Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 217

The old pedant flicked his fingers, and a white shadow flew out.

The sound of piercing the air obviously contained extremely strong power. If it hit the dice, the dice would turn into powder in an instant.

Xia Yunmo snorted coldly, clasped his thumb on his middle finger, and flicked the same finger, a burst of energy flew out from Xia Yunmo's fingertip.

Xia Yunmo's finger is so powerful that it can punch a hole even if it hits a piece of refined iron.

But that white shadow just swayed and was not damaged.

Fortunately, the white shadow shifted and did not hit the dice.

At the same time, a mustache next to him suddenly slapped the table, shaking the whole table, and the dice, which was about to stop, jumped up suddenly.

And the moment the dice jumped up, the banker let out a sharp breath, and shot at the dice with a vaporized arrow.

Xia Yunmo popped out another wisp of finger wind, and this wisp of finger wind arrived first, brushing past the dice.

Moving the dice around, just dodged an air arrow.

And the air arrow that was spit out just hit the table, and a hole was shot out of the solid wood table.

The dice also rolled down, and the top side happened to be a "three".

"Three three five" is just a little bigger than "three three four", that sour scholar with a cold face, reluctantly pushed 1000 taels of silver in front of Xia Yunmo.

As Beef Soup said, he is a stingy man.

Xia Yunmo held the banknote in his hand, chuckled, and said, "It looks like my luck is not bad."

No matter who it is, it is not bad luck to earn 1000 taels of silver all at once.

The old pedant who made the move before suddenly sighed and said, "Young man, you are wrong."

Xia Yunmo raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, I don't know where I went wrong?"

The old pedant said: "You are wrong because your luck is not too good, but too bad."

Xia Yunmo said: "Could it be that I won 1000 taels of silver, and my luck is not good?"

Before the old pedant could open his mouth, the mustache who slapped the table next to him said, "You shouldn't have won, but you won, so naturally it's very bad."

Xia Yunmo said: "Since I shouldn't win, should I lose?"

Mustache said: "Of course you should lose, because this is not a place for you to stay, but you have appeared here. If you don't want to be kicked out, you should please the owner here and make the owner happy."

Xia Yunmo rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "So I should lose money, a huge loss, so that you will not drive me away, and you will be happy."

Mustache said: "That's true. After all, when you're a guest at someone's house, it's best to keep a low profile."

Suan Xiucai said: "What's more, you are not only a guest, you still want to be invisible on this boat, but we are all your seniors. Whatever your seniors ask you to do, you'd better do it obediently."

Xia Yunmo didn't speak, because what these people said made sense.

However, although he came to be a guest, he was a bad guest.

What's more, he didn't want to be invisible.

He began to look at these people in the gambling house, scanning the past one by one, observing each one clearly.

Everyone here will become Xia Yunmo's opponent, so he naturally has to be serious.

Everyone here is a master of the abacus, but the ones who are really worth noting, except Gongsun Lan, who is the three people mentioned by Beef Soup.

An old pedant, a sour scholar, and a mustache.

The old pedant was closing his eyes and resting his mind, with his hands on his knees, he looked like an old man enjoying his life, as if he hadn't made that terrifying finger before.

But his hands attracted Xia Yunmo's attention.

His hands were thin and sallow, but he had nails more than an inch long. They must have been soaked in medicine water, and all ten nails were usually rolled up.

But as soon as he flicked his fingers, the coiled nails suddenly stretched straight, crystal clear and white, gleaming, like the blade of a knife.

The white shadow that the old pedant popped up earlier was exactly his nails.

The martial arts of the old scholar are all in his hands. What he cultivates is exactly the "finger knife", which is also known as "Yiyang Zhi" and Huashan's "finger supernatural power" in the past and Zhang Bianyin's.

Suan Xiucai stood by the gambling table, looking at Xia Yunmo coldly. He looks weak in writing, but has a long breath. He should be practicing "Hunyuan Qigong".

As for the mustache, his hands were slender and pale, and if Xia Yunmo remembered correctly, they should be the long-lost legend in Jianghu.

Except for the three of them, everyone else has practiced a unique martial art, and most of them are magical skills that have been lost for a long time in the world.

These people are very powerful, but the little old man on Wuming Island is even more unfathomable, because almost all of these people's martial arts are taught by the little old man.

The martial arts that the little old man has learned are so high and complicated that it is hard to imagine.

Xia Yunmo glanced at everyone, and finally said calmly: "I know that you have opinions on me, if you have, you might as well say it."

In the gambling house, everyone stopped, they waited for Xia Yunmo to continue.

Each of them thinks they are great, and thinks that the so-called masters in the arena are just flattering each other.

If they are willing, any one person can sweep away a large number of people in the martial arts world.

But the person in front of them was Xia Yunmo, and they had already heard about Xia Yunmo's deeds, even if they were as proud as them, they did not dare to despise him.

Xia Yunmo said again: "You think your martial arts are very high, but unfortunately, in my opinion, they are just vulnerable."

"Instead of sitting on the boat and fighting with you all day long, why not today, I will tidy you up and obey you."

After all, Xia Yunmo's eyes shone with light, and his aura became extremely fierce.

Gongsun Lan reminded him that everyone on the boat had bad intentions towards him and wanted to drive him off the boat or even kill him.

It can be seen from the poisonous snake in the bed.

That being the case, he doesn't need to be merciful.

At this time, Xia Yunmo's eyes were like lightning.Some people who were swept by Xia Yunmo's eyes couldn't help but backed away.

Mustache suddenly said coldly: "You say my martial arts are vulnerable??"

Xia Yunmo nodded and said, "Indeed."

The old scholar also opened his eyes and said, "I heard that you are very famous in Jianghu, and you are called the sword master?"

Xia Yunmo nodded and said, "Indeed."

Suan Xiucai, sitting in the manor, said: "Since you are a famous sword master, we are vulnerable unknown people. Is it fair for us three unknown people to deal with you, a famous sword master?"

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Don't say it's just the three of you, it's fair for all 23 of you to fight together."

Suan Xiucai slapped the table and snorted coldly: "The three of us are enough."

In an instant, Sour Scholars, Old Scholars, and Moustache made lightning strikes.

(End of this chapter)