The beggar-like elder just picked up the wine bowl, tilted his neck slightly to drink up the wine, picked up a large piece of beef with his chopsticks, and ate it with relish. Bai Yutian didn't see Bai Yutian making a move. The chopsticks seemed to have encountered invisible resistance and fell automatically two feet in front of Bai Yutian. He was very surprised. He quickly kept in line with the words and deeds of the other four people, stopped eating, and stared at Bai Yutian, really wanting to see clearly what kind of immortal lived in Bai Yutian's body.
In fact, not only the six people were surprised, but also Wushan Taoist, He Jingrong, the Ding brothers and others were surprised. They couldn't understand in their hearts that Bai Yutian was only in his twenties and he started practicing martial arts in his mother's womb. His skills were only about twenty years old. He could have a three-foot Qi wall covering his body. How could he be so virtuous? Did the old man Jiang Qingchen teach him all his cultivation skills?
In fact, they all thought wrong. What kind of three-foot wall of energy does Bai Yutian have? It's just a matter of internal movement of the Qinglong to draw water, and the internal energy is concentrated at one point and released. The chopsticks were sucked into the air flow generated by the internal force, and their forward power was exhausted, and they fell to the ground.
The beggar-like elder asked himself that he did not have Bai Yutian's ability. He knew that it would be difficult to make calculations even if he had figured it out based on speculation. He whispered to the man next to him: "This boy's martial arts are so bad. Ask where the master is to see if he is Bai Yutian."
The man shouted to Bai Yutian: "Young man, where is the master? Where did he practice such magic?"
Seeing that he was older, Bai Yutian cupped his hands and replied: "I, Bai Yutian, come from the Chunyang Sect. I have always followed the rules, respected my teachers, and cultivated awe-inspiring aura as my profession. I don't know any magic."
When the man heard the three words "Bai Yutian", his face was startled. When Bai Yutian finished speaking, he laughed and said: "I have always made a living in Guandong, and I rarely know the names of heroes in Guan. I don't know what is in Chunyang Sect." Bai Yutian, I have only heard of Qin Haoming, a son of Danyang, who was expelled from the school by old man Jiang Qingcheng. Are you his junior brother?"
Bai Yutian didn't want to intensify the conflict, but also had to push back the disrespectful words. He thought about it carefully and replied with a smile: "You must be Qin Haoming's best friend. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know your name?"
The man chuckled, picked up the wine bowl in front of him, drank most of the bowl, wiped his mouth casually, and said: "This wine is very sour, very unpleasant to drink, very unpleasant to drink." To Bai Yutian asked, looking indifferent.
Fortunately, Bai Yutian had no intention of getting to know him at all, so he didn't have to be so angry.
Zhuo Yifei saw that the man had red hair on his head and was dressed in mourning clothes. He was very conspicuous. He asked Wushan Taoist: "Taoist Master, have you seen this man?"
Taoist Wushan waited for the waiter to bring the dishes to the table. After drinking the water and wine poured by Bai Yutian, he said in a contemptuous tone: "I heard that there is a nickname in Liaodong called 'Liaodong Crane'. Does it belong to that name?" It’s unknown if the plane is banned from flying.”
Seeing the man's dark face, Zhuo Yifei hurriedly sneered loudly: "Taoist priest, look at that dark face. It doesn't look like a white crane, but more like a crow. Have you mistakenly recognized the person?" He then said, "It's definitely not Liaodong." Crane, if you want to say he is the Liaodong Crow, I am still willing to believe it."
Fan Jinfei, the "Liaodong Crane", was furious, slapped the table and stood up, shouting loudly: "Boy, you can't write any good articles with your mouth, why don't you try with your hands? Whether it is a Liaodong Crane or a Liaodong Crow, you will know after you try it."
Zhuo Yifei sneered and said: "I, Zhuo Yifei, consider myself to be a bandit gentleman, who is as good as discussing with each other, as well as studying and polishing. Since you like to see the truth under your hands so much, if I don't accompany you, I will look down on you. But. Let’s talk about it first, I can write the article by hand, if it’s...” He stopped talking, which made people’s appetites rise.
