"Linghu Hua, we are here first today. If you want to come, you have to wait until we finish eating." Behind Yang Di, a young man shouted.
Linghu Hua sneered and said, "Who do you think you are? You dare to shout and drink in front of me. Are you looking for a beating?"
Yang Di also sneered, "Why, what he said is right. Even if you go to a pub to drink, there must be a first-come, first-served rule. Wait until the previous guests have finished eating before coming back. There is no reason to drive people away. I'm really not afraid of being so aggressive. Destroyed the reputation of your Linghu family?"
Uncle Zheng saw the two parties refusing to give in to each other, fearing that their fight would damage his shop, so he quickly came over to smooth things over with an apologetic smile on his face: "You two gentlemen, you two gentlemen, please don't fight. There is still freshly cooked meat in the shop. As long as Young Master Yang and the others have finished eating, I will serve it to Young Master Linghu right away."
Linghuhua glared at Uncle Zheng, "Maybe I would give in when I meet others, but I won't give in to Yangqi. Old Zheng, please retreat quickly. I have to go in today. Let's see who dares." stop!!"
"Linghuhua, there are other wine shops in this town, why do you have to fight with me?" Yang Di asked coldly.
"Hmph, I just want to fight with you, what can you do to me?" Linghuhua sneered.
As soon as he said this, the young men who followed Yang Di in the wine shop all stood up with a roar and glared at him. There were more than a dozen people behind Linghu Hua. Naturally, they would not give in. They also stared at the people inside with fierce expressions. Even several of Linghuhua's disciples put their hands on the handles of their knives at their waists.
When Yang Di saw it, he shouted coldly: "Linghu Hua, you don't even look where this is, how dare you draw your sword here!?"
Seeing that the two sides were at war with each other and would take action at any time, Uncle Zheng was frightened and a little confused. He hurriedly winked at Song Xin, hoping that he could say something to stop the fight between the two sides.
Song Xin gave a wry smile. He had just met Yang Di and others, and he didn't know if his words were of any use. When he was nervous, Uncle Zheng suddenly said in surprise: "Brother Zhang!"
It turned out that Zhang Xiuyang had arrived, and he and Song Xin agreed to meet here, saying that he had some friends he wanted to meet. But when I got here, I found someone fighting outside Uncle Zheng's tavern.
Zhang Xiuyang then looked at Song Xin and found that he seemed to be involved.
When Yang Xi and Ling Huhua saw Zhang Xiuyang, they also felt strange. Ordinary people would avoid such things, so why did this kid still get involved?
"Brother Song, what's going on?" Zhang Xiuyang asked, then glanced at Linghuhua and others, "Are they looking for trouble?"
Song Xin had no choice but to introduce: "Brother Yang, Brother Zhong, this is the Zhang Xiuyang I told you."
Zhong Yu and Yang Xi nodded when they saw that he was dressed like a sorcerer. Linghu Hua shouted: "Hey, who are you? It's none of your business here, so hurry up and go away, or you'll get hurt soon, so don't cry."
When Zhang Xiuyang heard this, this guy looked down on him. Just as he was about to retort, Song Xin stopped him and said, "This is their fight. Don't get involved."
Zhang Xiuyang snorted contemptuously and shook his head. Linghuhua thought he was scared, and his face became even more proud, "Hey, Yang Di, you really make friends with everyone. Do you still treat such a young boy like a guest?"
Yang Di's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he secretly complained in his heart about why he suddenly came at this time. Zhang Xiuyang didn't take Ling Huhua's sarcasm seriously and said with a smile, "You are still young."
Song Xin pulled his sleeves, signaling him to endure it temporarily, then walked to Zhong Yu and quietly
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Quietly whispered a few words to him. He also didn't want Uncle Zheng's shop to be affected. The latter nodded after hearing this.
Song Xin raised his hands to Linghuhua and was about to speak when Linghuhua glared and shouted: "Who are you? Are you Yang's dog? Get out of my way!"
Song Xin was startled and thought to himself that this guy has a really bad temper, but I, Song Xin, like to deal with those with a bad temper. Zhang Xiuyang found it amusing after hearing this. Although this Linghu Hua was irritable, in the eyes of practitioners like them, he was very childish.
"I'm Song Xin." He replied.
Linghuhua frowned, as if the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He saw that the other person was younger than him in age and appearance, and he was wearing ordinary clothes, so he thought he was one of Yang Di's followers. He simply waved his hand and said: "I haven't heard of you. Look at how short and thin you are. I'm talking to your master. You slave, get away from me."
Song Xin laughed when he heard this. He was over seven feet tall at least, but the other party even called him short.
When Linghu Hua saw the other party laughing, he thought he was mocking him and couldn't help but said angrily: "Yang Di, how do you discipline your subordinates?"
Song Xin was about to speak, but Yang Xi stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "These two are not my subordinates, but my friends. Linghuhua, did you deliberately provoke me today?"
Linghu Hua's face darkened and he said, "Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of you? I came here specifically to see you today, Yang Di, do you dare to come out and fight!"
At this time, Zhong Yu said with a sarcastic face: "Linghu Hua, with your ability, Brother Yang can make you lie down and eat sand in one round!"
