Xiao Hei forcefully swallowed the last candied haws into his mouth and chewed it loudly.
It gives the middle-aged man the illusion that the young man in front of him is using his short life to enjoy the last moment of deliciousness and glory.
How can I still think about whether or how to run away?
A poor guy in a wheelchair wants to run, but where can he run?
Just when he was thinking about whether to pick up a sword and chop down the middle-aged man in front of him, when he was thinking about plotting against this shameless guy who bullied the younger ones.
Xiao Hei's ears moved quickly a few times, and then he laughed.
He shook his head and said, "No need for the time being."
Then the middle-aged man who was only a foot away from him laughed, his smile brighter than the sun in the sky, and the middle-aged man was confused for a moment.
"Your surname is Wang?!" Xiao Hei licked the bamboo stick on which the candied haws were skewered, looking reluctant, and then gently threw it out.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect that his Xingzang would be revealed to an ordinary cripple, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Looking at Xiao Hei, he shouted coldly: "So what? I don't know you!"
In his opinion, even if Xiaohei talks nonsense, he won't be able to let you go easily.
Xiao Hei sighed and said quietly: "I also know that you are the third scoundrel in Beiqi, no, it is the third sword! I am the first sword I've seen it before, I've seen the second sword too, but I didn't expect..."
To be precise, the middle-aged man in front of him was the third cultivator of the distraction realm in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
The old Taoist priest was the one with the highest cultivation level. The second was Gao Long, the national preceptor who was blinded by him and fell into the realm. The guy in front of him was a monk named Wang Yijian who worked hard for money.
The old Taoist priest in the inn looked at the panicked young man and said with a smile: "Don't panic, he's not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Qingyu, who was sitting aside and chewing chicken legs, poured a glass of wine for the old Taoist priest: "Master, let's have a drink first. Xiao Hei has a big life, so let him play first."
After he finished, he looked at the young man in front of him and smiled: "Do you want to eat more?"
The young man looked at the master and apprentice in front of him with some confusion, and couldn't help but ask: "Is that guy outside the inn really your brother?"
In his opinion, how could a young man with no cultivation be a match for that vicious man?
Qingyu thought for a while and replied: "Absolutely. There are a lot of dishes here. Do you want to eat more?"
The young man shook his head and said, "I'll go out and see him."
The old Taoist priest sighed and stopped him: "Don't disturb his mind, just stay here."
Little Hei outside the inn didn't know who was in front of him. It was just the old Taoist priest who communicated with him in the inn and told him some information about the guy in front of him.
Tell him to be careful.
Unexpectedly, when Xiao Hei thought of the National Preceptor who was injured in his hands, he felt warlike in his heart and wanted to try the third master of Northern Qi.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to speak sarcastically.
Wang Yijian frowned slightly when he heard this. The nonsense of the young man in front of him could not make him angry. After all, he was past the age of anger.
Xiao Hei's words were obviously either a mistake or a mistake. Even the boss in front of him didn't know that he was the third-ranked master in Northern Qi.
But the young man in front of him revealed his origin in one sentence, which made him confused.
For him, it was just a matter of one sword strike to deal with the guy in front of him, but since this guy could see his origin, it meant that the people in the future would definitely not be simple.
As soon as they met, he couldn't make up his mind.
He could kill the arrogant guy in front of him with a wave of his hand, but he was afraid that he would make a grudge against someone. With his level of cultivation, how could he easily provoke someone with a level similar to his own?
The Imperial Master of Northern Qi?
Besides the Northern Qi Imperial Master, who else in Jianzhou City has such a level? Can it threaten your own existence?
Wang Yijian didn't know the old Taoist priest on Qingniu Mountain, because the old man was content in his own world. If it weren't for Xiaohei and Qingyu, he wouldn't even have set foot outside the boundaries of Xifenzhou.
In his eyes, there is only the Imperial Master of the Imperial City.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Xiao Hei and asked: "Are you a disciple of the Imperial Master?!"
As a person in the state of distraction, he had never been afraid of people, but the Imperial Master of Northern Qi was someone he did not want to and could not provoke.
Because behind the Imperial Master is the Northern Qi Dynasty.
In Wang Yijian's heart, apart from the Imperial Master, the people in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty who needed to be feared by him were also the unborn old monks in the temple, and they were not worthy of his fear.
Although the eminent monks in the Buddhist temple were probably too distracted, he didn't need to worry about those old guys who were just not born after all.
But in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty, no one dared to take action against the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor. Everyone knew that when the Imperial Preceptor was angry, he could use the whole country to arrest his opponent.
So Wang Yijian stared at the young man in front of him. He couldn't understand why the disciples of the Imperial Master who were far away in the Imperial City came to Jianzhou City?
Xiao Hei looked at him and shook his head, moved his body slightly, trying to sit more comfortably.
Although he was startled by the old Taoist priest's message, the guy in front of him turned out to be in the state of distraction.
But when he saw Wang Yijian's left hand lying beside the sword, he felt unhappy again.
Seeing Wang Yijian's confused look, Xiao Hei shook his head: "He, he's not worthy of being my master."
Unlike his brother, Xiao Hei has only one master, Long Qingfeng, who went to the South China Sea with Xiao Bai to find the ancient blue dragon.
The old Taoist priest refused to accept him, and the old monk didn't say anything about accepting him.
After all, it seems that my brother has always played the role of master. In this way, two peerless old guys have simply become the hands-off shopkeepers.
