After Chu Feng finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, he frowned and looked at the sky.

The rain in Xinyang, always when you are not paying attention, starts to fall again.

When Chu Feng came to the lobby of the inn, he saw Qiao Feng drinking.

"Count me in. Chu Feng walked over and laid the dust on the table.

As soon as Qiao Feng raised his head, a bowl of wine disappeared, and he didn't speak, looking at Chu Feng with a smile.

Chu Feng's face was slightly red, and he said, "My internal injuries have healed." He knew that Qiao Feng was talking about how he vomited blood that night. "Really?" Qiao Feng asked with a smile.

"If you can't believe me, can't you still believe Master Xuanbei?" Chu Feng was a little embarrassed when he said "Xuanbei". Wine is a great precept of Buddhism, and this master only cured his internal injuries, and he began to drink, which is a little strange.

Chu Feng looked at the bartender who was watching him from the side, and said very seriously, "Take a big bowl and come over." "Okay. The bartender agreed very simply, but turned around and said, "You won't vomit blood again, will you?"

Chu Feng naturally didn't want to explain to the bartender that "vomiting blood or something, in fact, it was the imbalance of qi and blood caused by the restlessness inside", and after he brought the wine bowl, he was ready to ignore him.

"Is the internal injury really healed?" Qiao Feng still asked uneasily.

"Alright, alright, alright. Chu Feng held the bowl in his left hand and stretched out his right hand towards the wine jar.

Qiao Feng's right palm touched the tabletop, and Chu Feng watched the wine altar jump up in front of him, thinking for a moment, knowing that Qiao Feng wanted to try his kung fu. Chu Feng's five fingers in his right hand remained unchanged and grabbed towards the wine jar in the air.

Qiao Feng's five fingers on his right hand formed a hook, one by one, and a stream of air was agitated, and Chu Feng had touched the wine jar on the side, and flew towards his right hand.

"Dragon snatcher, aren't you so serious?" Chu Feng looked at the wine jar that had fallen into Qiao Feng's hands, and asked a little uncalmly.

"Two tricks to help the drink. Qiao Feng laughed and placed the wine jar in the middle of the table.

"Okay!" Chu Feng responded. The table was not big, and Chu Feng stretched out his arm and could touch the edge on the opposite side of the table. Of course, if Qiao Feng stretched out his arm, he could punch Chu Feng across the table.

Chu Feng's kung fu was ordinary, but now he didn't talk about tricks, he just grabbed at the top of the wine jar. Qiao Feng didn't care what his moves were, his right hand stopped in front of the wine jar, blocking or dialing, and he stopped Chu Feng with both hands.

Chu Feng said so far that he really knew the grievances in the heart of Duan Yanqing in the first battle of Qiaotou. Qiao Feng has learned martial arts, and the hand that stopped in front of the wine altar seemed to only defend and not attack. But as long as he moved his five fingers, Chu Feng felt that there were flaws everywhere on half of his arm. Just like just now, Chu Feng's left hand grabbed Qiao Feng's right forearm, and his right hand grabbed the wine jar in the air. But Qiao Feng, dealing with Chu Feng's left hand, just stretched out an index finger and pointed it towards his palm. Although it was not solid, the strong wind was everywhere Chu Feng only felt that if this finger was pointed, his entire left palm would be wasted, and he subconsciously retracted his left hand. As for Chu Feng's right hand, it was even simpler, Qiao Feng pointed at him like a knife, and cut it towards Chu Feng's right wrist to force Chu Feng back.

After more than ten moves in a row, Chu Feng didn't even touch the wine jar, stopped his palms, and said a little depressedly: "Gang Master Qiao, I'm going to use a sword." Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Chu Feng stood up, took the dust in his hand, the blade of the sword was unsheathed, and the sword posture in his hand was the "Wanhui Competition" of the Northern Sect.

Although the bartender didn't know martial arts, he saw Chu Feng's face solemn, and the sound of the long sword in his hand was loud, and he didn't know where to hide away.

