I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 159 The swordsman in white comes in the snow (please subscribe!)

"Um?!"

Seeing that the beggar dared to stretch An Lushan's hand towards his precious sword, Ding Xiu immediately raised his eyebrows. The hand that was about to pour the wine used his five fingers together to make a knife, and then slashed at the beggar's wrist with his backhand. Although it came later, it arrived first, faintly cutting through the air and making a "shuttle" sound.

When the beggar saw this, he couldn't help but be surprised. Although his grasp seemed ordinary, it actually contained an extremely exquisite grappling technique. However, he never thought that the young man in black in front of him actually made this palm strike. Such rapidity is rare!

Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person. He quickly retracted his hand, let go of the palm knife, then extended it again, grabbing Ding Xiu's wrist. Ding Xiu was fearless, and turned the palm knife horizontally. Slash the beggar's hand.

The beggar didn't shy away. He smiled slightly, and his hands suddenly became a little faster. He grabbed Ding Xiu's wrist before he could, and said with a smile: "Young man, I just want to see what weapons you use." It's just a knife, it's not robbery, why should you be so serious?"

"Humph!"

In response to his question, Ding Xiu let out a cold snort, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a huge force. The beggar felt his hands go numb, and Ding Xiu's palm knife slashed through the air, frightening him. He quickly retracted his hand.

"Pfft!"

But when they heard a soft sound, a section of the table corner had been chopped off by Ding Xiu with his sword. When Li Xunhuan across from him saw this, he caught the fallen table corner in his hands without saying anything or seeing what he did.

"Sigh~~~~"

The beggar looked at his hands and couldn't help taking a breath, and he couldn't help but said: "Young man, I must not have offended you, you almost chopped off my hands."

When Ding Xiu heard this, he immediately curled his lips and said, "You were the one who reached out first. You wanted to see my sword without my consent. Why, are all the seniors in the world so rude?"

"This"

Being retorted by Ding Xiu, the beggar suddenly became speechless. He thought to himself, but with a slight smile on his face, he said, "Then I can ask you now, right?"

"Can't!"

Before he could finish what he said, Ding Xiu had already spoken, and he refused bluntly: "Are you able to see my knife if you want to?"

The beggar was about to speak again, but he saw Ding Xiu raising his hand to take the corner of the table from Li Xunhuan's hand. He didn't see how he exerted force. The corner of the table, which was the size of a fist, was crushed into pieces in the blink of an eye. The powder was scattered on the ground. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said repeatedly: "I won't read it, I won't read it."

As he spoke, he seemed to be greatly frightened and hurriedly retreated to an empty table next to him. As soon as he sat down, the second brother Yan Xiaoliu served him wine and food, but he did not forget to criticize him: "Crazy beggar." , you stole so much money from others today, aren't you afraid that others will come to your door?!"

When the beggar heard this, he couldn't help but curse: "What do you know? I borrowed it, but I didn't steal it."

"borrowed?!"

Yan Xiaoliu obviously didn't believe it. He snorted softly and turned around to add wine to Ding Xiu and Li Xunhuan. When he saw a corner missing from the table, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Strange, why is this table missing a corner?" ?!”

Looking around, he saw nothing unusual about the guests around him. It turned out that the beggar and Ding Xiu had just used small and delicate skills to fight, only in a small space, and there was no movement, so they did not alert the surrounding guests.

"Strange, strange."

Yan Xiaoliu gave Ding Xiu and Li Xunhuan a new pot of warm wine, murmured, and went downstairs carrying an empty pot.Not long after the second brother went down, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves galloping outside the inn. It was coming very quickly. In just three to five breaths, he had already rushed to the door of the inn. After a while, he heard a sound from the door. Shouting: "Housekeeper, prepare a few rooms for us and serve some good wine and good food!" The sound was like thunder, which spread into the inn, shaking some tables and chairs nearby and causing the cups and bowls to clink softly. Knowing in his heart that a person from the world was here, he didn't dare to neglect him, so he hurriedly came forward to greet him and said with a smile: "Dear guests, please come in. There are plenty of food and drinks, but this guest room is indeed gone."