Fan Jinfei held a single sword in his hand, walked out of the pergola, and wanted to test it, and said coldly: "What if it is?" I saw the single sword with a purple gold blade, a thick back and a thin blade, and a piece of red silk hanging on the handle. The red silk danced in the wind. Like a red dragon fed by blood.
Zhuo Yifei smiled and replied: "If I win, you can sign your name at the end of the article as 'Liaodong Crow'. If someone asks you about your name in the future, you can no longer call yourself 'Liaodong Crane'. You should call yourself 'Liaodong Crane'." 'Liaodong Crow' is amusing itself. I wonder if you can agree?"
Fan Jinfei's face was full of anger, and the single sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. He smiled grandly and said: "Okay."
Zhuo Yifei stood up and drank the wine glass in front of him. He held the sword that was placed beside the stool. He stood up and left his seat. He walked five feet in front of Fan Jinfei, raised his hands and said, "You and I have no grudges. We will fight today. It's like competing in martial arts, how about finishing it?"
Fan Jinfei saw that Zhuo Yifei was not only not as strong and tall as him, but also as young as a seedling. He must not have much ability. He felt generous in his heart, smiled sweetly, and replied: "I miss you in the Central Plains dynasty. There is no first place in literature and no second place in military affairs. Confucian scholars come to Beijing to take the exam. If they don't give their best, why are they not the top scorers in high school? Since I can see the real results from my subordinates. , how can we know who wins or loses until we click? It is even more important to compete. Why don’t each of us show our true skills, talk about it, and quickly decide the winner."
Zhuo Yifei cupped his hands and clasped his fists to the east and west, and said loudly: "Everyone, you have all heard that this man is going to show off his special skills and speak out quickly. If I agree, I will have to fight to the death. If I don't agree, I will fight to the death. , not only is this dear friend unhappy, but I, Zhuo Yifei, will also find it difficult to gain a foothold in the world in the future. It’s really embarrassing!"
The big man who had fought with Bai Yutian shouted loudly: "Boy, what's so embarrassing about this? Just be beaten to death by him."
Zhuo Yifei looked at the man and replied loudly: "I don't know what to call this dear friend? Why don't we come together? I will be beaten to death by two people. It will look better in terms of face than being beaten to death by one person."
I saw two other men in their forties saying in unison: "Boy, what you said is very reasonable, like that. Do you want me to join in the fun? It's better for you to be beaten to death by four people than to be beaten to death by one." Beating him to death will make him look better and more glorious in terms of face."
Zhuo Yifei cupped his hands towards the three men and replied with a smile: "Then there is Brother Lao. In this way, life will be wonderful and death will not be glorious."
The six people secretly rejoiced: "This kid is so arrogant and ignorant, he is really impatient to live!"
I'm furious! I'm furious! I'm furious!
Zhuo Yifei mistakenly thought that the three people were just talking and would not go into battle together. They made rude remarks just to make people angry.
Unexpectedly, the faces of the three people were lifeless. After drinking a bowl of Zhuangxing wine, they accepted Zhuo Yifei's invitation, strode out of the pergola, and came to Fan Jinfei's side with a smile on their face, lining up in a row.
At first glance, I saw only three other people. One person had a Chinese character face and a beard covering most of his face. He was holding two judge pens in his left hand. One person was extremely tall and had a nine-section soft whip wrapped around his waist. ; A man is thin and thin, with two rows of short knives clearly visible on his waist. Each knife is half a foot long, and there are at least thirty of them. They are neatly inserted on a brocade belt around his waist.
Bai Yutian didn't know the origins of Fan Jinfei and the other four, or whether Zhuo Yifei could defeat him. He thought that Taoist Wushan was well-informed and would be able to answer some questions, so he asked: "Taoist Master, where are these four people from? Do you know anything? If Zhuo Yifei is so ignorant, what are his chances of winning if one fights four?"