Throw all the responsibility of this master on my brother.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hei couldn't help laughing. He was distracted. I have killed so many distracted masters in the wild wilderness. I want to cry when I look at the distracted masters in the Shura Heaven Realm.
Although he was very prosperous in the past, he had to be very alert now to be prepared for this guy to suddenly use his sword to hurt someone.
However, Xiao Hei didn't know that a meticulous person like Wang Yijian would never make a random move without understanding his opponent's situation.
Although in his eyes Xiao Hei is just a guy who is not even an ant.
It was lonely outside the inn. Even the waiter who was watching the excitement outside was called in by the shopkeeper. If he was accidentally injured, who would he ask for the medicine money?
Wang Yijian was stunned. He obviously did not expect that Xiao Hei was not a disciple of the Imperial Master, and it seemed that this guy did not know the Imperial Master.
He also looked dismissive at all, this...
Taking a deep breath and looking at Xiao Hei, who was disdainful of Yi Jian, Wang Yijian, as a great monk, seemed to have made a decision.
So, like an ordinary person, he gently unsheathed the sword wrapped in black cloth.
The long sword did not give him a peerless murderous aura as Xiao Hei imagined, but when it was unsheathed, it blocked the sunlight falling in the sky.
In Xiao Hei's eyes, the sky in front of the inn suddenly lost its original color.
Xiao Hei took a deep breath, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed very depressing.
Wang Yijian looked at Xiao Hei who looked calm and said with a smile: "Your reaction really surprised me, because no one has ever dared to be so calm in front of me."
Xiao Hei did not speak, but silently stroked the sword in his hand.
From Wang Yijian's point of view, the reckless young man in front of him was indeed a careless child, and he actually played with a sword in front of him.
He used the long sword forged by his employer to cut off the thin bamboo branches in his hand.
This is something only children can play... Unexpectedly, the boy in front of him, who was not afraid of death, would play with his handle carelessly just when he was about to draw his sword.
The shopkeeper and waiters hiding in the inn were shocked. The young man in front of the door was so brave!
How could he be so natural in the face of a peerless expert who was respected by the world and dare not even look at him?
"Actually, I have something to say to you."
Xiao Hei leaned on the wheelchair, gently touched the long sword and bamboo branches in his hands, and said softly: "Actually, I am very afraid of death, so you can't kill me!"
When Xiao Hei said this, everyone, including the man in black holding the horse not far away, expressed their agreement with silence. Who is not afraid of death?
Even the waiters and shopkeepers hiding in the inn predicted that as long as the sword in the man's hand was swung out, the boy in the wheelchair would be splattered with blood.
Wang Yijian took a step forward, smiled and said, "Could it be that you want to ask me for mercy?"
The old Taoist priest in the inn had a look of satisfaction on his face. Even when facing a master of the distraction realm like Wang Yijian, Xiao Hei still didn't flinch.
It seems that my decision was right, this is an interesting little guy.
Qingyu watched the old Taoist priest take out a knife and put it on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself that even if Xiaohei couldn't win, there was still a powerful master here! ???????????????
After thinking for a while, he said: "Master, you can't accidentally hurt my brother. There are two little guys at home waiting for my brother to come home."
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The young man looked at the old Taoist priest, thought for a moment and asked, "Senior, will everything be okay?"
After all, this happened because of him, and he didn't want Xiao Hei to be injured by that middle-aged man's sword, because he couldn't see that guy's cultivation at all.
In his eyes, the middle-aged men looked like Xiao Hei with no realm.
But the appearance of Qingyu and the old Taoist priest in front of him was also something he couldn't understand, so he believed that his cultivation level was low.
The old Taoist priest looked at the young man, shook his head, and said softly: "He really has no cultivation."
So, he could only watch the old Taoist priest shout in panic: "We can't let anything happen to him, it's all because of me..."
Qingyu looked at his appearance and couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Don't be afraid, my younger brother is more courageous."
"Are you just braver?"
The young man was stunned and speechless when he heard this. A scalding teapot appeared in front of his eyes, a scene that he would always remember deeply, a scene of extreme horror.
The young man just waved his hand and used a pot of boiling tea to scare away the man in black who was attacking with a sword...
Xiao Hei looked at Wang Yijian, who was slowly walking towards him step by step, and grinned.
He looked directly into the opponent's eyes very rudely, without a trace of fear in his eyes, even if the next moment his opponent slashed with his sword, he would bleed on the spot.
Huoran raised his head, and there was a trace of sarcasm and a slight smile in Xiaohei's eyes.
Looking at Wang Yijian, he said coldly: "Ask God and ask that idiot Gao Long, when did I ever ask for mercy? As long as you dare to cut me with a sword, my brother will hunt you to the end of the world!!! "
"A monk who is in the realm of distracted mind is actually reduced to looking after other people's homes and courtyards? You might as well wipe your own neck with your sword first, I will be embarrassed for you!"
"You are shameless. I guess that idiot Gao Long still has shame..."
Xiao Hei held his breath for a long time, threw it all at Wang Yijian's head, and started cursing regardless.
Wang Yijian was stunned. It was obvious that no one had ever dared to teach him such a lesson. In an instant, he actually forgot to kill this young man who didn't know how high the sky was.
Xiao Hei ignored him and continued to curse: "I heard before that someone practiced the sword in order to become an immortal, but then the immortal did not practice and finally mastered the middle sword!"
After pausing for a moment, Xiao Hei pointed forward with the long sword in his hand: "I didn't expect you to practice sword practice!"
