After a while, the waiter came over with wine and food, put them on the table, and said: "Young hero, please use it with ease!"
Song Yurou took the silver needle and tried the wine and food. The silver needle did not turn black, so she picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth.
Ling Feng said calmly: "If you don't want to die, just put down your chopsticks!"
Because silver needles can only test for very few toxins such as arsenic, they are useless for other sweat medicines and other poisons.
Song Yurou stopped her chopsticks and said, "Could it be poisonous inside? Isn't that possible?"
Ling Feng did not give her an explanation.
Song Yurou immediately said: "Xiaoer, come here quickly!"
The waiter hurried over and said, "Sir, what do you need?"
Song Yurou clenched her fists and said coldly: "Come and try the food and wine. If it's poisonous, you're dead!"
Well, if it is really poisonous, Xiaoer will naturally die, and there is no need for her to clean it up!
The waiter came over with a pair of chopsticks and a cup. He ate two bites of the food in each bowl and poured another glass of wine to drink, but nothing happened. Then he said helplessly: "Sir, now You can eat with confidence!"
Song Yurou immediately glared at Ling Feng and snorted: "You are like a warrior, you must have made a mistake!"
Ling Feng smiled and said nothing, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Song Yurou immediately felt relieved and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
After a while, Song Yurou suddenly felt her head felt heavy, and the tables in front of her became two. She shook her head vigorously and looked at Ling Feng, only to find that he was already lying on the table, obviously he had also been hit. She secretly thought something was wrong and wanted to struggle, but there was a snap and her forehead fell on the table.
At this time, more than a dozen guests in the inn, including the waiter and the shopkeeper, immediately turned their attention to Ling Feng and Song Yurou and laughed loudly. It was obvious that all this was a carefully arranged game by them.
The burly man looked proud and said: "How about it, I did a good job!"
And the old storyteller with half-white hair and beard also returned to the inn. He smiled and said: "It's not bad, but it's still not good enough. Da Xiong, the tone and movements of your words just now are still a bit stiff. You have to remember that if you want to act well, you must forget your original identity and devote yourself to you. roles played."
"What the boss said is that I will definitely improve next time."
The burly man said with a naive smile: "But, what should we do with this blue-shirted hero?"
The waiter glanced at him and said: "Of course I will hand it over to the White Tiger Gang and get the remaining silver. Do you also want the soul-destroying sword manual?"
The burly man smiled coquettishly and said, "Second brother, whatever you say, even if there is a sword manual, it is for you and the master to practice."
At this time, the fifty-year-old man dressed as the shopkeeper said: "Big Xiong, our industry relies on acting skills, and it is useless if our martial arts skills are too deep. Have you not seen the famous blue-shirted hero? We are still giving him a pack of sweat pills." Did you lose the medicine?"
At this time, a lean man in a strong suit said: "Brother, should we pick out their hand tendons and hamstrings first? Otherwise, when they wake up, we will be the ones who die."
As the leader of the family, the storyteller old man shook his head and said: "No! Although what we do in this industry is bad, we cannot kill people, otherwise there will be divine punishment and there will be no good death. Wait a little longer, and the people from the White Tiger Gang will arrive. Give it to They are.”
At this time, they did not notice that the table where Ling Feng was lying on was slowly dripping. Maybe it was not water, but wine!
After a while, a dozen men in white attire, with knives on their waists, and sinister faces walked into the inn. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and a square scarf with an elegant expression. This man had no weapons in his hands, but his hands were very thick and covered with thick calluses. It was obvious that all his skills were in his hands.
When the old storyteller saw this person, he immediately clasped his fists and said, "Guardian Ding, I have already taken it. Do you know the remaining half of the silver?"
Protector Ding glanced at Ling Feng who was unconscious on the table, smiled slightly, and said: "The boss is really good at his tricks. Even the famous blue-shirted hero in Qinghe fell into your hands. I will give you the banknote right now. .”
After he finished speaking, he took the banknote from his arms and suddenly slapped it with his palm. As fast as lightning, it was printed on the chest of the astonished old man. His strong zhenqi suddenly burst out, directly making a deeply sunken palm print on the old man's chest. , the old man fell to the ground, and he didn’t know how many ribs were broken.
This scene was beyond everyone's expectations. For a moment, the inn's group and the White Tiger Gang were stunned.
