The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Luo Bei suddenly stood up and kicked over the wine table, laughing wantonly, "It's such a black shop, I shouldn't expect to have a good rest in this wilderness."

Mu Yanqiu stretched out one hand to hold the altar of flower carvings before he died in battle, and poured a sip into his mouth. It was mellow and thick, and the taste was not bad. It was an authentic 50-year-old flower carving.

Following Luo Bei's words, the men who were still drinking and eating meat all stood up, pulled out their swords, and looked at the two of them fiercely.

Just for a short while while Mu Yanqiu was drinking, Luo Bei had already started a fight with those dozen big men. Those big men's martial arts could only be regarded as third-rate. His eyes slowly turned to the gorgeous proprietress.

Du Sanniang let out a bit of annoyance, "So you're not afraid of this medicine? You really blinded my old lady's vase of flowers."

Noticing Mu Yanqiu's gaze, Du Sanniang smiled. She was a woman who looked like a mid-mature woman, but she seemed to be much younger. If she said she was in her twenties, some people would believe it.

Sensing Mu Yanqiu's gaze, Du Sanniang brushed her hair, "Guest officer, since you entered this inn, you haven't taken your eyes off the slave's house for a few times? It's really nice to see the slave's life Shy." Du Sanniang really covered half of her face with the back of her hand as she spoke, as if she was really shy, let alone such a posture made by her, it was three points more beautiful than a flower.

"I look at you naturally because your face is worth seeing more."

Mu Yanqiu casually threw the wine jar in his hand aside, and said something flirtatious, but the expression on his face was unclear.

"The guest officer doesn't look like that disciple, but he is even more disciple than that disciple when he talks." Du Sanniang couldn't help laughing. How many women are women in this world? A woman does not want to be praised for her beauty.

It's a pity that Mu Yanqiu is not the kind of person who can pity and cherish jade. He said coldly with his face unchanged: "You are the ghost bride who poisoned hundreds of people in her husband's family on the wedding night."

Du Sanniang was a little surprised, but soon she couldn't stop giggling, "Ghost bride, this is an old story more than [-] years ago, I didn't expect young people to know about it now." That said, Du Sanniang obviously enjoyed being mentioned this matter, after all, it was her act of fame.

"According to the rumors that the Ghost Bride opened a Huangquan Inn, and has colluded with the Demon Sect, is it true?" Mu Yanqiu asked again.

Du Sanniang smiled like a flower, "It's serious, the slave family and the Biquan sect have a very deep friendship~"

"Since this is the case," Mu Yanqiu stood up from the bench, holding the sword in one hand and drawing the sword out of the sheath with the other, "Your inn may not be able to reopen." The black shop can not stay.

Du Sanniang was not afraid, and even smiled. In her opinion, these were just two young juniors, no matter how powerful they were, they were not enough to shake her.

Mu Yanqiu didn't need any more answers from Du Sanniang. His sword moved according to his heart, and Du Sanniang was slightly startled by his fierce sword. Yanqiu, she was annoyed in her heart, is the younger generation so unbelievable now?How old is this young man.

Du Sanniang dodged Mu Yanqiu's slanting sword, which was not easy for her to dodge, a strand of black ink hair was cut off by the sword wind like that.

Du Sanniang pursed her lips, and wanted to resist with her hands, but her hands were numb from the shock of the seemingly light sword, and she almost broke her hand. She almost bit her silver teeth, and followed Mu Yanqiu With the momentum of the downward blow, he rolled on the spot, rolled to the place where the wine jar was placed, and pulled out a slender soft whip full of barbs from the gap. Du Sanniang who got the soft whip was obviously no longer just now. She can only be beaten passively. After all, she has been famous for a long time. Even if her own strength is mediocre, if she has not been killed over the years to make her famous, that also shows that she must have something extraordinary.

Sure enough, Du Sanniang used this soft whip with ease, and swung it cracklingly. The soft whip was like a poisonous snake, and when it was not paying attention, it would inject the venom into the prey.

Luo Bei on the other side naturally also saw the fierce battle here, but every year he was beaten up by Mu Yanqiu in the big competition, so much so that he was so confident in Mu Yanqiu that he always felt that the woman couldn't beat Mu Yanqiu at all. Of course, if Mu Yanqiu can't even beat him, then he might as well stop struggling.

These big guys on Luo Bei's side have nothing but appearance, they look muscular, but in fact some of them don't even have the strength of ordinary disciples of Biquan Sect. He just sat on a table away from the battlefield and watched the play.

If there is a plate of peanuts by his side, Luo Bei might watch it more happily. He smiled and watched the fight over there as if he was watching a play, but in fact he was analyzing it calmly. The woman's whip was extremely powerful. I'm afraid that there are not many people in his big Biquan sect who can compete with him, and the woman has been trying to cause a little harm to Mu Yanqiu, which means that there is something wrong with the woman's whip, perhaps soaked in poison, and Mu Yanqiu Banquet Autumn...

Luo Bei squinted his eyes, but the meaning in his eyes was unclear. Mu Yanqiu's sword was so fast that only afterimages could be seen. People competed, but they had never really understood this man's sword.

A sword is a person, and his sword is light and fast, so what about his people?What about his sword intent?

For the first time, Luo Bei tried to think about what Mu Yanqiu's sword intent was, but to no avail.

Sword and long whip, one is more suitable for close combat, the other is more suitable for long-distance attack, Du Sanniang has been trying her best to keep a distance from Mu Yanqiu, but she never thought that she was still defeated, and the Ghost Bride became famous twenty years ago. Yu Nian has been at large since she was at large, she is proud and looks down on all the wild men in the world, but now she is dumbfounded when she sees the whip broken into several knots and the long sword pointing directly at her throat.

After being dazed, she couldn't help laughing out loud, with tears in her eyes, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there are talents from the Jianghu generation, and Sanniang has to obey her old age!" This is how the world is like, it wasn't you who killed me , even if I kill you, and she has nothing to complain about, she is willing to bet and admit defeat.

When the throat was pierced by the long sword, Du Sanniang seemed to have returned to her youth. The girl waited for many years with a blushing heart for the words "I will marry you", but it turned out that the man who waited was nothing more than the man who was in the heart of others.

Looking back on my life, it's nothing more than that.

A thin and small man in the back hall saw that there was no sound outside, and he thought that his group had poured out all the medicines for the three passers-by, but he didn't expect to see Du Sanniang being pierced through the throat by a sword as soon as he came out. , his eyes were about to burst, but he quickly lowered his head, suppressing his anger, as if he was frightened by the scene in the lobby, but at the moment he lowered his head, a cold light flashed.

Luo Bei's intuition was wrong, and he saw a mechanism activated in the thin man's hand, and several silver needles shot straight at Mu Yanqiu.

The silver needles with green and black tips must be highly poisonous. Luo Bei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he blurted out the word "be careful". Sometimes it was inserted into Du Sanniang's throat...

At that moment, Luo Bei's mind went blank. Mu Yanqiu was the person he hated since he was a child. This person not only stole his father's attention from him, but he was better than him in everything. Fighting, I thought it was a lifelong enemy, and the two hated each other, but when life and death were at stake, Luo Bei knew clearly that he didn't want this person to die.

The thin man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly after shooting the silver needles. The several silver needles were getting closer and closer, and the sound of the silver needles breaking through the air seemed to be heard in his ears.

But within a few breaths, Luo Bei was so startled that his back was covered in cold sweat.

However, at this critical moment, a jet-black sword knocked down several silver needles with lightning speed.