Those pieces of embroidery were embroidered by Guan Wenchang all night long. They were the crystallization of his hard work. How could he just watch others take them away?
Besides, those little gangsters came to seize his Qiankun ring again. Guan Wenchang was so anxious that he couldn't care so much. He took out a pair of scissors from his arms, pushed those little gangsters away, raised the scissors and pointed at the drunkard-faced man. The man stabbed him and shouted at the same time: "Evil thief, if you dare to steal my things, see if I don't stab you to death!"
Looking at his posture and wearing women's clothes, he looked like a shrew fighting for his life. It was extremely funny. When Xue Wuhen and Qin'er saw him, they couldn't help but hide their mouths and snicker.
The drunk-faced man uses his power to bully others and relies on his reputation as a street fighter. He can do whatever he wants, thinking that an outsider would not dare to do anything to him.
Unexpectedly, he went too far and offended Guan Wenchang, who had always been timid and cowardly. He couldn't help but get mad and actually took out a pair of scissors and stabbed him.
A drunken-faced man who calls himself a street fighter was caught off guard and was actually scratched on the face by scissors. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and dodged sideways, otherwise his eyes would have been blinded by the sharp scissors. .
The Street Fighter's face was already ugly, with spots like lees all over his face, like a honeycomb. Now he was stabbed by Guan Wenchang, and the scarlet blood gurgled out, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.
But the Street Fighter didn't wipe it away. Instead, he licked the blood on his face with relish and said in surprise: "Oh, you stabbed me? How dare you, a man and a woman, to attack me with a knife?"
Seeing the ferocious look of the street fighter, Guan Wenchang became panicked. While waving the scissors to prevent the gangsters from getting closer, he squeaked: "This... is what you force... force me to do. You bully people too much." , I...this is just self-defense!"
"Heh, a grown man actually uses a pair of scissors to defend himself?"
Seeing Qin'er from a distance, she smiled and said: "Guan Wenchang is really different. It's a shame he figured it out. Haha, it's really funny."
Xue Wuhen said: "He is an embroiderer, so he naturally carries scissors. It is not surprising that he unconsciously took them out for self-defense when he was in a hurry."
Seeing what he said, it was clear that Xue Wuhen was a considerate person. Thinking of what he said, it was obviously sarcastic. Compared with Xue Wuhen's broad-mindedness, Qin'er felt a little ashamed, and her face immediately changed. She showed a shy look, just like the clouds emerging, and she was extremely beautiful.
When Xue Wuhen saw it, she was surprised and said: "Qin'er, sometimes you look like a woman? Like a shy girl?"
Qin'er blurted out: "People are... just like this. What's so strange about this?"
Before he finished speaking, he added: "Take Guan Wenchang for example. He is a dignified man of nine feet. He is tall and powerful, just like Guan Yu, but sometimes he is also coquettish, like a woman?"
"Well, that's true." Xue Wuhen thought it made sense and didn't think much about it.
Guan Wenchang held the scissors and waved them around to prevent the ruffians from snatching his embroidery pictures and the Qiankun ring.
But what role can a pair of small scissors play? One of the tall and thin men flew out with a kick and kicked the scissors from Guan Wenchang's hand with a snap, and then kicked Guan Wenchang to the ground with a whirlwind kick.
The villains laughed loudly, and the street fighter said ferociously: "What the hell, you dare to hurt me with scissors?! Hmph, brothers, hit me and kick him to death!"
The street fighter gave the order, and his brothers immediately agreed. They came over and punched and kicked Guan Wenchang without caring about the life or death of others.
In fact, there were many people watching on the street, but they were all afraid of this group of gangsters, so no one dared to defend Guan Wenchang, or even dared to say a fair word for him. They could only watch helplessly as this group of thugs bullied others. .
In front of everyone, Guan Wenchang was humiliated repeatedly and beaten in public. Guan Wenchang became angry and suddenly shouted: "I will fight with you!"
With a touch on the Qiankun Ring, as the light danced, suddenly there was a big knife in his hand. The big knife was radiant with light, and the green dragon on the knife was about to burst out, as if it wanted to reach the sky and fight the sky!
When the Street Fighter saw it, his eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Oh, this sword is great. This is a valuable treasure. You are wise enough to give me the sword!"
When Qin'er heard this, she yelled angrily: "That sour-faced man is so shameless. He took away Guan Wenchang's money and wanted to steal some embroidery pieces. Now when he saw the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, he actually said that Guan Wenchang wanted to give it to him!"
Humph, such a tyrannical and domineering person is really disgusting! "
After hearing the words of the street fighter, Guan Wenchang became even more furious. He swung the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and slashed through Huashan with one move. The blade's sharp edge, like snow and frost, surged out wildly.
"Ah ha, you dare to kill me?"
Although the Street Fighter was not afraid of Guan Wenchang, he also knew that the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was extraordinary. If he was hit by it, he would definitely die. When he saw the sword slashing down, he jumped out of the way.
