In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

But Yiyangzi looked worried and couldn't help complaining when he saw Ma Junwu.

"Jun Wu, they said we in the Dian Cang sect don't have a house."

"No way, neither of us has a house." Ma Junwu was helpless. There were only two people in Dian Cang Sect, and they didn't even have a room for two people. This was too much of a disrespect to them.

"They say there are houses only when there are more people." Yiyangzi was also very angry, but also helpless.

"Hey, I just happened to meet a few people on the way, so there are five of us together." Ma Junwu had an idea and thought of using Yang Yu and the others to make up the number. Now there should be a room.

"Oh, it's useless. The houses are all occupied by big sects." Yiyangzi continued to complain. Had he never thought about this?

"No way, Master, I'm so tired. I've been carrying it for a whole day." Ma Junwu raised his shoulders to show how heavy the luggage on his back was. As a result, you, the master, can't even make a room.

"You deserve it. Who told you to carry so many things with you when you go out? Do you think you are going to Beijing to take the imperial examination?" Yiyangzi complained nonchalantly.

"After hearing this, I realized that our sect has no status at all. You, as the leader, are too embarrassed." Facing Yi Yangzi's complaints, Ma Junwu's complaints were even harsher.

"Come on, come on, stop talking nonsense. I'm going to negotiate with the organizer. Just wait." After saying that, Yi Yangzi ran away. Judging from his tone, if he continued talking, they would probably disband. However, it was very simple to disband their sect. They could just divide the luggage and it would be done.

Ma Junwu was still indignant: "A living person cannot be killed by holding his urine. I am so unlucky that I have accepted a coward like you as my master."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all." Ma Junwu turned around embarrassedly and looked at Yang Yu and the other two.

Just then, a passerby walked by with big strides without even looking, and was about to bump into Ma Junwu. Yang Yu hurriedly stepped forward to block the blow, and the man was knocked to the ground.

The man fell to the ground in a rage. He didn't care that he was going to hit someone first, nor did he care that he was so weak that he fell to the ground with just a slight block. He only cared that he was embarrassed to be blocked by Yang Yu and fell to the ground, so he threatened directly.

"Boy, you are looking for death."

The people around stopped what they were doing at the same time. Those who were talking stopped talking, those who were drinking tea stopped drinking tea, those who were walking stopped walking, and some people even stopped with one leg in mid-air. Everyone looked over and their hands unconsciously touched their weapons.

That sentence seemed to violate some taboo, and everyone's attention was drawn to this side.

"What are they doing?" Chen Meijia was stunned by this scene. Had they caused some horrific disaster? Or had they violated some heavenly law?

"I guess with so many people here, a fight must be about to break out as soon as this sentence is uttered." Rose analyzed the environment and guessed.

"Let's fight. Why do they look like they want to hit us?" Ma Junwu was a little scared. If he had known this would happen, he would rather be hit by that guy. It wouldn't hurt him. But Yang Yu was also standing up for him. Now this situation is really a dilemma.

However, Yang Yu didn't care about this scene at all. He just raised his right hand and pointed his sword casually. The unparalleled sword box on his back opened, and a flying sword came out quickly and stopped on the man's neck at lightning speed.

The sharp sword tip cast a biting cold light. Seeing this scene, the man couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The martial artists around him stood up at the same time, looking at the scene in disbelief.

The style of painting is completely different. How do I play this game?

Everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. In fact, this scene had happened many times. In this inn, almost all of them were from so-called martial arts sects. Some of them had personal grudges, some acted on impulse, some were implicated, and some took the initiative to cause trouble.

Most of the time it starts with one or two bad-mouthed guys who have a big fight. No one cares at first, but both sides of the quarrel have friends, so they start calling their friends, and the people they call over are also their friends and enemies.

So what was originally a matter of one or two people eventually got out of control and developed into a group fight. Even some people who didn't want to stand out at first couldn't help but join in when they saw their enemies being beaten.

There were also some guys who had nothing to do with it, but were hit by the people who came and started fighting. So now when there is a conflict, everyone is on high alert for fear of being ambushed. In this vigilant environment, no one has dared to argue for a long time.

So this time everyone was no exception. They didn't expect the gap in strength between the two sides to be so big that they couldn't intervene even if they wanted to. When Yang Yu looked over, everyone pretended nothing happened and looked away, but after Yang Yu's gaze left, they couldn't help but look over again. Among them, some greedy guys set their eyes on the Wushuang Sword Box.

Yang Yu shook his head helplessly. In such a complicated place, a flying sword was not threatening enough. He should show off his own strength. At least it would save him some trouble and wake up those noobs whose eyes were blinded by greed.

So Yang Yu waved his hand, and sword after sword from the Wushuang Sword Box flew out, floating in the air and shaking constantly, as if looking for their target.

Everyone knew that once they locked onto the target, the best outcome would be the same as that guy, and worse situations were self-evident. The same thought came to everyone's mind at the same time.

"This is a master, and he must not be provoked."

But for a moment, no one knew what to do. The scene was like the calm before the storm.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the quiet environment seemed to humiliate them silently, so taking action in this environment seemed inevitable.

Although we cannot win, for a gangster, face is more important than anything else.

Just as everyone was preparing for a do-or-die battle, no matter what, they had to fight first. Seeing this, Yang Yu also decided to go all out.

The Wushuang Sword Box began to vibrate, and the last few swords were about to be unsheathed. The vibration of the Wushuang Sword Box also made everyone present feel nervous.

Everyone looked over in panic. Was there still a flying sword in the sword box? How could he not use his full strength even at this point?

How many flying swords are there in the sword box?

One?

Two?

Or more?

But even if there is just one more hand, is there a chance of winning among those present?

At this time, no matter how much they love face, when they know they are going to die, face means nothing. What they want more is life.

But who will speak first?