The black and white wolves were not only notorious, but also extremely arrogant, and while they were drunk, they asked who could take their heads, and he also took out a silver ticket of nine thousand taels first.

This is like the ** on the street of the world, pointing to his face and sneering when he was provoking: "Aren't you going to hit someone? Come on, hit here, if you don't beat you, you won't be a man." ”

When no one stood up against them, the black and white wolves became even more arrogant, and the people around them became more and more flattering, eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls, so as not to be presumptuous.

Duan Yu was quietly eating cooked beef and drinking Huadiao wine in the corner, and he didn't choose to make a move. Because he had already set up a principle in his heart that unless these two people committed murder in front of each other in the inn, they would not meddle in their affairs.

"Hey, there are fewer and fewer heroes on the rivers and lakes, and it seems that we have no choice but to let our brothers continue to get away with it. Black wolf Sima Qing laughed.

Just as they were frantically drinking spirits and rejoicing, an indifferent and green voice said, "Is what you said true?"

"Hey, Second Master, I always count when I speak, you kid is interesting, which sentence is true?" Sima Qing stared at the young man in front of him who suddenly stood up to speak, that is, the young man in ragged clothes with a rusty iron sword pinned to his waist.

"That's the sentence, take your head, and you will get the nine thousand taels of silver tickets on the table. The boy said calmly.

Moreover, his gaze met that of the vicious Sima Qing, and he did not dodge at all, he was particularly calm.

"Everyone has heard it, this kid is simply crazy, he must have heard that the heroic stories told by Mr. Storyteller are too enchanting, and now he wants to take the head of my black wolf Sima Qing, it's really funny. He laughed in disbelief, mocking even harder.

Everyone else also counted down the young man, and someone asked, "Why can this kid kill the second master of the black wolf?" ”

"In my opinion, he is likely to bite with his teeth. A short, obscene old man with gray hair laughed.

"But if you look closely, isn't there a sword pinned to the young man's waist? even if it is rusty, it is still a sword that sharpens mud like iron, why should he bite it with his teeth, I think it is better to use a sword, anyway, the result is not the same?"

......

The people in the inn were talking, and some people were shouting and screaming, and there was a lot of noise.

Duan Yu stared at this young man, smiled lightly and continued to taste the flower carving, in fact, he was full of confidence in this young man, because his courage was admirable.

Taking a step back, if the young man really only had courage and didn't have enough strength, Duan Yu would have to save him. Now that he has a plan in his heart, Duan Yu seems to be calm and light-hearted, and he doesn't care at all.

Blue Moon Sword Ji Sun Feiyue's eyesight is also extraordinary, she saw that the young man was an extraordinary person, and whispered to Gu Mozhi: "Master, this young man is very good at practicing martial arts, don't you old man think about it?"

"Hey, what is it to accept so many apprentices, the four disciples who were accepted before died three in the battle of Tianlong Temple, and you are the only one left. I'm too lazy to take in any more apprentices!" sighed Kumachi.

The apprentices he accepted were not highly qualified, and they were all art investors, but the result was still useless.

The white wolf Sima Yang smiled: "The one on this kid's waist is not a sword at all, it's just a rotten piece of iron that children play with, don't you see that the handle is not tied by two bamboo boards?"

Since he said such a big word, then teach him a lesson, let him understand that walking in the rivers and lakes, without ability, can not do whatever he wants. The black wolf Sima Qing staggered forward a few steps and said, "Let you, a country boy, see what a really sharp swordsmanship is!"

With a clear sword groan, white light flashed, and the black wolf Sima Qing suddenly pulled out a soft sword in his hand, trembling and shaking lightly, like a spirit snake.

Then he looked at the few candles next to him and danced the sword quickly, the swirling sword light flickered and dimmed, and the candle had been cut into more than a dozen pieces, all of which stopped evenly and neatly on the blade of the soft sword, and under the infusion of its internal force, the soft sword became straight, and did not make even a single candle fall. Moreover, those candle heads are still burning spontaneously, and with this sword technique alone, they have already played very well fast, ruthless, and accurate.

"Young man, what do you think of the black wolf's second master's swordsmanship, do you have a feeling of amazement?" the black wolf Sima Qing smiled proudly.

"I can only kill people, not candles. The boy didn't comment on his swordsmanship, but just said something very boring.

But this is undoubtedly another fierce provocation to the black wolf Sima Qing, which made him unbearable, he shook off the many candles on the soft sword, his face was gloomy, and he said sharply: "You kid is toasting and not eating and drinking, just now I was just going to beat you up, and now you still don't admit your mistake, then I have to kill you with a sword." ”

The young man said indifferently: "I can let you strike first." ”

The black wolf Sima Qing was furious, and stabbed it away with his sword, turning into a snow-white streamer.

"Poof~" A clear voice suddenly remembered that it was so shocking in this already quiet inn, everyone looked fixedly, the swirling sword light had disappeared, and what shocked people was that the throat of the black wolf Sima Qing had been pierced by a rusty iron sword.

No one could see how the boy struck, and no one could describe the speed of the sword!

Duan Yu didn't look carefully with his eyes just now, but looked at it with his heart, such a fast and extremely fast sword is not just as simple as the speed of the shot, he didn't expect that this young man had a very deep internal cultivation at a young age.

It can really be said that there are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

There are no complicated changes in this young man's swordsmanship, and there is no common situation of parrying counterattacks, and some are just simple and direct direct stabs.

"You...... How is it possible?" the black wolf Sima Qing said with difficulty, his throat gurgling, and his eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

In the next moment, the rusty iron sword was suddenly withdrawn by the young man, and a bloody arrow burst out of the throat of the black wolf Sima Qing, and then he fell weakly.

The people around him were deeply shocked, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the young man shook off the blood on the rusty sword, and then walked to the table step by step, and put the thousand taels of silver tickets into the tattered clothes.

When he turned around, the white wolf Sima Yang held two Wu hooks, blocked the way, and scolded: "Kill people to pay off debts and pay money, but your kid's life is too cheap, after all, you took advantage of it, leave your life!"

"You haven't paid the bounty you said before, I'm too lazy to kill you. The young man said indifferently, disdainful of this vicious Jiangyang thief at all.

"Fuck, you still want to reward silver, look at the hook!" the white wolf Sima Yang roared angrily and rushed towards him with two snow-bright Wu hooks.