Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

Dusk has come, the twilight is getting darker.

Upstairs, lights were also on.

"What are you looking at?"

Sun Tuozi, who had been sitting all day, asked.

Because the drunkard seemed to be looking towards the street all day, as if waiting for someone.

The alcoholic smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, he smiled.

"Because they can't get away."

Sun Tuozi was startled for a moment, then realized.

"You mean..."

The drunkard said with a smile: "Look, my words are always accurate!"

Sure enough, within half an hour, there were footsteps in this alley where few people came, and there were four or five groups of guests.

The first wave is for the grandpa and grandson. The old man is full of gray hair, wearing a very old blue shirt, holding a dry pipe in his hand, slightly bent, and beside him is his granddaughter. The girl is lively and agile, with shoulders There are two shiny black braids hanging on her head, and her big watery eyes are as charming as two pearls.

Not long after they entered, three more people came in behind.

The three of them are all tall and strong with beards, one wields a copper hammer, another wields a steel mace, and the last wields a staff. Both the hammer and the mace are heavy weapons, and the cudgel is also heavy and heavy, and it cannot be used unless it is of great strength. And there are only two kinds of people who use this weapon in the arena, one is an idiot, and the other is a master.

Then, there was a group of people, an old man, a disheveled old man with cloudy eyes like a snake, a middle-aged man with a majestic physique, without a short weapon, and it seemed that his kung fu was all about his fists and feet, a young man and a woman, the man carried a sword on his back, and the woman covered her eyes. In front of him, there are about ten people behind him.

When everyone came in, they found their seats, looked at each other, and then lowered their heads in silence, the silence was terrifying.

But with a shout, the waiter got busy and the shop became bustling.

"Wow!"

When the curtain was lifted, a person stepped in, and there was still a faint sound of wind and dust.

Then, drinking and chatting in the small shop, together with the sound of breathing, or the sound of movement, this meeting seems to have disappeared.

In the eyes of everyone, one person walked slowly.

This man is gray-haired, but has a strong character, and his eyes are full of calligraphy and ink, which makes people ignore his appearance.

Then the man smiled gently, swept everyone in the room, and looked at the old man smoking a pipe, "Old friend, it's been a long time."

"Mr. Nan Xian!"

The braided girl's eyes lit up at this moment.

"Sir, long time no see."

The blue-shirted old man who smoked dry tobacco took two puffs of his cigarette, his eyes lit up, and he asked in a deep voice: "But something important happened, and you brought Mr. here?"

Nan Xian pursed his lips and pondered for a while, then smiled again and said: "It is indeed a big event, and bloody storms are inevitable."

Bloody?

Everyone looked at each other, with different expressions, some were silent, some sneered, some sneered, and some seemed to be looking at a hysterical fool.

But Sun Baifa shook the soot, and greeted Nanxian directly, asking: "Is it right here?"

Nam Hyun nodded.

"good!"

Sun Baifa asked again: "When?"

Nan Xian glanced at the gloomy night sky outside, and said softly: "Hurry up!"

Elder Tianji let out a long breath of turbid air, and the smoke immediately overflowed from his mouth and nose. He glanced at the table next to him intentionally or unconsciously, "Sir, put this matter aside for now, please drink tea."

"Okay." Nan Xian slowly put down his things, sat down and drank tea, "But I'm here to wait for someone. In the great battle, there is no one who can compete with him. The thousand-year-old monster reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the day of surprise ...and it's coming soon."

Their conversation made the other people in the room confused.

The more I listen to this, the more I feel a little confused.

Boss? Millennium monster? Surprise day?

"Hmph, you two, are you making a big show here with your words? Make it clear, what big event will happen later?"

The person who wielded the hammer just now, shouting and asking at this moment, probably saw Nan Xian nagging, and had an unpleasant thought.

"If you still want to live, I advise you to keep your mouth shut."

The woman with a veil on the side spoke, her voice was like an oriole.

The man was furious.

"Bitch, what are you?"

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and a flower bloomed in front of my eyes.

This Jianghu man who used a copper hammer opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood. The whole person spun around two or three times in a dizzy place like a spinning top, and then slumped on the chair with his buttocks, head raised, Simply fainted on the spot.

It was not the veiled woman who beat him.

It was a young swordsman with a calm expression and a sword on his back.

"you!"

The people who were walking with him all changed their colors angrily, they all stood up abruptly, wanting to curse while slapping the table.

But before they could finish speaking, they seemed to have seen something frightening, and a few strands of hair just fell off.

Others rubbed their eyes with pale faces.

The old man Tianji over there could see clearly that the young swordsman just flicked the tail of the sword lightly, smashing all the teeth of the man, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he cut off the hair on the foreheads of the other two.

Fast and accurate sword!

"What's wrong?"

Old Man Tianji asked suddenly.

"somebody is coming."

"Guiyuanmen is doing business, and the idlers are waiting to retreat quickly!"

The two people who stood up heard these words, their hearts turned cold, and their faces were ashen. They were not deaf, and they could hear clearly. No one is terrified.

But looking at the posture of the person in front of him, and thinking about what the other person said before, his legs softened, his eyes fainted, and he almost sat down on the ground without being startled. The situation has reached such a point, which undoubtedly explains a lot of things. Fighting in the rivers and lakes to resolve grievances.

These little fishes and shrimps might have their bodies smashed to pieces when a storm came, and the moment they regained their senses, their intestines were almost green with regret, and their faces were turning blue, but now it was too late to leave, so they could only fidget and tremble .

The man wielding the mace asked in a deep voice: "May I ask who is your honor?"

The young man glanced at him lightly.

"Linghu Chong."

"Ah? Linghu Chong? Are you Linghu Chong?"

Those few people were stunned for a while, and then they were covered with cold sweat, covering their mouths and keeping silent like a chilling cicada.

suddenly.

"hehe!"

There was a sneer outside the door.

Looking closely, it turns out that during the time of talking, a group of people have already entered the small shop.

At first there were four people.

These four people stood two on the left and right, just like the door gods. They were all wearing very bright red and green gowns with the Pengniao logo on their bodies.

They didn't come in, as if they were waiting for someone, they stood with their hands down, very respectful, as if they were waiting for someone important.

The two people who were sweating coldly, as soon as they saw these four people, it was like seeing a ghost, their facial features were distorted by fear, they were a little envious of their fainted brother, they didn't need to see or listen to anything.

"Da da da."

Footsteps sounded.