"It's Mr. Yun!"
The noisy drinkers in the room suddenly seemed to quiet down. They all looked towards the door, and Zhang Lang also looked along.
I saw a young man entering the inn with a sword in hand. This man was slender, wearing a blue and white attire, with a silver gem pendant around his neck. He had a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing. He was followed by a group of people. An attendant carrying luggage.
Although Mr. Yun is also a martial artist, his appearance and demeanor are obviously not on the same level as those other rough-looking guys. As soon as he came in, he attracted everyone's attention!
The master and servant found an empty seat and sat down, and the waiter immediately came to greet them.
Without Mr. Yun having to say anything, the servant beside him took out a piece of silver and ordered:
"Just bring your store's signature wine and food, and prepare an upper room. My young master will spend the night here tonight!"
The waiter received the money and immediately went to prepare with a smile on his face.
"Who is this?" Some people in the crowd didn't recognize him.
"You don't even know about him?" There is always someone who likes popular science next to him:
"The third young master of the Feiyun Sect is known as Yi Jian Wu Ying. He is famous for his sharp sword with his left hand. He is the leader of the younger generation in the martial arts world! It is said that the first batch of hero cards sent by the Shen family belongs to this young master Yun. share!"
"I'm so envious...Why didn't you give me a piece as well..."
"Just you? You can do it if you want. The Shen family stipulates that no matter whether it is stealing or robbing, as long as you can hold the hero card and visit the Shen Mansion tomorrow morning, you can be shortlisted for the competition! If you want it, go directly to Mr. Yun to grab it. ah!"
"Me? Forget it, I still want it in my head..."
While the two were chatting and laughing, they suddenly saw a tall man stand up, go straight to Mr. Yun's table, and sit down opposite him.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the lobby was shocked. Mr. Yun was also slightly stunned. The slave next to him stood up:
"Where did you come from? Are you worthy of sitting across from my young master?" He said, raising his hand to drive him away!
But the man raised his hand and grabbed the little slave's wrist. With just a little force, the boy screamed in pain.
Needless to say, this person is Zhang Lang!
After being strengthened, his fire attribute reached as high as twenty-five points, which was several times higher than that of an ordinary person! He is tall and strong, and coupled with the overload of exercise brought about by his regenerative talent, his muscles are as strong as cast iron! In terms of brute strength, it is more than twenty times better than ordinary people. It is indeed easy to deal with an ordinary slave.
Mr. Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Lang: "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Zhang Lang let go of the little slave: "I heard that you have a hero post, borrow it and use it!"
"Haha..." Mr. Yun was amused by his request and shook his head:
"The thing is on me. You can come and get it. The prerequisite is that you have the ability!"
"Then you're welcome!"
Zhang Lang raised his left hand to grab Mr. Yun, but he saw him raise his sword and hit Zhang Lang's wrist. The scabbard cut a red mark on Zhang Lang's forearm, but it did not move his wrist!
"Good wrist strength!"
Mr. Yun turned around and gave way, flipped his wrist, and swung the long sword with its sheath, as fast as thunder, and struck the radius bone of Zhang Lang's wrist with a snap!
With this slap, Mr. Yun used his true strength, and the distal end of the human radius is a weak point that is easily broken. If an ordinary person is slapped with this, his hand will basically be useless!
But who would have expected that when the scabbard hit Zhang Lang's wrist, it bounced up, as if there were not two bones in the forearm, but two steel bars!
Strengthened Iron Bones indeed live up to its reputation!
Seeing the thick wrist sweeping over and grabbing him again, Mr. Yun finally became serious. He slapped the table, jumped up, unsheathed his long sword, and stabbed Zhang Lang's forearm!
With a pop, the sharp sword tip pierced the skin, opened up the muscles, inserted directly through the gap between the two forearm bones, and penetrated out!
But even so, it still didn't stop Zhang Lang's attack. He continued to wave his arm, scratching the edge of the sword with his flesh, jamming the sword with his bones, and grabbed Mr. Yun's collar!
Then, under the shocked gaze of the young master, he rounded up his other fist and slammed it on his chin!
Boom! !
This punch was so powerful that it knocked Mr. Yun out of the inn door, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and remained motionless.
This means that people who practice martial arts have a strong physique. Otherwise, if an ordinary person's jaw is hit by this punch, the mandible will be broken!
Even so, the blow to the chin caused a concussion, making Mr. Yun unconscious and unconscious.
Looking at Zhang Lang again, Mr. Yun's sword is still stuck on the forearm of his left hand. He raised his right hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out. The blade of the sword cut the flesh and scraped the bones with a sound that made all the drinkers frown and frown.
Zhang Lang didn't even look at the wound, and walked to the unconscious Mr. Yun with his sword. The slave was sincere, holding a sharp knife to protect his master:
"Don't come here!"
Zhang Lang raised his sword and was so frightened that the slave's hands trembled. When he closed his eyes, he heard a clang. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sword was thrown beside Mr. Yun, and the scary big man was looking at him.
"Give me the hero post!"
The little slave was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the big man's glare, he was startled. He hurriedly found a black iron plate from his baggage and threw it to Zhang Lang tremblingly.
Zhang Lang took a look, nodded, turned and left.
He couldn't stay in this inn. He snatched the hero post just to enter the Shen Mansion. He was hunting for reincarnations who might participate in the martial arts contest to attract a bride. He didn't want to cause other trouble.
What's more, he was able to knock out Mr. Yun only by relying on his fearless and unexpected attack!
After all, from the beginning to the end, he just reached out to grab his collar and punched him. No one had ever seen such a fierce man, who still had no expression on his face even after his arm was pierced. Mr. Yun was also caught off guard.
It can also be seen from the sword he stabbed himself that this young master's strength and reaction are far beyond ordinary people, and his sword moves are also very precise. If the two of them get into position and fight head-on, Zhang Lang will never be so relaxed. Even if he wants to win, he can only rely on his body to resist the sword, and he will win a bloody victory!
If Mr. Yun wants to seek revenge, it will delay his hunting.
As for whether Mr. Yun could be a reincarnator?
Based on Zhang Lang’s experience, it’s definitely not the case!
First, reincarnators generally do not act alone;
Secondly, when reincarnators enter the world, they usually do not have a very prominent and famous identity;
Thirdly, Mr. Yun’s dress and every move are very in line with the background of this era!
The reincarnators all come from a world where technology is more advanced than Zhang Lang's hometown. The living customs and language habits are very different from here. It is impossible to be flawless.
After leaving, Zhang Lang did not choose a decent inn or hotel. Instead, he found a large car shop near the city gate, paid a few copper coins, and stayed temporarily.
Compared to the decent and comfortable guest rooms in the inn, the conditions here are much more difficult.
There were ten or twenty people sleeping in a large bunk bed, all sharing the same bed. The air was filled with the smell of foot odor and sweat, and any knight of some status would probably not be able to bear it.
But Zhang Lang didn't care. Rather, he missed this strong "human touch" after surviving alone in the apocalypse for more than a year.
Soon, the sky gradually darkened. Zhang Lang went to bed early and fell asleep, planning to recuperate and report to Shen Mansion early tomorrow.
But suddenly, his ears moved and he heard noises coming from outside. It seemed like someone was fighting...
