In the face of Sima Yang's complicated and sharp two-handled Wu hook, the indifferent young man still did not disassemble the tricks, let alone dodge, just like trying to deal with the black wolf Sima Qing.

The internal force exuded by his body was not very strong, and it was estimated that he could barely reach Cheng Dù, who was in the early stage of the first-class martial artist of the day after tomorrow, and in the incomprehensible and horrified eyes of everyone, he drew his sword, which was the simple and rusty iron sword.

The sound of the sword blade breaking through the air is so terrible, like the howling of ghosts and ghosts, it makes people's scalps tingle to hear, but it is also extremely short, which makes people's hearts shocked.

The two bright and slender Wu hooks in the hands of the white wolf Sima Yang were still flying and dancing, looking quite gorgeous, but his eyes were wide open at the moment, as if they were about to fall out.

His heart had been pierced by the young man's rusty iron sword, he felt the tingling pain and coldness, and the Wu hook in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground with two thuds.

"Your swordsmanship...... Who did you learn it from?" the white wolf Sima Yang said extremely unwillingly, he couldn't imagine that his brothers had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years and had experienced a hundred battles, but he didn't expect it to be your sailboat in the gutter, and today it was planted in the hands of this kid.

"It doesn't matter who you learn from, the key depends on how you practice. Finally, if you don't take out the bounty for your head, then I won't force you. After the young man finished speaking very indifferently, he turned around, and with a seemingly easy and casual pull, the blood-draining rusty iron sword was pulled out, and then he shook off the blood on the blade, and then stuck the rusty iron sword into his belt in a moment.

From this point of view, the boy is not very powerful, and he can't even dance a decent sword flower.

But among the more than 100 people present, no one laughed at him again, and some of them even retreated to the extreme back in fear, they thought that this seemingly ragged and stupid young man was actually more fierce than the black and white wolf, the river and ocean thief, and he had to shoot ruthlessly.

Some people couldn't help but whisper, and the young man was expressionless at all, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

Duan Yu was still sitting in a corner by the window, quietly eating cooked beef, tasting the aged Huadiao wine one bite at a time, he knew in his heart that in fact, this young man was not ruthless, but grew up in a very extreme environment, his thinking should be very simple, and there was not much emotional fluctuation.

Perhaps in his opinion, since these two Jiangyang thieves gave their first level of silver, then this silver is also taken in a proper way, so why not do it?

Next, some people clapped their hands in admiration and cheers, in fact, they were still toasting the black and white wolves not long ago, and they also said a lot of sycophants, and now their faces are really fast.

This is a martial arts where the strong are respected, and only the living masters can give people a shock.

Suddenly, the white wolf Sima Yang opened his eyes, he aimed at the back of the young man's heart, and then took out a dark green poison dart out of nowhere, condensed the last remaining internal force, and planned to pull the young man's back to death, which can be regarded as avenging the two brothers, and his level of this dart is a little more powerful than his usual performance.

In fact, the young man had very little experience in facing the enemy, and he was not afraid of frontal combat, because his swordsmanship was very fast and unique, which caught the enemy by surprise and did not know how to parry.

But now, the young man clearly heard the sound of this life-seeking poison dart breaking through the air, but at such a short distance, in such a hasty moment, it was too late to dodge, he had always only had confidence in the sword in his hand, but he had not practiced much in the backhand sword.

"Could it be that I just entered the rivers and lakes and has not yet made a name for myself, so I am going to die like this? Hey, my luck is really bad!" the young man's heart flashed through this thought.

In the next moment, he heard a very crisp "jingle bell", and when he looked sideways, it was actually a wooden board that deflected the momentum of the life-seeking poison dart, and then smashed it on the wine jar next to him.

The jar immediately shattered, and the liquor gushing out of it seemed to boil over because of the poison dart.

Many people in the inn couldn't help but exclaim, they were all clear-eyed people, and it was obvious that the poison in the poison dart was very powerful, and the wine had such a strong reaction, if it attacked the person's body, then it would probably be the end of seeing blood and sealing the throat.

The young man was furious, and his heart was also very excited, no longer so indifferent, but angrily slashed the black wolf Sima Yang who was still dying. His anger was still unsubsidy, and he screamed like an angry little wolf while swinging his sword, the scene was terrible, and the expression of Sima Yang's corpse was particularly distorted.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, but it was Gu Mozhi, who casually waved the "Flame Knife", and the crimson sword slashed out, knocking the rusty iron sword in the young man's hand to the ground.

"Why did you stop me? You are so powerful, did you save me just now?" the young man couldn't help frowning.

"This person has already been killed by you, why do you continue to swing the sword? The little monk couldn't stand it, so he still took action to stop you, please forgive me. As for the person who saved you, it was actually not a monk, but the hatsman who was drinking and eating meat by the window. Kumachi looked very gentle, and said with his hands folded.

Giving people the feeling of being a high-ranking monk, the young man looked in the direction of Duan Yu, and suddenly saw that Duan Yu's table was missing a corner, and the wooden board that knocked the life-seeking poison dart open just now should be the corner of the table that Duan Yu had folded.

"Thank you. The young man nodded to Duan Yu to express his gratitude for saving his life, his tone was quite stiff, it seemed that he rarely communicated with people, his speech was not very clear, and he did not smile.

Duan Yu didn't blame him, and nodded his head to show that he understood what he meant.

Kumachi was about to return to his seat, but the young man shouted: "The great monk stays." ”

"Do you have any advice from the little benefactor?" said Kumachi, smiling back.

"You're challenging me just now, so let's fight?" the boy asked.

"You're not qualified enough, haha. Hatoma laughed and walked back to his seat.

The young man stood there in a daze, for a moment, feeling extremely dazed, he had never thought that the outside world would be so complicated, it was not simply faster than anyone's sword.

Duan Yu smiled lightly: "Little brother, last time I invited you to drink, you said that you didn't drink your wine, this time you just earned a lot of silver tickets, don't you want to invite me to drink?"

The young man felt that Duan Yu was very friendly, and he had saved his life just now, so he walked over and sat next to him, and said, "Of course you can, Xiao Er has two jars of the best wine." ”

Then the people ate and drank in their respective places, and the corpses of the black and white wolves were dragged out and thrown into the snow, and the wind and snow buried them.

The inn gradually became lively, as if nothing had happened.

ps: We're out of power here.,This chapter was written in an Internet café.,For the sake of me working so hard.,Brothers, let's get some recommendation votes!