Scarface finished speaking, and let out a sigh, and the audience gradually dispersed, and the remaining few were standing or sitting, all of them still standing in place, looking sad and indignant.

At this time, two fierce and vicious people came in, one with a knife in his hand, the other with an axe in his hand, and two weapons "banged" on the table where the storyteller was smashed, and the surrounding listeners hurriedly got up and left. Scarface, the storyteller, got up a little slowly, and was grabbed by the big man with an axe and thrown back, stumbling and almost falling. Scarface steadied himself and walked slowly out the door, squatting down in an empty spot on the side of the street, rubbing his sore arm.

After a while, he only heard another "bang" in the inn, and the big man with the axe slapped the case and said: "I am determined to get the lotus mirror, don't rob it with me this time!"

The big man's face sank: "Are you saying that your martial arts are higher than mine?"

Guan Dao raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter!"

I saw the big man sneered, grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, and the table suddenly rose from the ground, and the big man immediately understood, caught the flying edge of the table with his right hand, and pressed it to the ground, the table sank slightly, and then stabilized in mid-air, and it was bent into an arc.

The shopkeeper Xiao Er and the others in the store were dumbfounded, completely forgetting the work in their hands, and some of those people dressed up in the rivers and lakes only glanced at it slightly and didn't care. Sitting in the southwest corner was an old man with a beard and his chubby white son.

I only heard the son ask: "Dad, what kind of treasure is that 'lotus mirror'?" The old man smiled and said: "Things have to start from last month, it is said that Master Xuanguang, the monk of Southern Shaolin, finally achieved positive results, just a moment before he sat down, he suddenly said that there was a 'lotus mirror' hidden behind the plaque in the main hall, and it must be handed over to the emperor." When Gaozong heard about this, he ordered Shenjian Villa to escort the 'Lotus Mirror' back to Beijing, from Putian South Shaolin to Lin'an in the north, this Chong'an County is a must-pass place, it is reported that Shenjian Villa will rest here in the near future, and people from the rivers and lakes flocked to see the true appearance of this treasure. “

As the old man was talking, the two big men with the knife and the axe began to snatch the wine bottle on the table, and one of them threw the wine bottle on the next table. There were three people sitting at the next table, wearing red, blue and yellow turbans, looking exactly the same, looking at the broken wine bottles on the table, making eye contact with each other, and almost at the same time, the three of them each picked up a few broken bottles and threw them at the red pillar on the side. I only heard a few "sudden" sounds, and the broken bottle was embedded in the pillar, and the pieces thrown by the three of them actually gathered together and put out the word "quiet". There were a few exclamations in the inn, and the two big men who were also surprised, and then "hummed", dropped the wine money and left.

On the other hand, on the table in the south, a strong man with a mallet was full of ridicule, as if he was saying: "Flower fist embroidered legs!"

After listening to the old man's explanation, the fat son had a bunch of question marks on his head, and it took a while for him to suddenly realize: "Wow! That's a good thing! It can't be some martial arts secret, right?"

The old man frowned deeply: "I don't know." It is said that the Phantom Dragon Hall has also been dispatched, and they have always been scheming, especially the 'bloodthirsty' and 'phantom' clans, and they are known for their ruthlessness. However, Xiang Chengtian, the owner of the Divine Sword Villa, is known as the first sword in the world, and he is not easy to mess with. The Grand Canyon near here is where the rudder of the Phantom Dragon Hall is located, and it seems that it is destined to be not peaceful......"

"Xiao Er, why can't you serve the wine and food!" The strong man with a mallet who thought of himself was impatient, and roared angrily, causing ripples in the glasses of wine on all tables. Xiao Er was probably still intoxicated by the picture of the drinkers showing off their skills, and at this time he was standing in the middle of the stairs with a tray, neither up nor down. The strong man with the mallet saw that Xiao Er should not be, and he was even more angry, so he picked up the mallet and went to Xiao Er, depending on the situation, Xiao Er was going to suffer. The three turban men in the west who just threw the word "Jing", among them the one wearing red was peeling peanuts in his hand at this time, he suddenly smiled evilly, and with a flick of his middle finger, a peanut flew out, hitting the ankle of the strong man with a mallet with great precision. I saw that the strong man walked to the middle of the stairs, and was just about to teach Xiao Er a lesson, when suddenly his ankle hurt, he stumbled, and fell down. Xiao Er on the side of the end plate was pushed by him, and the tray in his hand fell in the air, and he almost fell down.

There was a young knight sitting below the place where the tray fell, and when he saw that the tray was about to hit the top of his head, he saw the young knight's palm slanted up, and the tray suddenly changed direction and flew towards the center of the inn. The strong man at the central table walked away because of the mallet, and it was empty at this time, and a middle-aged couple sat at the next table, about to be hit head-on by the tray, and the guests around were all looking at the lively expressions. Unexpectedly, before the snicker could appear on his face, he saw two iron galls fly out of the middle-aged couple, collide with the flying tray and fly back in the air. The tray received this blow, and its speed suddenly increased, and its direction changed again, and it flew towards the door of the inn.

