standing with his hands in his hands, the scimitar is like a string moon, slashing through an arc of electric light, straight to his throat, the middle-aged strategist is also a master, his palms seem to swell in the blink of an eye, and he hit Xiao Yuesheng's left side like a mountain and a sea, and that Duoha pounced with both hands, gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to wrestle with Xiao Yuesheng.

The three of them are like tigers, fast and fierce, like thunder, as if they want to tear the person in front of them apart.

Xiao Yuesheng chuckled, very disdainful, although he felt troublesome in his heart, but in order to conform to the identity of the prince, he forcibly pressed the urge to sweep them out with a sleeve.

The two hands stretched out from the sleeves of the fur, facing the middle-aged strategist who came first, just like his swordsmanship, calmly met the opponent's swollen red right palm, and when the two palms were staggered, the wrist twisted, hooked the opponent's wrist, and led it upward.

only heard the sound of "dang", like the sound of gold and iron, but it was the red palm that it drew out hit the cold and shining scimitar.

Then with a "bang", a figure flew out like a ball, shooting straight at the open window, smashing half of the window, disappearing without a trace, and the screams outside the building were faintly heard.

Everything happened too quickly, and when everyone reacted, they realized that the short man with looped legs had disappeared.

Everyone could see the movements of Xiao Yuesheng's hands clearly, calmly and soothingly, like stroking the qin and playing the flute, but they couldn't see him come out of his feet, and the feet covered under the robe seemed to have never moved.

The two people who attacked in the field were not affected by it, but the offensive was more aggressive, but the opponent's moves were weird, and they always used their strength to fight, but the two of them were afraid.

"Fight the stars!" the middle-aged strategist's palm, which was already as red as blood, involuntarily snorted when it was led towards his companion again.

"Hehe, I have some insight! Your tantric mudra is too bad!" Xiao Yuesheng pulled the palm of his hand, causing the other party's palm to hit the scimitar, and then the robe moved slightly, and the person with deep eyebrows and yellow hair on his arms flew out of the window silently.

At this point, the middle-aged strategist realized that the most powerful thing on the other party was the leg technique, and the two hands were just for blinding.

"You go too!" A cold voice floated out of Xiao Yuesheng's mouth, and with a slight movement under his robe, another figure flew out and disappeared from the same window.

All this happened too quickly, and in silence, the three masters were no longer there, they only used a few moves, and the young man in Chinese clothes who sat firmly was now alone.

The Taoist priest who had been standing there woke up like a dream, jumped flutteringly, took off the sword from the roof, and protected it beside the young man, but everyone knew that it was just a futile move.

"Are you jumping down by yourself, or are the mountain people giving you a ride?!" Xiao Yuesheng clapped his hands, withdrew his hand back into the sleeve of his robe, and looked at the young man opposite lazily, with a bit of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hmph!" the young man in Chinese clothes smiled coldly, the fierceness in his bones made his face change, and the cold light in his slightly squinted eyes sparkled, like the light of a sword blade in the sun.

He got up steadily, still with three points of arrogance, swept past the quiet crowd around him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a somewhat contemptuous smile, and finally fell on Xiao Yuesheng, and snorted softly: "The prince is empty...... Okay, it's a character!"

After that, he threw the silver cup in his hand to the table and slowly walked out, his face was fearless and calm.

The more this was the case, the more murderous Xiao Yuesheng became, and when he walked to his side, although the Taoist priest tried his best to calm down, the hand holding the sword was already pale, and the color of vigilance covered his face and eyes.

"Go!" Xiao Yuesheng kicked out, and the figure flew out of the window.

There was only a Taoist priest in front of the sword in the field.

"Spare your life!" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him lightly, turned around and jumped to the window, turned around and smiled at the swarthy young man with his mouth open and a dull face, the white shadow flashed, and the person had disappeared.

Back in the Xuan Pavilion, Xiao Yuesheng, who had recovered his original appearance, quietly listened to the discussion downstairs, feeling quite happy in his heart, without any discomfort after killing.

The people who were kicked out of the window and fell to the ground did not fall to death directly, and broke their feet, but it was inevitable, but they had been planted by Xiao Yuesheng with a ban similar to life and death charms, and they had a seizure a month later, and died of pain.

Although this hand is a little vicious, Xiao Yuesheng has no scruples, and he has more vicious tricks that are useless.

The last time he destroyed the people from the 36 caves and 72 islands in Wangjiazhuang, after Xiao Yuesheng killed them, he secretly regretted in his heart, let them die too happily, they shouldn't let them die, they can't die if they want to die!

The atmosphere downstairs became more enthusiastic, and the people who were lying in the window to watch wave after wave, all of them spoke freely, and they were elated, and Xu Duzhou was even more arrogant, and he wanted to buy ten catties of drunk Nanhu Lake and drink with everyone to celebrate.

The name of the prince will come out of their mouths after tonight.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, this is unintentional, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, it's just that the prince is alone, but there is nothing to be afraid of.

A stack of silver bowls appeared in his hand, placed them on the table, poured the hot and fragrant delicacies on the table into the silver bowls one by one, and then sent them into his mustard seed space.

Because you can go to the place you want to go at will, there are very few meals from other restaurants, and they are all dishes and snacks made by Xiaofeng himself, for their own use, and other people to eat, naturally a little reluctant, so I buy some dishes from the big restaurant, although it is extremely delicious, but I am used to Xiaofeng's craftsmanship, and I always feel that there is a little less emotion in it.

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