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"You have no filter for your mouth and insulted my sect. You deserve to be beaten!" Three young men with swords walked in from outside the tent. The two young men on the sides wore golden-patterned martial robes. They were about twenty years old and looked arrogant. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk → Net]
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The one in the middle was even younger, about the same age as Ying Feiyang. He had delicate features, but his arrogance was faintly stronger than the two beside him. Strangely, he was wearing a blue Daoist robe of the Numinous Sword Principle.
Liu Wentong was furious and was about to curse when Peng Sihai held him down and stood up, saying, "So you are a disciple of the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower. My brother is used to being vulgar and has no filter for his mouth. Please forgive me."
The golden-robed young man ignored him and said to Zhang Zhibin, "Do you know where Old Man Bitter Bamboo is?"
Zhang Zhibin was infuriated by his rudeness and said, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Peng Sihai saw that the situation was about to become tense and quickly smiled to ease the tension. He said, "Don't be anxious. Sit down first and we can talk slowly."
The other golden-robed young man said, "Did I talk to you? Shut up! "As he spoke, he hit Peng Sihai's face with his palm.
Peng Sihai wanted to dodge but he was too late. With a slap, a red mark appeared on his face. As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling face. Peng Sihai knew that he had coveted the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower's sword formula and talked bad about them. He was in the wrong and so he backed down. But now, he, a person of status, was slapped by a young man who was less than half his age. He was so angry that his face turned red.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhibin was enraged. He said, "I didn't know that the disciples of the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower had switched to practicing palm techniques. I also use palm techniques. It seems like I'll have to exchange pointers with you." After saying that, he raised his palm and attacked the disciple beside him.
Peng Sihai sighed and apologized to the person who had just hit him. He also drew his saber and went to fight.
The four of them couldn't display their full strength inside the tent, so they fought from the inside to the outside.
Both Zhang Zhibin and Peng Sihai were famous martial artists. At this moment, they attacked furiously. One of them created a gust of wind with his palm, while the other flashed with his blade. Their power was truly extraordinary. However, the two disciples of the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower moved their bodies between their palms and the blades. Their swords were not unsheathed, and it was obvious that they were fighting with ease.
Liu Wentong's temper had always been the most explosive. Previously, he had been thrown by the token until his mouth and nose bled, so naturally, he was the angriest. However, seeing that the two brothers were fighting one on one and only leaving him a half-grown child, he really could not bring himself to fight with a child.
While he was hesitating, the young man in the Daoist robe had already pulled out a stool and sat down opposite him. The young man's gaze swept across the tea shop, passing by Liu Wentong, passing by Qing Ku and the old tea seller. Finally, his gaze stopped on Ying Feiyang, who was also carrying a sword. He raised his eyebrows as if he was interested.
When Ying Feiyang saw the three of them being arrogant, he was already displeased. Now that the young man was provoking him, he actually wanted to fight. His gaze was like a sword as he met the young man's gaze.
With a mocking smile, the young man pointed at Ying Feiyang's sword and made a "please" gesture.
Ying Feiyang was about to draw his sword, but Qing Ku stopped him. A rare solemn expression appeared on Qing Ku's face as he said resolutely, "You are not allowed to draw your sword here!"
Ying Feiyang was discouraged and let go of his sword. The young man's mocking smile deepened as he turned to face Liu Wentong. However, he ignored him and placed his sword on the table. Then, he took out a silk cloth to wipe the cup.
Liu Wentong's expression became even more annoyed. He opened his bloody mouth with two missing teeth and said, "Child, you have no respect for your elders. Looks like you lack discipline. I won't make things difficult for you, as long as you …"
But he was interrupted by the youngster, "Air leaks when you speak, it's unclear. Don't talk too much and sit down obediently." Liu Wentong was so angry that his face turned red. WwW.AiQuXs.cOM
Liu Wentong did not expect that his two brothers would be defeated so quickly. He stood up and wanted to help, but the young man slammed the table and his long sword bounced up. The young man grabbed the hilt of the sword and drew a swift and fierce circle in the air. The sword, along with its scabbard, pressed down on Liu Wentong's shoulder. Liu Wentong could not dodge in time and felt a strange force coming from his shoulder. It felt as if his shoulder was as heavy as Mount Tai, and his body was forced back to his seat.
"I told you to sit down obediently," the youth said expressionlessly, but his tone was full of ridicule. Liu Wentong was so angry that he wanted to curse, but all his strength was used to resist the force. He could not open his mouth even when his face turned red.
The two disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn also stepped in. One of them stepped on Zhang Zhibin and said, "Tell me where Old Demon Bitter Bamboo is."
Zhang Zhibin's eyes were spitting fire. "I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
The disciple stepped hard on Zhang Zhibin's bones, making them creak. Zhang Zhibin's screams could be heard.
Peng Sihai sighed, "Old Seven, don't act rashly. Old Demon Bitter Bamboo has been a disaster for a long time. If we don't tell him, wouldn't we be going against his wishes? Since the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn wants to eliminate him, if we can provide some help, it will be a blessing. How can we fight because of personal feelings?"
Peng Sihai's words were dignified and gave Zhang Zhibin a way out. Zhang Zhibin suppressed his anger and lowered his head, saying, "I really don't know where he is, but the place where the disciples of the Sword Tower were killed is not far from here. Old Demon Bitter Bamboo is also injured, so he shouldn't be far away."