The knife couldn't cut the street fighter, and it hit the ground directly. With a bang, sparks flew and earth and rocks flew. It actually cut a gully several feet long in the hard street surface, which scared the gangsters and grinned. , screamed.
However, the Street Fighter's eyes revealed a fiery and greedy light, and he swooped forward quickly, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and snatched the Qinglong Yanyue Sword with his hands.
"Evil thief, don't even think about taking my sword!"
Guan Wenchang swung his sword in a sweeping sweep and forced the street fighter back. Although his moves were precise and accurate, because the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was too heavy and he had just learned martial arts, his movements were too slow, giving his opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him.
The Street Fighter seized an opening, rushed forward, grabbed the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and shouted: "Let go!"
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword was bought by Xueguan Zhang and Qin'er together with a thousand taels of gold. It witnessed a sincere and precious friendship. It was of extraordinary significance. How could it be taken away by a local ruffian?
If it were taken away by him, wouldn't his dirty hands taint this pure friendship and this peerless sword?
Therefore, Guan Wenchang refused to let go no matter what. He held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword tightly with both hands and pulled it hard into his arms.
Seeing that Guan Wenchang refused to let go, the street fighter fought hard to grab the knife while kicking Guan Wenchang. Several other thugs also assisted in the attack, punching and kicking Guan Wenchang. While beating him, he shouted: "Let go, no!" Let us go and we will beat you to death!"
Under the gang fight of several villains, although Guan Wenchang was a powerful man, he was eventually outnumbered and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was taken away by the street fighter.
After winning the sword, the Street Fighter laughed wildly and said: "A sword matches a hero. This sword should be owned by someone like me. How can you, a man and woman, be worthy of using such a sword? Doesn't it taint him? Haha?" Ha ha!"
The pair of thieves' eyes turned around, and suddenly the fierce light became fierce, and he shouted: "Why don't I test the knife with you, and see if the edge of this precious knife is not sharp!"
With one move, the broadsword slashed down on Guan Wenchang's head.
When the onlookers nearby saw this, they secretly cursed the street fighter for his wickedness. He took other people's things for no reason and also killed people. It was so lawless and unforgivable!
But they were just ordinary people. Although they were not angry, they did not dare to speak out, lest they be killed.
Seeing that Guan Wenchang was about to die an untimely death, he was killed by his Qinglong Yanyue Sword. However, Guan Wenchang was grabbed by several other villains and could not escape, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.
At this moment, he heard a loud cry from the Street Fighter. His hand shook, and the sword he slashed down swung to the left. He did not hit Guan Wenchang, but cut off an arm of one of his brothers. In an instant, blood flowed like blood. The water gushed out, causing the man to scream and roll all over the ground in pain.
The Street Fighter suddenly became furious. He clearly felt something hit his hand just now. His hand shook, and then he missed the target and cut off his brother's arm.
Then he waved his knife and yelled: "Who plotted against me? Get out of here!"
"It's you who should get out!"
As soon as Street Fighter's words came out, he suddenly heard a loud shout, and suddenly a white shadow shot out like lightning. Before Street Fighter could see clearly what it was, he was kicked out and fell to the ground. After eighteen rolls, he stood up, only to see a young man standing in front of him.
The young man was dressed in white and looked elegant. He was holding a vine in his hand and stood tall in front of everyone, giving people a feeling of standing out from the crowd. He was so aloof.
Needless to say, this young man in white clothes is Xue Wuhen. At the critical moment, it was he who shot a branch and hit the street fighter's hand, causing the sword to miss, and Guan Wenchang escaped.
The Street Fighter looked at Xue Wuhen and said in surprise: "Boy, just... was it you who kicked me just now?
For such a local ruffian, Xue Wuhen didn't even bother to look at him. He just said sternly: "In broad daylight and the world is bright, you actually kill people on the street? And you still steal people's money and kill people for goods! Isn't it too rampant?!"
Suddenly seeing Xue Wuhen appear, Guan Wenchang felt as if he had met his savior. He was so excited that he couldn't say a word. He just stared at Xue Wuhen in a daze, his eyes full of shame and gratitude.
At this moment, Qin'er, like a flying swallow, also flew over, squinting at the Street Fighter and sneered: "Haha, what a loud tone, a drunk-faced scoundrel, a local gangster, dare to call himself a Street Fighter? Do you deserve the title of Overlord?"
When the drunk-faced man heard this, the ferocious light in his eyes rose sharply, and he turned into anger without realizing it. He shouted: "You two ignorant people, how dare you come to interfere with my business? Humph, let's see if I don't chop you up!"
With that said, he swung the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and slashed at Xue Wuhen with his head covered.
When the knife went down, brilliance flew, but Xue Wuhen was nowhere to be seen. The street fighter was shocked and knew that he had met an expert.
At this time, I heard Xue Wuhen's sneer: "Today, let me see how you, a street fighter, can dominate the law?"
The Street Fighter was about to turn around when suddenly a monster descended from the sky like a snake and slapped him in the face.
The Street Fighter let out a strange cry, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on his face, and bright red blood flowed out. His already ugly face looked even more hideous and terrifying, as scary as a hanged ghost.