Qiao Feng's face was straight, and he made a mistake in the secret way, which was originally just a joke. Seeing Chu Feng making an angry move, he thought that this matter made it seem as if he looked down on this kid and didn't want to drink with him.

One move stabbed directly, no other tricks, and went straight to Qiao Feng's eyebrows.

Qiao Feng sat still, his right hand pinched the two fingers of the sword, and his left hand went straight to Chu Feng's forearm. Qiao Feng had the heart to appease Chu Feng, but he also knew that even if he was defeated, this kid would not believe it if he was shrewd, so it was better to let him force his hands out to deal with it. Qiao Feng naturally grabbed the Cleansing Sword Blade with his right hand, and successfully held Chu Feng's forearm with his left hand, but he was slightly surprised, the sword blade was obviously beeping, and when he held it, there was no strength above the sword blade.

At this moment, a soft sound of "poof" came, and Qiao Feng looked down to see that a small hole had been broken in the wine jar. The liquor flowed out of the small hole and landed in the Chu Feng wine bowl. "The wine is about to be spilled......" Chu Feng looked proud, how could he be half dignified.

"Brave and resourceful, so courageous. Qiao Feng let go of the dust, let go of Chu Feng's right arm, and picked up the wine jar that had been broken by a small hole in the scabbard of Chu Feng's left hand, and poured himself a bowl of wine. The move that Chu Feng attacked him just now was a false move, and Chu Feng's target had never left the wine altar. However, being able to deceive Qiao Feng took advantage of Qiao Feng's subtle embarrassment. In addition, the last half of the strength on the dust cleaner was not there, and it was actually temporarily withdrawn by Chu Feng. Chu Feng is not painful or hurt, even if it is intentional, it is enough to show that Chu Feng's internal force is harmonious, and he can release and receive, and there is no major problem.

Two bowls are touched and drunk in one gulp.

Chu Feng had a spicy heart in his chest, and asked a very boring question very seriously: "Gang Master Qiao, do you drink every morning?"

Qiao Feng saw that he was drinking refreshmently, so he poured him another bowl and said, "Come again." ”

Chu Feng continued to drink very refreshingly.

Qiao Feng drank faster.

The bartender watched the speed of the two drinking a little helplessly, and began to move the wine jar back and forth.

"Mrs. Sister-in-law has a good impression of you. ”

Qiao Feng's words made the liquor in Chu Feng's mouth almost rush out of his nostrils. Chu Feng covered up his weakness with a loud cough, although I sometimes sneak a few glances at beautiful women, eh, that is, your sister-in-law, but what do you Qiao Feng mean by saying such things so openly?

Qiao Feng's next sentence immediately let Chu Feng know what it meant to "think too much".

"Hurry up Ming'er, let Mrs. Sister-in-law tell you a daughter-in-law. "It's just such a homely word, from the mouth of this beggar gang leader, but he doesn't feel strange at all, Chu Feng is actually a little moved.

Chu Feng wiped the wine stains between his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and said a little embarrassedly: "How embarrassing is this." ”

"Young people don't be thin-skinned, it's the right thing to start a family early. Qiao Feng patted Chu Feng's shoulder very happily, even if he didn't use the legendary "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending", he also patted Chu Feng's body crookedly.

"Oh, thank you, Sister-in-law, for helping. Speaking of "starting a family and starting a business", Chu Feng looked at the beard on Qiao Feng's face very inauthenticly, and said in his belly: It's okay to start a business, but you are a beggar gang leader who is almost thirty years old and still single, what qualifications do you have to say about me?

Then, Chu Feng remembered the little girl named Ah Zhu.

A rush of horses' hooves came like thunder, and before Wu Changfeng could stop the horses, he turned over and landed steadily in the inn.

Wu Changfeng entered the lobby of the inn, but instead slowed down and walked towards Chu Feng's table.

Chu Feng looked at Wu Changfeng with a tired face in surprise, and was surprised to see him ignore the wine jars on the table, and even more surprised to hear him say:

"Master Xuanbei is dead!"