I Became an Anonymous Boss

Fengli frowned, Tai'a sword was half a foot out of its sheath.

"Young Master, why do you have to do this?" Lan Xiangxue was puzzled: "Is it necessary?"

"Yes." Lingyun answered: "Because, there is no retreat in this battle."

"Lie took an arm from Guanyin girl, took it without asking, and borrowed it but didn't return it. He made a mistake first. It was always the gods and demons who cut off his arm and the innate way. It was his own fault, but... ...After all, he is a young hero among the top three on the list, and he is also the grandson of Lie Sheng. When the curtain ends, it must be vigorous and not too ordinary. This is also a kind of mutual respect." Feng Jiuge said: "He took the initiative to fight, Bisha Yicheng has a backbone."

A flying bird landed in the peach blossom forest and landed on Lingyun's fingertips.

"He's gone," she said.

……

The long street leading to Taolin and Fenghuang Terrace.

Bai Taki changed into white clothes, and came slowly. These days, in order not to reveal his identity, he deliberately did not wear too conspicuous white clothes. Today, he was going to chop his elbows for Lie Yin, so he purposely changed into the one that Xiu Yu made for him. in white,

Change the shirt and sing the battle song.

Humming the winning battle song of 'rice, rice', Shirataki walked along the long street, and the monk who was eating donkey meat on fire jumped over, his burly body could release the mighty Tianlong at any time. Like Sammo Hung.

He approached and asked, "How much?"

"I ate a lot of pastries, so I'm not hungry." Bai Taki said, "You smell so bad?"

"Donkey smell?"

"Blood smell."

"It's just sending a few bastards who don't have long eyes to see the Buddha. Even the wanted criminals in the rivers and lakes dare to come. The court will not accept them, but the Buddha will accept them." Monk Xuankong put his palms together: "Amitabha, I am really compassionate, beautiful and kind-hearted." .”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, we will be there soon, pass this intersection, and I will see the truth." Bai Taki said regretfully, "I suddenly regretted that I pinched my mask in the past."

"The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law, sprinkle water."

"I'm afraid that if this group of people miss my prosperous beauty, what should I do if I'm too popular?"

Monk Xuankong made a gesture to vomit, and then got kicked in the buttocks.

Shirataki kicked him more than ten meters away, the monk glowed in the air, and when he landed, he cursed and clutched his buttocks.

"Fuck, you are serious."

"Go and remind the people in front that the master is here."

Bai Taki, dressed in white, stepped into the rivers and lakes full of mud and sand, and walked on the green brick floor, as if he was crossing the river on green reeds.

He was too conspicuous, and the street was too deserted, only the Jiang Hu people on both sides were sitting under the eaves.

With the clang of the invincible monk landing on the ground, it was like the sound of drums and gongs, attracting the attention of many people.

For a moment, there were at least a hundred eyes looking at the young man in white, but he easily ignored them and turned a deaf ear to them.

The steps fall on the ground, stepping on a unique rhythm and beat, not messy at all, steady and brisk.

I am afraid that many people have the same question in their hearts at this time, and the somewhat noisy world immediately becomes silent.

...That's Mo Wen, God and Demon?

...He is the third person on the list?

...Does this person really exist?

Bai Taki walked to the middle of the road, kicked open the window alone, and fell to the ground clangingly with the big knife on his back, the golden ring big knife clanged.

The person blocking the way was a wine monk with scars on his head. He obviously drank to strengthen his courage and wiped the flesh on his face.

He smashed the big knife into the ground, stared at Bai Taki and shouted loudly: "You, you are the god and demon, don't ask?"

"If you're talking about the third person on the list, I think it should be me." Shirataki said noncommittally.

"That's it! I didn't find the wrong person!" The wine and meat monk raised his sword: "Don't ask the gods and demons, before you fight Lie Yin, compare your life with me! Kill me, and you go over, or I will kill you!" Don't waste other people's time!"

This sentence was yelled, and the voice was so far away that it could be heard two streets away. Now, hundreds of heads poked out from the rooms of restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street, on the second, third, and fourth floors.

Shirataki asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't change your name when you go, you don't change your surname when you sit, Sajia, Lutunhe!"

"Oh..." Shirataki elongated his voice, "I've never heard of it."

Monk Jiurou was taken aback for a moment, and then became furious: "Rampant!"

"Why do you want to fight me to the death?" Shirataki asked again, "Why don't you cherish life?"

"You killed the sworn brother of the Sa family, and the Sa family has been looking for you for more than three years! Finally caught you today!" Lu Tunhe grinned.

Bai Taki was speechless, he didn't kill too many people in Nantang, and it was normal to occasionally set up a bandit's lair, hunt down the black list, and exchange money for the list of prostitutes.

I don't know if what this person said is true or not.

When he was thinking, Lu Tunhe became arrogant: "Are you afraid! If you are afraid, kneel down and kowtow three times, I will spare you..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Taki took a step forward, and the footsteps changed his voice as if he had added a microphone.

Footprints with a depth of three centimeters fell on the blue bricks.

Lu Tunhe drank a few sips of yellow soup to build up his courage, but he was already sober at this time, and then looked at the white-clothed demon Mo Wen, who couldn't help but feel palpitations and emotional ups and downs. Ninety percent of his original courage directly shrank to Sancheng, the hand holding the knife began to sweat.

"What's the matter? Is there no knife?" Bai Taki had already walked within seven steps of the opponent.

Within seven steps, the knife is fast and accurate.

Too many people in the Jianghu were looking forward to seeing the blood splattered on the spot, wanting to see how high the gold content of this demon Mo Wen was.

People in the arena have always been about to bleed and die. They couldn't see the battle for the top of the list up close, but now they can watch the appetizers.

