Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 63 One poison and one evil

After a while, a person walked into the teahouse.

Ugly, with sharp eyes, a bit of ruthlessness between the brows, and a bit old.

He glanced across the crowd in the lobby, and those who recognized him hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Poisonous Bee Sword Qian Heng, he is here too!"

"Nothing will happen today!"

Originally, in the lobby, everyone was drinking tea and wine, waiting for the two duels to arrive, and it was quite pleasant.

As soon as Qian Heng came, everyone felt uncomfortable, and most of their good mood was gone.

Li Qiu's eyes moved.

There have always been only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

Poison is feared and hated by people.

In Jianghu, if someone usually has poisonous characters in their nicknames.

This person is either good at using poison to kill people, or his martial arts are cunning and tricky, or he is vicious and despicable.

What's more, like Qian Heng, all three are accounted for!
He is narrow-minded, vicious and vengeful, and his swordsmanship is cunning and tricky, and he can even smear poison on the sword.

Therefore, although he has just entered the fifth realm, some experts who are relatively powerful in the fifth realm are unwilling to fight against him.

Afterwards, another person entered the teahouse.

Four or fifty years old, with tiger eyes and lion nose, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes can hardly hide the power of the face, the body is magnificent, and a pair of four-edged iron maces are shining coldly.

Qin Guan, the double dragon mace, is a master of the fifth realm, and has a great reputation in the world.

Everyone looked at him with awe and fear.

When Qian Heng saw him, his expression was a little apprehensive.

He ordered some food and wine, sat in the lobby and ate slowly, ignoring everyone, and his gestures were quite powerful.

Li Qiu glanced at the pair of iron maces on Qin Guan's back, and paid a little attention.

Because of internal strength, and because of the prohibition of the imperial court, people who walk the rivers and lakes, no matter whether they are masters or not, usually carry short weapons with them.

Most of them are swords.

Although maces are also short weapons, they are not very common.

Mace is cumbersome and labor-intensive, and it is more lethal than a sword. It can pierce armor and strike, so there are many people who use mace in the army.

Qin Guan is a man who walks the rivers and lakes, not using swords but maces.

Because the mace can break armor, it can also draw away the inner strength!
A pair of heavy maces can greatly make up for the gap in internal strength between the two parties!
Just like when Wang Chengkong smashed the long sword in Yang Fang's hand with his palm from the air.

It is absolutely impossible to put it on Qin Guan's double mace.

Maybe he can still rely on the double mace to fight against Wang Chengkong with a few tricks before he loses.

But with such a pair of heavy maces, although they are fierce and unstoppable among warriors in the same realm.

But strength can't last long, once you can't win the opponent within dozens of moves, your strength will plummet like a cliff.

Maces and swords can only be said to have their own advantages and disadvantages, and maces have relatively high requirements for users.

The mace is heavy, and those who are not strong enough cannot use it freely.

Therefore, swords and swords are flooding the rivers and lakes, but few people use maces. Those who use maces are either idiots or masters.

Mace techniques are similar to sword techniques and saber techniques, nothing more than blocking, stabbing, chopping, sweeping, and teasing.

Qin Guan watched Zhang Qingyu and Yue Mingqiu fight for the same purpose as other Jianghu people who use swords and knives.

Observe the sword moves of the two people, learn something or get some inspiration from them, and the martial arts moves will go further.

There were gradually more people in the lobby, except for Qin Guan and Qian Heng, there were no decent experts.

Zhang Qingyu and Yue Mingqiu competed for the title of No. [-] sword in the North, and it was not a trivial matter.

However, masters above the fifth realm in the world are rare, and they are still distributed throughout Daqi.

When the news came out, it was almost the day of the duel.

It was beyond everyone's expectation to have two fifth-level masters here.

It's just that the two masters who came here don't have a very good reputation in the world.

Three more people with swords in hand walked into the inn, their eyes swept across the lobby, and they paused for a moment on Qin Guan, and after recognizing them, they hurriedly looked away in panic.

The lobby was almost full. Qin Guan and Qian Heng sat alone at the table, and no one dared to step forward.

The eyes of the three fell on Li Qiu's table.

The leader's eyes lit up, and he led the two of them towards Li Qiu's table with a straight face.

Li Qiu heard footsteps and looked up.

Seeing the three of them, he ignored him and wanted to pull the bench aside and sit down.

Li Qiu put down his teacup and said coldly, "Sit at another table!"

One of them had a ferocious appearance, his eyes were wide open, his expression was irritable, and he touched the hilt of the knife with his hand, making a gesture to draw the knife out of its sheath.

"Orion, what are you talking about!"

"The three of us have the honor of sitting at the same table with you, how dare you tell us to go away!"

The person in the lead stopped that person and looked at Li Qiu carefully.

Seeing Li Qiu wearing brocade clothes and the longbow placed by the table, his appearance was extremely extraordinary.

His face changed slightly, he put on a smile, spoke politely, and clasped his fists.

"Brother, please make it easier for everyone to travel in the rivers and lakes!"

Li Qiu narrowed his eyes, his gaze was a bit unfriendly, and he suddenly looked at him with a cold tone.

"I tell you to sit at another table!"

The person in the lead was stabbed by Li Qiu's gaze, his brows tightened, his back was like a glow, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

It was as if someone had pointed a bow and arrow at his head, a feeling of life and death being strongly threatened!

The person in the lead looked tremblingly at Li Qiu's longbow placed by the table.

The bow was clearly placed by the table, but he didn't pick it up.

But just looking at me gives me this feeling...

The leader trembled, forced a few smiles on his stiff face, bowed and cupped his fists, and apologized to Li Qiu.

"This little brother, I'm really bothering you, the three of us will sit at the same table."

do not judge a book by it's cover.

It's better not to use your own life to test whether the person in front of you is hiding something deep, or just showing it.

One mistake, if you really meet a master, you have only one life.

Face is nothing compared to life.

"Brother?" One of them looked at him very puzzled when he heard what the leader said.

Why suddenly...

"Don't talk!" The leader turned his head and scolded in a low voice, then turned his head and smiled stiffly.

"Let's go, let's go!"

With an ugly face, he pulled the two of them to bow their heads and walked away quickly.

Go to the other corner of the lobby, find a place to squeeze and sit down.

In the lobby, many people saw this scene.

Looking at Li Qiu, there was a bit of fear mixed with curiosity.

I don't understand how he scared the three of them away without showing his martial arts.

I'm afraid this person is not simple.

The three walked away, and Li Qiu continued to drink tea peacefully, as if nothing had happened.

"The two agreed that before the end of the day, they would return to the banks of the Qing River and compete against each other!"

"Calculating the time now, it should be almost here, why..."

Someone was mumbling.

"Master, please."

There was a sound from the door of the teahouse.

With a sword behind him and another sword in his hand, an ordinary-looking young man stopped at the door of the teahouse and stretched out his hand.

A middle-aged man with a strong body, bright eyes, and a faint smile on his face walked in.

Qingyingjian Zhang Qingyu!

"Senior Zhang, this way please."

Someone immediately beckoned to give up the table.

"I met Senior Zhang."

Some people stood up one after another and greeted Zhang Qingyu.

(End of this chapter)