"Boy, you asked for this!" Cheng Ming stood up abruptly. The muscles all over his body began to swell, and his robes automatically moved without any wind. The majestic aura was actually at the level of Jingjin, which was already a level in the world. A real master.
Cheng Ming's body was full of energy and blood, and his horizontal kung fu was operating to the extreme. Chu Zhongan thought that if he fought against this guy now, he would not be able to gain any advantage.
The two young masters were not afraid at all when they saw Cheng Ming's astonishing aura. The young master in white even said disdainfully: "He's all flesh and no brains!"
Cheng Ming was insulted one after another and almost lost his mind. He put his foot on the table and flew up into the air. He punched the young man in white. The fist made a buzzing sound due to the violent friction between the fist and the air. The power was evident.
The young man in white was motionless as if he was frightened. Seeing that he was about to be hit by Cheng Ming, many people screamed in surprise.
Seeing this, Cheng Ming was confident of winning. He was confident that with one punch, the ignorant boy in white would be seriously injured, even if he didn't die.
However, everyone's imagination of the young man in white being smashed away did not appear. The one who flew upside down turned out to be Cheng Ming.
The young man in white still didn't move, but Cheng Ming felt that there was an invisible wall blocking all his attacks. The next moment, a terrifying force burst out from the young man in white and knocked Cheng Ming away.
"It's broken, it hit the iron plate..." Cheng Ming was shocked. As he flew upside down, his brain began to work at high speed, looking for countermeasures.
The young man in white suddenly changed his expression. It turned out that Cheng Ming was about to knock down the table he was interested in.
Cheng Ming no longer has to think about it now, because the young man in white has already taken action.
Just when Cheng Ming was about to hit the wooden table, the young man in white suddenly moved. He came to Cheng Ming in an instant with elegant movement and grabbed Cheng Ming's collar with one hand.
Cheng Ming had no time to react and was grabbed by the young man in white, so that he did not hit the wooden table behind him.
"I will fight with you!" Cheng Ming had no power to resist in front of the young man in white, and he yelled out in anger.
The young man in white clothes remained calm and did not speak. There was a strange light shining in his eyes.
Cheng Ming and the young man in white looked at each other, his expression was dull, as if he was stupid.
The entire teahouse suddenly fell silent. Everyone was watching the fight between the two, but the two men did not move.
"What's going on? Is Mr. Cheng stupid?"
"Haven't you heard that real masters fight with their minds? I see these two people have entered the inner scene. This is a real powerful battle. We have caught up with it. Xinle City is really full of masters."
"My darling, are you so strong? I didn't expect Master Cheng to be such a terrifying reclusive master. He is so well hidden."
The onlookers talked a lot, and their guesses became increasingly unreliable. Chu Zhongan just smiled helplessly when he heard these words. He naturally did not believe that this big man named Cheng Ming could fight with his mind. After all, Cheng Ming only had spirit. His strength in the mid-term is no better than what he is now, and he is confident that he can easily defeat the opponent when he really gets started.
Chu Zhongan noticed the twinkling light in the white-clothed young master's eyes, and he vaguely felt the aura.
"So strong..." Chu Zhongan couldn't help but sigh.
"Brother, are you talking about these two people? They both seem to be at the Jinjin level. I feel like they can't beat me with the momentum they are exuding now...how are they stronger..." Liu Ziling said in surprise.
"The man named Cheng Ming is just an average expert, but the young man in white is unfathomable!"
Before Liu Ziling could answer, some changes occurred in the battle between the two men in front.
Cheng Ming suddenly moved, and the young man in white loosened his grip on Cheng Ming's collar.
"Ah..." A miserable howl suddenly came from Cheng Ming's mouth. His expression was ferocious, as if he had experienced something terrible.
Cheng Ming was trembling all over, and he said while backing up: "Brother, third brother, fourth brother, everyone, don't blame me for your death. I really wasn't the one who colluded with the bandits in Jinghong Mountain to go down the mountain to rob escorts. Stop pestering me. , don’t come over!”
His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen a terrifying ghost.
Cheng Ming retreated all the way to the entrance of the teahouse. The moment he stepped out of the teahouse, he suddenly stopped and remained motionless as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. The weather today was not so hot, but Cheng Ming's clothes were already covered in cold sweat. wet.
"Were those scenes just caused by you?" Cheng Ming looked at the young man in black with timid eyes and whispered.
The young man in white ignored him and walked straight towards Cheng Ming's original table.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Ming shouted loudly outside the restaurant door, "Your Excellency is so good at it. I admire it. This position belongs to you. Cheng Mou takes leave!"
The young man in white picked up the two gold ingots on the wooden table and threw them towards Cheng Ming.
"I won't bully you, just keep the money!" The young man in black said coldly.
Cheng Ming steadily took the gold ingot. He frowned and thought for a moment before putting the ingot into his arms. Then he clasped his fists and shouted, "Farewell!" After that, he left the teahouse without looking back.
The young man in white swaggered and sat in the seat that originally belonged to Cheng Ming. He smiled at the young man in black and said, "It's done, come and sit down!"
The young man in black didn't say anything. He walked behind the table and sat down. He never took action during the conflict between the two and Cheng Ming.
The young man in white looked at the storyteller and smiled: "Go on!"