Among the guests, there was no shortage of people of insight, who knew that the two iron galls that had just hit the tray were the unique weapons of the "Iron Courage Divine Fist" Lei Zhentian, and the middle-aged couple sitting at the table as steady as Mount Tai were undoubtedly Lei Zhentian and his wife.

Outside the inn, a white horse passed by the door, and its front hooves were about to hit the ground.

At the same time, the tray that flew out of the inn was about to hit the horse's head. Between the lightning and flint, a cold light flashed through the air, only to hear a "swish", and the tray immediately cracked into several pieces and fell to the ground. The man on the horse held a giant sword in his left hand, and at this time, the blade was unsheathed for a few inches, and then slowly fell, and the bright afterimage came into view, and it was not gone for a long time.

A member of the entourage next to him had already drawn his weapons at this time, and one of the weak-crowned young men was full of shock, staring directly at the inn in a daze. Only the man who drew his sword and broke the plate, still facing forward, did not turn his head, and then made a gesture to signal everyone not to panic, and the entourage breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew their weapons.

Everyone in the store exhaled a cold breath: This group of people is the people of Shenjian Villa.

The weak-crowned young man is the owner of the young village, Xiang *Ying. Looking at his frightened appearance, there is actually no need to be too harsh. Xiang *ying grew up in the village since he was a child, carefree, and has never practiced martial arts. This trip with Zhuang is to follow his father's order and accumulate knowledge from the line. Looking at its appearance, the face is like a peach apricot, the posture is elegant, a light green Luo clothes, and the dark fragrance is faint. Exactly: "The light sky is fat-faced and glassy, who pities the lonely thin snow and frost." ”

On the other hand, the person who drew the sword and broke the plate at the head was dressed in white and spotless. Black hair, not messy at all.

Under the crotch of the royal white dragon horse, Feng Shen is handsome like the master, pacing calmly step by step.

What a meticulous horse! What a meticulous man!

The hustle and bustle of the city, under his solemn gaze, seemed to have returned to calm.

The rivers and lakes in his heart should be calm.

Just like the sword in his hand, the name of the sword is "Stop Water", "Stop Water and One Sword Flat the World"

He is Xiang Chengtian, known as the first sword in the world, and the owner of Shenjian Villa.

In fact, as soon as he entered the city, he felt that this prosperous county town was actually hiding a murderous motive under the stability and peace. Walking all the way from the city gate, I saw several people wandering on the street, their eyes pretending to be lazy, but their breath was long, which showed that their internal strength was profound; the old man selling sugar gourds not far away, although he was old, but his pupils were sharp under the whites of his cloudy eyes, not like an ordinary person, but more like a master of the house; the strong man selling meat on the street, although he was also full of meat, The intestines are fat and fat, but his posture of cutting meat with a knife is not like an ordinary butcher, but more like holding a weapon and selling meat at the same time, he does not forget to observe the passing passers-by by shouting.

Chong'an is surrounded by mountains and rivers on all sides, and the climate is cool. Although in early summer, the Zhuang people came from the mountain road, and the mountain wind blew all the way, but it was not so hot. It wasn't until I entered the city that I felt a scorching heat wave hitting in the sky, thinking that it was noon and the sun was in the sky. But Xiang Chengtian knew that this heat wave was not caused by the scorching sun, but emanated from the second floor of the Chong'an Inn.

Xiang Chengtian was in front of the inn at the moment, and glanced at the elegant seat on the second floor, where there was a woman of different races dressed in a pure white mink fur, noble and cold, and there was a person wearing a hood standing respectfully opposite him. Bursts of coercion seeped from the head of the man, which had to make Xiang Chengtian vigilant: what kind of person was she, who could carry such a master with her.

Retracting that ray of light, Xiang Chengtian rode his horse and continued to move forward, but he only took two steps before he heard:

"Lotus--son, fragrant lotus--son-" The cry came from a man setting up a stall in front of the inn. He was dressed in short brown, unkempt, with a big grin on his triangular face, and if it weren't for the vulgarity of his gestures, I really wondered if he was wearing a mask.

As soon as the word "lotus" came out, several cold rays of light shot out at the same time.

The cloudiness in the eyes of the old man who sold sugar gourds suddenly became clear, and he only glanced at it, and then returned to his indifferent state and continued to sell his sugar gourds.

The butcher's boning knife was on the side of the case, and after a flash of knife light, what was reflected was a sharp gaze!

Inside the inn! on the corner! in the crowd!

The two figures who leaned out to peek back into the alley!

The group of Excalibur Villa suddenly stopped and glanced back. Xiang Chengtian was about to turn his head, suppressed the curiosity in his heart and continued to move forward calmly. But the next scene shocked him so much that he changed color!