My son A Fei has the appearance of a sword master

In the eastern suburbs of Changzhi County, Lu'an Prefecture, outside a restaurant hidden among the trees at the foot of Laoding Mountain, a Ming Dynasty's highest-end "Shenzhou" off-road vehicle slowly stopped.

The car did not park in the parking lot of the restaurant, but was still some distance away from the restaurant. Four people, two men and two women, got out of the car.

The man has long hair disheveled and a stern face. He wears a slim long leather windbreaker, a pair of high-top leather boots, and holds a sheathed sword in his right hand.

Most people carry the sword in their left hand and use the sword in the right hand. Those who carry the sword in the right hand and use the sword in the left hand are obviously left-handed.

Not only is this man a left-hander, but he is also the most famous left-hander in the world, because his name is Jing Wuming.

The other man is a tall and strong young man, nearly 1.8 meters tall. He looks like he is twenty years old, but in fact, he is only thirteen years old.

At the age of thirteen, he has grown to a height of nearly 1.8 meters, which can be regarded as a gift.

This tall young man also has his hair disheveled and has a rather rugged appearance. A slight beard has sprouted on his lower lip. He is already quite masculine at a young age.

The young man also held a sword in his hand, but his sword was wider and longer than Jing Wuming's sword. It was obvious at a glance that the young man's swordsmanship must be fierce.

The two women were also an adult woman with a little girl.

An adult woman is in her early twenties, with skin as good as snow, beautiful appearance, and elegant temperament.

She deliberately stayed half a step behind while walking, and couldn't help but look at Jing Wuming's face from the side and behind. Her pretty face was always red, and her eyes could not hide the look of admiration.

Although the little girl's face is a bit immature, she has shown her stunning charm and is a perfect beauty.

Especially her temperament gives people a feeling of purity and sanctity, as pure as ice and snow, as if it is real or illusory.

If she waits until she grows up, I don’t know how many Jianghu heroes will be fascinated by her.

The four of them walked outside the restaurant, and the woman said, "Senior Brother Jing, is this right here?"

The woman's name is Su Hexiang, and she is the eldest sister among the second generation disciples of Feixian Sect.

The Feixian Sect and the Sword God lineage were originally from the same family, so the second generation disciples of the Feixian Sect were all called Senior Brother Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming looked at the large container truck parked outside the restaurant and said with certainty: "This is it."

The little girl next to Su Hexiang said clearly: "Normally, such a large truck would never come here to eat. Now that it appears here, it is definitely not normal."

Her voice is like a pearl, clear and sweet, but she speaks with a maturity that belies her age.

Jing Wuming glanced at her appreciatively and said: "Sanniang is right. The reason why this container is here is because it is not used to load goods, but to load people, because these people can only It can only be loaded in a container.”

The little girl's surname is Zhang. She is the daughter of a guest at Renyi Villa. After joining the Feixian Sect, she studied under Su Hexiang and became a third-generation disciple of the Feixian Sect.

When Jing Wuming went to Feixianmen for business, he was seen by Su Hexiang and fell in love with him at first sight. From then on, he often went to Renyi Villa.

Because she has already become a master and even started taking apprentices, she can freely enter and leave the sect. In addition, she is in the name of exchanging martial arts, so naturally no one will care about her.

In fact, the elders of the sect are happy to see Su Hexiang's love for Jing Wuming come to fruition.

They are one's own family. As the saying goes, the wealth does not flow to outsiders. If the two of them can become friends, it can be regarded as a close relationship.

This time she also took her apprentice Zhang Sanniang to Renyi Villa for a visit. She happened to meet Jing Wuming who was about to go out for business, so she followed him.

Jing Wuming is cold-tempered, but he is not a fool. Naturally, he will not be indifferent to Su Hexiang's love.

He quite liked this beautiful and elegant girl, but he didn't like her yet.

Su Hexiang still has a long way to go before she can melt this ice and become the wife of the owner of Renyi Villa.

After hearing Jing Wuming's words, Su Hexiang said in surprise: "So there are a lot of people on the other side?"

Jing Wuming said: "Not many, just a dozen or so."

Su Hexiang was puzzled, "Why do we need a container to hold more than ten people?"

Jing Wuming said: "You will know in a moment."

After speaking, he turned to the tall young man and said, "Nantian, you and Sanniang don't go in. This group of people is not what you can handle now."

Hearing this, Yan Nantian said hesitantly: "Then can Sanniang and I take a look outside the door?"

