The clothes on their bodies...... Ling Xuan glanced at the past and couldn't help frowning, he seemed to have seen such a dress somewhere, the three of them were all dressed in black and black robes, except for one head, almost all of them were wrapped under the thick black robes, although it was a harsh winter season at this time, the three of them were really dressed a little weirdly, as if they were wrapped tightly like an extra-large zongzi, and the only head exposed outside was so weird.

Moreover, the three of them faintly exuded an evil and bloody aura, which made people look extremely uncomfortable at a glance, and the entire inn seemed to be shrouded in that bloody aura, and they would feel uncomfortable all over their bodies when they breathed, and the guests had already dispersed.

In the huge inn, only the three strangely dressed men and the shopkeeper were still standing.

The shopkeeper stood in front of the three of them, with a strange expression, but he smiled again and again, and said: "Three guest officers, the shop is running a legitimate business, indeed...... There are no girls. ”

The three strangely dressed people, one of them was about forty years old, and his face had a kind of lewd ~ excessive pale color, one face was pale, but there was a pinch of mustache in the middle of the person, as if it was a stroke with thick ink. Hearing this, he immediately slapped the table, and the table made of solid wood was slapped by him, shattering piece by piece, his eyes were cold and evil, and he said angrily: "Bastard, how can there be no girl?"

He glanced out of the previously smashed window, pointed to the pedestrians on the street, and said angrily: "Isn't that a girl, you can call one to make the uncle happy, are you afraid that the uncle will not be able to produce the silver?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of anger rose in his eyes, obviously angered by his words, but after all, he knew that he couldn't afford to provoke the three people in front of him, so he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and fought with them.

Huo Shangwu's eyebrows furrowed, he walked up with a sneer, and shouted: "Where is the demon, Lang Lang Qiankun, dare to be presumptuous at the foot of my Tianshan Mountain!"

One of the three people turned his head when he heard the sound, after all, he also knew the Heavenly Sword Sect, and saw more than ten disciples of the Inner Sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect walking in, especially the person who was the leader had a calm face, and his eyes were even colder, and the breath of his whole body was immersed in the ice cave, he naturally knew that it was murderous!

After all, the Heavenly Sword Sect has a reputation, and his father had seriously explained to him before going down the mountain, and he must not provoke the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Looking at Huo Shangwu who came with cold eyes, the momentum of the three people immediately weakened by three points, the middle-aged man led by a burly figure and a strong physique, smiled slightly, and the four of them hugged a fist, and said in a muffled voice: "It turns out that it is a Taoist friend of the Heavenly Sword Sect, your uncle is so polite." ”

He originally had good intentions, he didn't want to provoke the Heavenly Sword Sect, he first showed softness in his language, and then sought room for relief, turning today's things into small things and small things, but he didn't seem to know how to speak, although his words were sullen, but the tone was also gentle and polite, just the casual words 'your uncle', but it completely angered Huo Shangwu, he was assigned to go down the mountain to purchase such drudgery, and his heart was already depressed, at this time, when he heard the words, his face changed suddenly, and he raised his hand and slapped it out, and shouted:" Wicked, so daring!"

Although this palm did not use mana, but Huo Shangwu has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, and in addition to cultivating immortals, he is also studying martial arts with his heart. But seeing that he slapped out a palm, the force was strong and powerful, and vaguely, it was like a boulder smashed in front of him, the face of the leader changed slightly, and he took a strange step under his feet, and his body flashed slightly to the left, avoiding Huo Shangwu's tiger and tiger punch, and the palm slapped on the beam behind him, and immediately shot a deep palm print.

At this time, the guests of the inn had already fled in fright, and in the entire inn, there were only more than a dozen Heavenly Sword Sect disciples and the three strangely dressed men, Ling Xuan stood in the corner, looking at Huo Shangwu with interest. He secretly said in his heart: This Huo Shang martial arts may be ordinary, but his martial arts attainments are close to the realm, and he is afraid that there are few opponents in the rivers and lakes. But that strange man, who didn't know what kind of pace he used, could easily avoid his palm of rock?

The leader avoided a punch, his body quickly flashed to the side, and he hurriedly hugged another four-like fist, and hurriedly said: "Dao Chief, why is this? If there is something offended, I hope that Dao Chang will make it clear that your uncle will apologize, why do you want to make a big deal this time?"

Heaven testifies, he has not been in this world for too long, and his understanding of Shenzhou's long-standing and profound culture is very superficial, but he has witnessed the duel between the two scattered cultivators, before the duel, the fist fighting, the momentum of talking and laughing between life and death, the conversation is elegant and interesting, and the Taoist bones are fairy, just like a person among the gods, he immediately became obsessed with Shenzhou culture, and randomly grabbed a market hooligan to teach him Shenzhou culture.

It is conceivable that a scoundrel in the market can teach him something good. This 'your uncle' is the mantra of the scoundrel in the market, and he naturally learned it. The market scoundrel can be described as harmful, once he was puzzled by the words 'your uncle', so he asked the little scoundrel what he meant, the little scoundrel knew his ability, naturally did not dare to tell the truth, full of nonsense and fooled the past. At this time, in his heart, the three words 'your uncle' are like 'small path, contemptible ......' and so on, which are honorifics.

He didn't know it, but Huo Shangwu was so angry that his face turned pale, and the palm that was slapped out instantly formed into the shape of a tiger claw, and he took it out of the heart of the person who was the leader, bringing up a fist wind, and faintly seemed to let out a tiger roar. The man at the head did not dare to take the strange step under his feet, and floated out like a light smoke, avoiding a punch. Huo Shangwu was not in a hurry, the tiger claw quickly changed into the shape of a crane's beak, and nodded at the person who was the leader, and there was a crisp crane cry. Huo Shangwu was not in a hurry, his hands were sometimes like cheetahs, sometimes like poisonous snakes, forcing the people in the lead to retreat again and again, and actually played a pure set of five-shaped boxing, with a faint sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring in the fist wind, obviously he had practiced to the realm of Mahayana.

The man who was the leader was forced to have no power to fight back, and he was punched several times in succession, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, and all of them were slapped on his body, although they did not cause him substantial damage, but they were also painful. After being punched by Huo Shangwu again, the person who was the leader took three steps back before he stabilized his figure, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Stinky Taoist, enough, if your uncle is afraid of you, you can't do it!"

Huo Shangwu sneered and said, "Demon, you dare to speak wildly when you are dying. As he spoke, he threw another punch. In broad daylight, it was too shocking, he naturally did not dare to use the immortal magic, and all he used was pure martial arts, although there was no one in the inn at this time, but many onlookers gathered outside the inn.

He had concerns, but the person in charge had no such concerns, seeing that a punch was coming towards his heart again, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly an invisible black qi gathered towards him, instantly forming a faint black halo around him, enveloping his whole person, and the bloody and evil aura in the air rose sharply. And the two people behind him also inhaled one after another, and suddenly there was a chain reaction, and a trace of black gas gathered towards the three of them.

Huo Shangwu's face changed, his brows were furrowed, and the punch he took out made a softening force, retracted it, retreated again and again, and stopped until he was a few zhang away, frowning and glaring at the three people. If you talk about martial arts alone, those three people are definitely not their opponents, but when it comes to spells...... It's not that I'm afraid of them, but if I fight with them in broad daylight, it's too shocking, how can I explain it then?

Just when he didn't know how to deal with it, a faint voice came from behind him, with a bit of innocence in his voice, and said lightly: "Three, let's rest for a while." ”