Linghu Hua laughed heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "What a ridiculous joke, that was before, but now you may not even be able to defeat my men!"
Yang Di was also at a young age. He was aroused by the other party's words and shouted: "Don't boast. I, Yang Di, am not even afraid of Guo Mu. Will I be afraid of you?"
"Yangqi, since you are not convinced, let's make a bet. I have recently accepted a knight. Do you dare to compete with him? If you lose, kneel down, kowtow, and get out. What do you think? Do you dare?"
Song Xin was startled, this guy really came prepared today. In Piyong, it was not uncommon for a young master to bring his entourage and retainers, and Yang Di and others were not surprised.
"Keeper?" Yang Di was startled, and then laughed, "So that's it, after accepting a retainer, do you want to use other people's power to regain your face?"
"Hahaha, Linghuhua, you are not very capable, so you know how to rely on others!?" Amid the laughter of everyone, Linghuhua's face turned pale, "So what? Does the general want to go into battle on his own? Isn't he sitting in command? Make plans from behind!"
Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang laughed, thinking that this person was really a bit naive, comparing classmates' fights to commanding an army.
Just as Linghu Hua finished speaking, a man walked out of the crowd behind him. This man had a square, white and bluish face. He was only over six feet tall and was inconspicuous among the crowd. But he has a stout figure, and his arms and legs are thicker than those of the young men next to him. Everyone felt strange when they saw such a strange person.
Song Xin frowned slightly when she saw him. This man's face was really strange, as if he had been frozen in an ice cellar for several hours and his face had not yet recovered. Moreover, his limbs were also unusually thick.
Linghu Hua saw Yang Di frowning and thought he was scared. He raised his head and asked, "How do you think? Do you dare?"
Yang Di's face sank and he shouted at the man: "What are you competing for?"
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The short and stocky man seemed completely unafraid of Yang Di's background. He took a step forward and said, "Knife and gun boxing, horn butt and archery, whatever you want." His voice sounded buzzing, as if he was talking to a water tank. of.
Song Xin's brows furrowed even more, and the man's manner of speaking was also very strange. When ordinary people talk and open and close their mouths, they involuntarily move the muscles on their faces, but the flesh on this person's face is almost solidified, as if hyaluronic acid had been injected all over his face, and his muscles are stiff. Song Xin secretly investigated him and found that he was indeed a living person, and no death or corpse aura was found on his body. But it doesn’t feel like a living person.
"Xiaoyu, do you see what this is?"
"No, he's not a walking corpse, and he doesn't look like a puppet. It's really strange... Let's see what's special about him first, and then we can think of countermeasures." Xiaoyu has been paying attention to this person, but she didn't notice anything weird about him. s reason.
Linghu Hua chuckled: "Why, Yang Di, don't you dare to accept it? It's easy, just kneel down and kowtow together."
Yang Di couldn't stand such humiliation, "Okay, then let's fight with bare hands. The winner will be decided in one round."
The square-faced man said expressionlessly: "Okay."
When everyone left, Zhang Xiuyang happened to come to the tavern. Song Xin hurriedly called him over and briefly explained the matter. Zhang Xiuyang also looked at Linghuhua's retainers suspiciously, but he couldn't see any clues.
Everyone came to a slope outside Zhujia Town and stood in two groups, leaving an open space. The square-faced man walked to the center of the open space, looked at Yang Xi and said, "Master, come on, please go first."
Yang Di walked up to him and cupped his hands.
While the square-faced man held up his hand, he suddenly took action and punched Yang Di's face. His moves looked extremely ordinary, like a man who had never practiced martial arts and was full of flaws.
Yang Di was shocked. In normal competitions, he was required to be greeted by a courtesy, but this man actually took advantage of the courtesy to make a plot. He cursed. He raised his hand and moved it to the left, knocking away the opponent's fist, and then hit the square-faced man's cheek with his left fist.
After a successful punch, the young men behind Yang Di cheered in unison. But Linghu Hua spat fiercely, "Don't be too happy too soon!"
The square-faced man took a few steps back after being beaten, covering his face and twisting his neck.
Yang Ba looked at him coldly and cursed: "Despicable!"
Linghuhua didn't show any weakness, he laughed and said: "Yangqi, he is a villain to begin with. There is no such thing as despicable."
Although the square-faced man received a punch, he felt no pain. He rushed over again, swinging his fists, looking extremely ugly. Yang Di saw the flaw in his middle door, raised his foot and kicked his chin with a "pop" sound, knocking the man over on his back.
A crisp sound came, and everyone cheered loudly and mocked Linghu Hua opposite. But Linghu Hua had a playful smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.
"Hmph, Linghu Hua, you are nothing more than a retainer." Yang Di sneered.
Linghu Hua laughed loudly and said, "Yangqi, why are you so anxious? The fun is yet to come." Then he looked at the square-faced man and said, "Get up quickly!"
Everyone was surprised. The square-faced man stood up again and said in a loud voice: "Young Master Yang is so skilled. I'll give you a punch and a kick. I won't give in anymore."
Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang watched from behind, frowning at the same time. Zhang Xiuyang touched his chin and whispered: "This man is a bit weird. Why is he not afraid of being beaten?"
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