Jing Wuming said: "It's up to you, but pay attention to safety."

"Okay, brother Jing, don't worry, we won't hinder you."

Yan Nantian met Jing Wuming when he was doing business outside. Because he cherished his talent, he brought him back to Renyi Villa.

However, he did not accept Yan Nantian as his disciple because his martial arts style was not suitable for Yan Nantian.

This boy was born with supernatural powers, and his meridians were born wider than ordinary people, almost exactly the same as Li Mubai.

Therefore, he planned to recommend Yan Nantian to Li Mubai and follow him to practice the Wedding Dress Magic and the Divine Sword Technique.

As for whether Li Mubai accepts him as his disciple, or accepts him as a disciple on his father's behalf, that's up to him.

Jing Wuming and Su Hexiang walked side by side to the restaurant. Yan Nantian and Zhang Sanniang were seven or eight meters behind them.

Outside the lobby, the aroma of wine and food came out, mixed with bursts of laughter from men and women, and mixed with the numbing sounds of chewing.

Jing Wuming and Su Hexiang stepped into the lobby without hesitation, while Yan Nantian and Zhang Sanniang stopped on both sides of the door, stretching their heads to look inside.

Then they all froze.

They had never seen so many, so fat women.

The space in the lobby is not narrow, and it is more than enough to accommodate a hundred and eighty people dining together.

But now there are only a dozen people, but it makes the spacious lobby feel crowded.

Eight square tables were put together to form a large table, and the table was piled with all kinds of dishes, almost like a mountain.

There were about ten women sitting in the lobby, all sitting on the floor.

Because no matter how big the chair is, they can't sit on it. Even if they sit down, the chair will collapse.

But no one can say that they are pigs, because pigs as fat as them are very rare in the world.

And even the fattest pigs never eat as much as they do.

When Jing Wuming and Su Hexiang entered the lobby, they were eating roast chicken. The "clicking" sound of chewing was simply terrifying.

The sound of chewing meat and bones is easily reminiscent of tigers and leopards eating. If a child hears this sound, he will definitely have nightmares in the middle of the night.

Next to the table where wine and food were piled, there were seven or eight silk quilts, and the fattest woman was sitting there.

It couldn't be said to be a person, but a mountain, a mountain of meat.

There were five young men surrounding her. These men were all wearing very bright clothes, and they all looked upright, and some of them had powder on their faces.

Their body shape is not actually small, but compared with this meaty woman, they look like little monkeys. Not only was this woman extremely fat and strong, she was also tall and big. One leg was thicker than an elephant's leg. The pair of red satin soft shoes she wore required at least seven feet of cloth.

Some of the men were tapping her legs, some were rubbing her back, and some were fanning her.

One person was holding a golden cup in his hand and feeding her wine. He was standing next to the seated woman and was only about the same height as her.

There were two others with powdered faces, crouching at her feet like kittens. She was tearing up the roast chicken in her hands, and when she was happy, she would tear off a piece and feed it to their mouths.

Su Hexiang's throat twitched and she couldn't spit it out. She had never seen anything more disgusting than this in her life.

Zhang Sanniang turned pale and retracted her head, leaning against the door panel and breathing heavily.

At this moment, she finally understood why Jing Wuming said that these people could only be packed in containers.

Although Yan Nantian did not retract his head, his face and the corners of his eyes were twitching.

If he had that ability now, he would have to rush in and kill all these disgusting fat women.

When Jing Wuming and Su Hexiang walked into the lobby, all the sounds stopped immediately, and all eyes were staring at the two.

Being stared at by a dozen disgusting fat women is not a pleasant thing.

Especially these women, they seemed to regard the two of them as roast chickens, and they wanted to reach out and tear them into pieces together, and then eat them.

No matter who looks at her like this, she will become very embarrassed and uneasy, just like Su Hexiang, her fighting power has been reduced by a few points before she takes action at this moment.

But Jing Wuming didn't. Even if he felt this way in his heart, he would never see it on the surface.

The fattest and largest woman narrowed her eyes and glanced back and forth between the two of them.

Her eyes might not have been small originally, but now they were squeezed into a line by the fat on her face. Her neck, which might not have been short in the first place, was now filled with piles of fat.

Before she could speak, the man who was beating her legs had already called out: "We have taken over this place, please move to another place."

Jing Wuming ignored the man, but looked intently at the woman who looked like a mountain of flesh, and said coldly: "The Great Happy Female Bodhisattva."

The woman's eyes lit up and she said with interest, "Do you know me?"