"Huh? What does Old Demon Bitter Bamboo look like? "
Zhang Zhibin continued, "He's a tall, thin, and withered old man with white hair. I didn't see his face clearly, but he carries a green bamboo stick with him. It's very eye-catching."
As soon as he said this, Ying Feiyang and the three young men, four people and eight eyes, all stared at one person!
The tea-making old man was focused on poking the oily green fire stick into the stove, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
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The three people of Jianghu followed the crowd's gaze and looked at the green stick. The green bamboo stick was swallowed by the flames, but there wasn't a single burn mark on it. It was clearly not an ordinary item. Thinking about it now, the old man's actions were all unusual. Not only did he not greet the customers, but when the customers started fighting in the teahouse, he didn't even care. He didn't look like a shop owner at all.
"Is that him?" the disciple of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn asked Zhang Zhibin, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off the old man.
"I didn't see his face clearly. Tell him to turn around." Zhang Zhibin answered. Ying Feiyang suddenly realized that he had no impression of the shop owner's appearance, even though he had just served him tea. It was as if this old man was a rock that could be seen everywhere by the roadside, and no one would take a second look at him. And under such circumstances, this kind of inconspicuous person seemed especially terrifying.
Ying Feiyang couldn't help but grip his scabbard tightly again. Qing Ku frowned and pressed his hand down. He said to the young man in the Taoist robe, "Young man over there, are you Ren Jiuxiao?"
The young man was startled and replied, "Yes. Do you know me? "
Qing Ku smiled bitterly, "Not only do I know you, I even carried you when you were young. Listen to me, this person is definitely not Old Demon Bitter Bamboo. Don't cause trouble."
Qing Ku was trying to persuade him with kind words, but for a young man like Ren Jiuxiao, what he hated the most was people he didn't know talking about their childhood. He immediately felt disgusted with Qing Ku and cupped his hands unhappily, "I don't remember clearly when I was young. How should I address you, senior?"
Ying Feiyang was about to say He Guqiong's name when Qing Ku shook his head and said, "This, I can't say."
Ren Jiuxiao frowned and felt even more disgusted. He ignored Qing Ku and said to the shop owner, "Shopkeeper, please turn around."
The old man continued to light the fire as if he didn't hear him. The two disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn became even more suspicious. They looked at each other and drew their swords, saying, "I told you to turn around. Didn't you hear me?"
"Don't draw your swords!" Qing Ku shouted.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed. In the blink of an eye, Ying Feiyang's hair stood on end. The sword in his hand also hummed uneasily.
"Ah!" The disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn cried out miserably. The swords they were holding fell and stabbed into the ground. The bodies of the swords shook incessantly and let out a mournful hum. The sword-wielding hands of the disciples hung limply. The tendons of their hands had actually been severed.
"I heard the ear-piercing sound of your swords being drawn."
Swords, it was swords! Even though no one could see the sword light clearly, the sword intent that was still lingering in the air clearly showed that the old man before them had crippled the two disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn in a blink of an eye. Other than Qing Ku, everyone present had a cold expression on their faces as if they were facing a great enemy.
At this moment, the old man slowly stood up. The old man, who was originally as inconspicuous as a rock by the roadside, suddenly became towering. It was as if he was incompatible with the teahouse, the valley, and the world. He became the kind of existence that no one would look away from once they saw him. The old man slowly straightened his body. He was like a peerless divine sword that was being drawn out of its scabbard inch by inch. When he straightened his body, his back was as straight as a divine sword. A cold and condensed sword intent soared into the sky. The thatch on the roof of the teahouse danced in the air due to the sword intent. It was as if thousands of swords were arrayed in a formation. Everyone's swords also trembled at the same time. It was a mixture of fear, excitement, and reverence.
"Alas!" Qing Ku sighed softly, suppressing the restless sword hum. It was as if the heavy atmosphere had suddenly lightened. Everyone felt as if the sun had risen from the clouds. Qing Ku said to the two disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn, "Hurry up and heal your wounds. There is a swamp ten miles northeast of here. A divine doctor lives in the swamp. Show him your sword wound and he will definitely heal you."
The old man had his back to everyone. He clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Or bring this move back to the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn and show it to Yue Cangqiong. I have seen his sword moves from the two Wood Demons. It is time to show him my improvement."
Although the disciples of the Sword Tower of Spring and Autumn were arrogant, their faces were pale at this moment. They looked at the young man named Ren Jiuxiao. Ren Jiuxiao nodded slightly. The two disciples clasped their hands and left the teahouse as if they were escaping.
Qing Ku then said to the old man, "They are just juniors. There is no need to be so calculative with them."
The old man's voice was as cold as ice. He said coldly, "The sword is a vicious weapon. If you use it lightly, it will hurt others. Since you can't hurt me, don't blame yourself for hurting yourself."
Ying Feiyang thought, "This old man has such a strong aura. He is not much weaker than Young Master Peacock. It is just that he is too ruthless. The two demons he mentioned should be Bimu and Qingluo. I wonder if they can escape unscathed if they encounter this old man."
"Senior, you are so mighty. If I hurt myself, I will not blame anyone. I wonder if I can use my sword in front of you." Ren Jiuxiao became even more arrogant under the pressure. He ignored the previous example and took a step forward with his sword. His aura was like a raging wave as he pulled out the cold blade from the scabbard inch by inch.
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