Wushan Taoist replied loudly: "These four people, Fan Jinfei with the sharp sword, Pan Zhenping with the judge's pen, famous for the nine-section whip style, Liu Banshou for the half-foot dart, if they were placed in the martial arts of Guandong, they would all be good hands. Zhuo Yifei and I This kid has never fought before, so I don’t know if he can fight one against four. But his master Xie Mubai, it shouldn’t be difficult to defeat these four."
Bai Yutian knew very well that Wushan Taoist spoke so loudly for Zhuo Yifei. Seeing that Zhuo Yifei's expression changed, as if he lacked confidence, he said loudly: "Zhuo Yifei, if you don't care, you will lose this fight."
With a crackling sound, Feng Mingyang took off the soft whip from his waist and taunted Zhuo Yifei: "Boy, if you don't dare to fight, just listen to the boy named Bai and kowtow to your grandfather a few times." . Otherwise, if your grandpa gets aroused and I can’t take care of you for a while, it will kill you and damage your master Xie Mubai’s reputation. That would be bad.”
Zhuo Yifei saw that the soft whip had nine sections in total, and it was shining like gold. The head of the whip is like a dragon's head, and the body of the whip is inlaid with various gemstones, which sparkle in the sun and are extremely brilliant. As Feng Mingyang's wrist moved slightly, he showed a hint of power, so gorgeous, and really beautiful. I just want to snatch it and sell it for wine. I can drink it for three to five years, five or ten years.
With this idea, Zhuo Yifei said in a good voice: "Your whip is very nice and tight. If you lose today, I don't want you crawling or lying down. I just want you to give this whip to me." I, let me exchange it for wine, drink him until he is completely drunk, and drink him until he is drunk."
Feng Mingyang, Fan Jinfei, Pan Zhenping, and Liu Banshou were not only famous in Guandong, but also slightly famous in the entire Liao Kingdom. Since the four of them became brothers, no matter whether they were white or underworld, officials or people, everyone gave them three points.
The nine-section whip has been used by ancestors for generations, and it is famous in the martial arts world and respected by people. Hearing Zhuo Yifei speak such wanton nonsense, he was the most humiliated person he had ever experienced in his life. He shouted angrily: "You really don't know how to live or die!" Then the soft whip in his hand shook, and the whip straightened like a spear. Xiang Zhuoyifei's chest.
The nine-section whip is agile and agile in directing arrows. It is called "the dragon among soldiers" by martial arts people. It is the most difficult to learn and use, and it is also the most difficult to use and master. This move of "Si Hai Guest Service" was originally adapted from the long spear technique. Feng Mingyang channeled his true power into the soft whip, and then used his skillful energy to move the whip like a spear.
When everyone saw it, their hearts shivered and they felt very surprised.
Feng Mingyang's whipping skills were originally very good, but he regarded Zhuo Yifei as his mortal enemy. Still angry, he started to use his unique skills. Firstly, he wanted to use his own strength to kill Zhuo Yifei with one move; secondly, even if he missed a single move, it would dampen Zhuo Yifei's spirit, so that he would be in awe and only know how to defend. Don't know how to attack.
Although Zhuo Yifei was frightened and turned pale, he was not a coward. I saw a sword on one side of his body, striking the whip head vertically and knocking it away. The tip of the sword was raised forward and downward, and he took advantage of the situation with a step. The sword stabbed flatly, pointing directly at Feng Mingyang's chest. There is more than a foot of chill in the front, and the momentum is as arrogant as it needs to be.
Feng Mingyang didn't know that Zhuo Yifei was so strong and he felt a little unexpected. In order to avoid Zhuo Yifei's vigorous blow, he chose to jump back in his busy schedule.
Seeing that Zhuo Yifei's sword was invincible and unimpeded, Liu Banshou was afraid of being hit by the wind, so he quickly threw five flying knives with both hands.
Zhuo Yifei felt a dazzling white light, and the five flying knives came so fast, shooting from up, down, left, and right. Although the blade was short, it made a whirring sound like a long sword. He quickly sheathed his sword to block and knocked down the four flying knives. Seeing that the fifth flying knife had hit his face, it was too late to turn his head, so he opened his mouth and bit the head of the knife.
Fan Jinfei and Pan Zhenping were startled, each holding their weapons and attacking from the left and right.