The waiter supported the old storyteller and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"
The old man pounced, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and said, "I can't do it anymore, you take everyone and leave quickly!"
After he said this, he fell to the ground and lost his breath.
The waiter also knew that Ding Hu Fing Wuyou was an extremely good master, known as the Heart-Breaking Palm. His palms were powerful and powerful both internally and externally. He could break a person's heart with one palm. Although the master's skills are considered to be profound, if he is caught off guard, he will definitely not survive.
He immediately shouted: "Everyone, leave quickly!"
Ding Wuyou said coldly: "I want to leave! Come on, kill them all!"
If it was a normal transaction, he wouldn't bother to keep silent for this little money, but when it came to the soul-stealing sword manual, he had to be cautious. Some people may doubt the authenticity of the sword manual, but he is also a senior member of the gang. He has read relevant classics and knows that this sword technique does exist. This sword manual has also been circulated in the world.
"yes!"
After receiving the order, the members of the White Tiger Gang immediately drew their swords and killed him.
The waiter suddenly grabbed five chopsticks and shot them out.
The five White Tiger Gang members each had a chopstick inserted into their wrist, and with a scream, the long knives in their hands fell from their hands.
"Really good work!"
Ding Wuyou looked slightly surprised and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your Thousand Faces Organization is really secretive and has masters emerging one after another."
The waiter said coldly: "We are only seeking money, we have no intention of swordsmanship, and we will never tell anyone what happened today. Please give way!"
Ding Wuyou said coldly: "The second boss is also an old man. Don't you know that only the mouth of the dead is the most reliable?"
The waiter suddenly felt a chill in his heart and suddenly made up his mind. He waved his hand and five cold stars flew out of his palm. Then he tapped his toes and stepped on the railing of the stairs as if he were on the ground. He quickly ran up to the second floor, and then walked towards the window of the wing inside. go. Originally, he thought that if the boss died, he could take everyone away and become the new boss, but now he doesn't care so much.
Ding Wuyou condensed black energy in his palm, and shot it out in an instant. The surging palm force knocked away five meteor darts. He didn't chase the waiter anymore, but killed the burly man, the shopkeeper and others.
These people have mediocre martial arts skills, how can they be his opponents? Several of his subordinates blocked the entrance of the inn, and these people had nowhere to escape.
After a while, there were twelve more corpses on the ground, and blood stained the table and the ground red.
At this time, seven or eight people started groping for the corpse and collecting trophies.
Two people were guarding the door, and two people were waiting for orders.
Ding Wuyou said calmly: "You two go and break their tendons and hamstrings."
"yes!"
The two White Tiger Gang members responded and immediately came over with their knives.
At this moment, Ling Feng's body suddenly jumped up, his hands bent into eagle claws, and he pinched the throats of the two of them as fast as lightning.
With a click, their throat bones were shattered and they fell to the ground.
"Congratulations, player. You killed the members of the White Tiger Gang and gained 50 points of spirit and 30 points of chivalry."
"Congratulations to the player, you killed the members of the White Tiger Gang and gained 50 points of spirit and 50 points of chivalry."
Ding Wuyou's expression suddenly changed, and the true energy in his body quickly gathered in his palm, condensing an inch of black palm energy, and he quickly slapped it with his palm.
Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him in the face.
Ding Wuyou remembered the power of the soul-stirring sword technique and did not dare to get close. He immediately spat out his palm and struck Ling Feng.
Ling Feng's toes touched the ground, his figure jumped up, leaped over the air-splitting palm force, and quickly stabbed Ding Wuyou's throat with his sword in the air. Almost at the same time, a wave of Canglang Sword Intention shot out, dragging him into the illusion of sword intention. .
When Ding Wuyou opened his eyes, his throat was already a little red, and he fell to the ground dead.
"Congratulations to the player, you killed Ding Wuyou, the protector of the White Tiger Gang and gained 160 points of energy and 560 points of chivalry."
At this time, the two members of the White Tiger Gang at the door and the eight people who were touching the body came at him with their swords.
The corners of Ling Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he swung his sword forward.
A moment later, Ling Feng's blue shirt was dyed red, his Qingfeng sword was dripping blood, and there were ten more corpses on the ground.
These people died honorably, contributing 500 points of spirit and 400 points of chivalry to Ling Feng.
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