If it wasn't inappropriate, someone might have shouted to hurry up.

There was silence in the street, and many people were staring with bated breath.

Lu Tunhe's cold sweat couldn't stop, it flowed more and more, almost soaking his whole body in the water, he felt that what flowed out was not sweat, but courage and strength, the invincible power in the past was coming Constantly taking away his energy, this innate gangster who drew his sword to kill sixty-nine people in a row, and had committed three family extermination cases, unexpectedly almost lost the strength to swing his sword.

But Bai Taki smiled: "It's okay if you think one person is not enough, you can call a few more people."

He looked at the Jianghu people on both sides: "If there are still my enemies, why not come down together and get together neatly."

After the words fell, many people secretly whispered that the white clothes were rampant, and some quietly held weapons, but few of them acted rashly.

After all, it was Mo Wen, the god and demon, the third in the list of people, who single-handedly fought against the white-clothed romantics of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Seeing the reaction of the wine and meat monk, many people realized in their hearts that within a few steps, the ferocious bandits who were so rampant before didn't even have the courage to swing a knife.

People love their feathers. The first crab that jumps is almost dehydrated before it is released. How can anyone be the second fish that seeks its own death?

See no one cares.

Bai Taki felt a little regretful, and immediately looked at Lu Tunhe who still didn't dare to swing his sword.

He was already standing in front of the opponent, the last three steps away: "If you don't do anything, I will pass by."

Apparently this Lu Tunhe was still at war between heaven and man, he realized that he might die if he swung a knife. This person still didn't have the guts to swing the knife.

Bai Taki stopped beside him, and raised his hand to pat Lu Tunhe's shoulder. He didn't use too much force, and he couldn't see any mystery, that's all. Potential.

Lu Tunhe's knees hit the ground, and the blue bricks on the ground shattered. His knees were broken, and the sound of the fracture was extremely clear. The knife in his hand sank half a foot into the ground.

"Go to jail and stay."

Only then did Monk Jiurou realize that the situation was over, and suddenly felt regretful. His eyes were red and he shouted: "Don't ask the gods and demons, let me die under your hands!"

Youth has gone: "You are not worthy."

Among the judges who spent a lot of money to buy seats on both sides of the road, there were too many women from good families, almost all of whom were from good families. Seeing this scene with their own eyes, they felt their heart beating so fast and their expressions became infatuated.

The desperado directly raised the knife behind his back, trying to kill himself, but he was thrown aside with the knife, and the monk Xuankong carried him like a small chicken, and threw it to the silent Luocha army The patrolling soldier: "Give it to you in exchange for military merit."

The monk followed twenty paces away, neither far nor near.

Shirataki walked another fifty steps forward, at this time, several people came to block the road, five in total, standing scatteredly.

A swordsman in green shirt, a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat, an old man on a crutch, a woman in a yellow skirt, and a strong man with a black python tattoo on his bare arm.

"Are you also here to seek revenge?" Bai Taki asked.

The first one to speak was a woman in a yellow dress. This girl had beautiful big eyes and a face with earrings.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she said in a slight tone: "...I hope to learn two tricks from you."

"Oh?"

"It's true, and I'm capable. I'm the true heir of Xu Jiajian." She hurriedly took out the token from her pocket: "I've already got the token for entering Taohualin, but I didn't go in because I was waiting for it. .”

The flustered little girl seemed to see her idol, even if she didn't say it, the word 'admiration' was written all over her face.

As soon as she stood up, many people booed from the bottom of their hearts. It is no longer a secret that women in the Southern Tang Dynasty admire Mo Wen, but a recognized fact, which makes many people beat their chests.

"Xu Jiajian... who is Xu Lugao?" Bai Taki remembered the words Xu Jiajian.

"It's my second uncle."

"No wonder..." Shirataki nodded: "He is indeed a swordsman I have challenged, and his strength is quite impressive."

At first, Shirataki got the best swordsmanship in the world, and he set up a challenge mission, asking him to challenge thirty swordsmen, one of which included Xu Lugao, the true biography of Xu Jiajian. , second only to top kendo inheritances such as Junjian Sifu.

"Second Uncle regrets that he can't have another fight with Mr. Bai, but he admires Mr. Bai's courage, so..." The woman in the yellow skirt said, "I still hope to teach you."

"It's okay, I've been waiting for half a month, and he won't mind waiting for me a little longer." Bai Taki smiled casually: "I'm fighting with Xu Lu as a gentleman, and fighting with you will not damage your realm, but point to it until."

The blue-clothed swordsman also raised his hand: "Well, actually, I also..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the woman in the yellow skirt staring at him, her eyes full of threats - let me go first.

The blue-clothed swordsman retreated, and he murmured resentfully, "I am also your senior brother after all"...

The swordsman on the side didn't take these two into consideration, and drew his sword with a clang, his figure suddenly flied away. During the gallop, the speed was as fast as a flash of lightning, and it was not a straight line distance, but a zigzag, a standard zigzag. bit.

His movements are brisk, and his saber technique is even more light, without even saying a word, he directly draws his saber and strikes. I don't know whether it is confidence in his strength, or he wants to try the opponent, or he wants to become famous in one battle.

Then, his figure suddenly stopped in front of the opponent, as if he had hit a mountain wall. Before his knife pierced in, his whole body was isolated by the majestic Gang Qi barrier. Too fast speed, too light knife , but became a drag.

He didn't expect that someone's stellar energy could reach seven feet away, so he bumped into it, and then knocked himself to vomit blood, breathless, then wiped his mouth, picked up the broken knife, and walked away with fists in his hands.

"Well-deserved reputation, farewell...!"

Shirataki: "..."

Judge: "..."