"Why don't you have a guest room? It's obviously you, the old guy, who is prevaricating our brothers!"

There were five people who came. They pushed away the shopkeeper and rushed in. Everyone turned around and saw that the five people who came were fierce and strong, carrying long swords on their backs. They were clearly from the Jianghu.

The leader had a ferocious look on his face, one of his eyes was blind, and he was wearing a black eyepatch. When he saw everyone's gaze coming towards him, he couldn't help but glance back. Everyone saw his fierce gaze, as if he had murderous intent, and quickly turned their heads to avoid it.

The one-eyed man grabbed the shopkeeper and shouted, "Shopkeeper, do you have a house?"

The shopkeeper was trembling with fear, but he still said with a grimace: "It's not that I deliberately embarrass all guests, but the shop really has no guest rooms."

The one-eyed man raised his hand, and the long knife behind his back flashed with cold light, and he took it out of its sheath. The one-eyed man grabbed the knife with his backhand, turned the blade, put it on the shopkeeper's neck, and said solemnly: "Are there any guest rooms?"

The shopkeeper couldn't bear it anymore and was about to ask for mercy again when he heard a long voice coming from the door, saying: "Shopkeeper, prepare a pot of hot wine for me."

Everyone subconsciously followed the sound, and wherever they looked, they saw a young man in his twenties appearing at the door. He was wearing a white shirt, very thin, and he was holding a sheath in his hand. Long sword.

Most people didn't care about the white-shirted young man's voice, but the one-eyed man was a little shocked. He boasted that he was not weak in martial arts and had a good reputation in the world, but he was surprised when such a young man came six or seven feet away. I didn't notice it. If the other party deliberately made things difficult for me, wouldn't it be that I didn't even have the ability to notice it?

As soon as I thought of this, cold sweat broke out on my back. I put my hands down and loosened the skirt of the display cabinet. The shopkeeper was so frightened that he took a few steps back. His legs went weak and he was about to go forward. Sit on the ground.

"Shopkeeper, why are your legs so weak? Where's my wine?"

The young man in white shirt was like a ghost. He was still at the door just now, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the shopkeeper out of thin air, stretched out a hand to support the shopkeeper's back.

The shopkeeper is also over fifty years old. He has already reached the age of knowing his destiny. He was frightened by the one-eyed man before, but now he was so disturbed by the young man in white shirt. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down and said Standing firm, he turned around and saluted the young man in white shirt, saying, "Thank you, hero, for saving me."

Turning around, he quickly called to the younger brother and said, "Why don't you invite the hero to go upstairs quickly? Let's serve more good wine and food."

The second brother had just gone to the back hall to make tea. He didn't know what was going on in the front hall. Hearing the shopkeeper's shout, he quickly came out with a pot of hot tea and shouted: "Here we come!"

The shopkeeper winked at him, and the second brother understood and said quickly: "This guest sir, please come upstairs." But he welcomed the young man in white shirt upstairs.

As soon as the young man in white shirt went upstairs, he felt the sword in his hand trembled slightly and kept shaking. He couldn't help but be surprised. He scanned the guests upstairs and saw nothing strange. He had to find an empty seat and sit down. He couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart and thought to himself.

The shopkeeper then turned around to look at the five big men with swords on their backs, and said with an apologetic smile: "Guests, please don't blame me for what happened earlier."

The one-eyed man had long been frightened by the strange movement of the young man in white shirt. Hearing the shopkeeper's words, he finally came back to his senses. At this time, his temper had gone, and he had some concerns about the young man in white shirt, but he really didn't. He dared to have a fit and just said: "We have traveled for a long time and we are tired. Since there are no guest rooms, you can at least buy us a table and serve some wine and meat. Don't worry, you will not be short of money."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to take it seriously, but hurriedly led the five people upstairs. At this moment, he no longer expected to make money from this transaction. As long as these people calm down and don't damage his shop, he would Don't cause trouble, he will be happy to burn a stick of incense for all the gods.
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