The storyteller was very obedient and started talking immediately. In order to make the two powerful and wealthy young men listen more happily, the storyteller summarized in detail what he had said before.
Liu Ziling came close to Chu Zhongan and whispered: "Brother, what's going on? What did the young man in white do?"
Chu Zhongan shook his head and said: "This guy's cultivation is unpredictable, and I didn't notice it, but it seems that Cheng Ming has done a lot of bad things."
Liu Ziling's face was full of curiosity, and he could only focus on the discussions around him.
"Is this the end? What kind of duel of minds, that's not the case at all."
"Yeah, I thought Cheng Ming was really a peerless warrior just now. I didn't expect that he would give in without any clue. It really embarrasses our Xinle City."
"No matter how bad Cheng Ming is, he is still a famous master in the world. The young man in white can actually win without a fight. Either he has extreme strength or is extremely powerful. No matter which Cheng Ming is, it is not a shame."
"Come with me and think about it. Let me tell you, the Xinghe Sect is now a thing of the past. These two young masters are most likely to be from New Korea, either from a famous family or from a big sect."
Everyone was not dissatisfied with the storyteller's behavior. They were still full of doubts about the previous conflict and were still discussing. The audience was a little noisy.
What a discerning eye the teahouse owner has. At this time, the tables of the two young masters have been quickly cleared by several waiters, and all kinds of food have been placed again. Whether it is tea or food, they are all of the highest quality in the teahouse.
The two young masters listened carefully to the book, but were disturbed by the noisy environment behind them. The young master in black frowned and looked back. The discussion in the teahouse immediately stopped. Judging from the various behaviors of the two young masters, they were all annoying. Everyone naturally knows how to afford this guy and doesn't dare to provoke them.
Next, almost only the storyteller was talking in the teahouse. Everyone in the audience listened carefully and stopped talking.
After talking for half an hour, the storyteller's story came to an end.
"The three armies of Jin'an and Anhui were overwhelming. The Northern Liao cavalry stationed troops in the Snowy Mountains. General Song Dazu personally led his bodyguards to the Snowy Mountains to invite the saints to come out. However, these people did not invite the saints. They never came out after entering the mountains."
"Later, people discovered a cave while climbing the Snowy Mountains. All the Northern Liao cavalry, including Song Dazu, were turned into ice sculptures. A generation of generals did not die on the battlefield, but died in vain in the Snowy Mountains."
"The leaderless Northern Liao cavalry are no match for the Jin'an Army. They can only retreat to the capital."
"At the critical moment, the King of Northern Liao was still immersed in the tenderness of his concubine Xi Niang. Facing the Jin'an army approaching the city, the Ming Dynasty king of Northern Liao actually listened to Xi Niang's persuasion and chose to surrender without a fight."
"This is destiny! With the power of the Northern Liao King, if he had not doted on Xi Niang and interfered with state affairs, Jin'an would not have been able to invade Yingzhou."
"If the Great Patriarch of the Song Dynasty can invite the saints to come out of the mountain, and coupled with the command of the General Song Dynasty, the Northern Liao cavalry will be able to fight against the Jin and An armies with added strength."
"If the King of Northern Liao is not bewitched by Xi Niang and the elite cavalry of Northern Liao are still there, as long as all the remaining troops are gathered together and the king personally takes charge, it doesn't matter if the three armies of Jin'an and Jinan are all out, they will be able to be driven back!"
The storyteller patted Xingmu and said excitedly: "The times were bad, and the woman ruined the country! The fall of the Northern Liao Dynasty was due to God's will, and history is so similar. Today's events resound the lamentations of yesterday. It is sad and lamentable!"
"Okay!" "Well said!" The audience applauded and applauded continuously, but two people in the audience looked very ugly.
Liu Ziling, who was watching the excitement, also applauded, but when he looked at Chu Zhongan, he was shocked.
At this time, Chu Zhongan's face was ashen and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing anger.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Liu Ziling asked with concern.
Chu Zhongan ignored him, but slammed the wooden table in front of him and shouted loudly: "That's nonsense!"
This statement immediately attracted everyone's attention. The storyteller who was enjoying the adulation of everyone also looked at Chu Zhongan and frowned: "This little brother, why did you say this?"
Chu Zhongan stood up suddenly and walked towards the storyteller and said, "Excuse me, are you from Yingzhou?"
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then said with a cold face: "So what?"
Seeing Chu Zhongan getting closer and closer, the storyteller's face became more and more ugly. Chu Zhongan walked to the first row of tables and stopped. He said loudly with a cold face: "You old bastard, you are good at telling stories." It makes some sense, but you should be damned if you distort history and randomly include private goods!"
The storyteller pretended to be calm and said: "This guest, please don't talk nonsense. I have personally experienced that era, how can I be wrong!"
"You just made two big mistakes. First, you belittled the strength of the Jin'an Army. The Jin'an Army is powerful in the world and looks down upon everyone. Even if you, the Northern Liao cavalry, face one of them alone, they are no match. Even if Song Dazu doesn't Even if he dies and invites a saint, Bei Liao won’t have the slightest chance!”
"It's not like there are no saints in Jin'an. Which one of the three kings today can the Great Patriarch of Song be compared to?" At this point, Chu Zhongan's expression became strange. The three armies of Jin'an are the pride of Jin'an, but the commander of the three armies is the biggest in Jin'an. traitor…