Jing Wuming said: "Not only do I know that you are the Bodhisattva of Great Joy, I also know that you are the Gufeng Heavenly King among the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Sect. The last Gufeng Heavenly King was the Plum Blossom Thief who was killed by my master."

Naturally, Li Mubai informed him of this news over the phone, and the whereabouts of the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva had already been grasped by Renyi Villa as early as when they entered Shanxi.

After all, they were so conspicuous that even if they were hiding in a container while on the road, they would always stop to eat. The key was that they ate quite a lot.

The Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva's expression condensed, and the fat all over her body suddenly vibrated. A man in green clothes who was originally lying on her back was ejected and hit the wall hard.

The other four men surrounding her suddenly panicked and rolled and crawled aside.

She stood up slowly, and Jing Wuming and Su Hexiang felt the ground shaking.

The female Bodhisattva of Great Joy who stood up was actually terrifyingly nearly three meters tall, nearly two meters wide, and nearly two meters thick.

If this single-story restaurant hadn't been high enough, she might have been able to touch the ceiling by raising her hand.

It's hard to imagine how strong her cardiopulmonary function must be to support such a body shape.

The Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva stared at Jing Wuming and said ferociously: "Are you Jing Wuming, the owner of Renyi Villa?"

Jing Wuming said calmly: "It's me."

The Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva said: "So you are here to kill us?"

Jing Wuming said: "If you were just the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, I wouldn't kill you for no reason. But if you are the Demon Sect's Heavenly King, then I must kill you."

"Hehehe..." The Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva laughed, and her fat body suddenly trembled like waves, and the whole restaurant trembled with her laughter.

"If it was your master Sword God who said this, I would kill him immediately, but with you alone, I'm afraid it's still a little short of the mark."

"Your master ranked me fourteenth on the martial arts evaluation list and you ranked thirteenth. I have been unconvinced for a long time. Today I will see if he really has no selfish motives."

As she spoke these words, dozens of other fat women who were one size smaller than her, but were basically over two meters tall and over one and a half meters wide, also stood up one after another.

When they stood behind the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, they were like a wall of flesh.

"You might as well give it a try." Jing Wuming pulled out the bone poison sword in his hand, and a suffocating killing intent surged through the air.

There is a heating installed here, and the house that was originally warm as spring suddenly became as cold as outside.

Even though he was protected by several feet of fat, he couldn't resist the chill. The chill went straight to his bones and even to the bottom of his heart.

Su Hexiang also drew out her long sword and walked a few steps away. Her opponents were the disciples of the Great Joy Bodhisattva.

The smile on the face of the Great Happy Female Bodhisattva gradually disappeared. She knew that Jing Wuming's swordsmanship was not only extremely fierce and murderous, but also as fast as lightning.

So she chose to take the lead.

With the size of the Great Joyous Female Bodhisattva, it would be very difficult for a normal person to even stand, but her light skill is also incredibly high.

With almost no movement, her body, which was like a mountain of flesh, flew towards Jing Wuming.

But although her speed is not slow, it still depends on who she is competing with.

Facing the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, Jing Wuming had no intention of competing with her in her moves. He struck out with fourteen deadly swords.

Jing Wuming's figure instantly disappeared from the sight of the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva. She only saw a sword light as cold as ice and as fast as lightning.

However, she couldn't react at all, because the sword was too fast. The people in the world who could react effectively to this sword were basically in Fenyang.

Except for those relatives, friends and elders in Fenyang, there is no one in the entire world.

"Swish"

Without any accident, the sword smoothly passed through the neck of the Bodhisattva of Joy.

But something unexpected happened again, because the sword failed to cut the neck of the Bodhisattva of Joy.

Jing Wuming felt like he was cut into a piece of high-strength rubber.

Although the skin was not broken, the cut was not deep enough. It had not even penetrated the fat layer, let alone reached the carotid artery or trachea.

"Hahahaha... you can't kill me." The Great Joyous Female Bodhisattva laughed wildly and turned around and rushed towards Jing Wuming again.

This time she raised her left arm to protect her neck and her right arm to protect her heart.

Because although Jing Wuming couldn't kill her with one sword, if the opponent hit the same location multiple times, it was still possible to cause fatal damage to her.

But now that she had protected her vitals, she no longer had to be afraid of Jing Wuming's attack.

As for her own attacks, she doesn't need any moves at all, because her most powerful weapon is her own mountain of flesh, which she only needs to run rampantly. (End of chapter)