"Boss Wang, it's still an old place. Give us a pot of wine and prepare a few fashionable vegetarian dishes!" Yang Biao led Chen Fei into a tavern called "Yuelai Inn". He seemed to be familiar with the store. He greeted Chen Fei and led Chen Fei to the second floor. The inn was not big, but it was very clean and comfortable to see. You can smell the faint smell of burning incense in the store. At the feet of Shaolin, most of the townspeople believe in Buddhism. When they have free time, they will go to Shaolin to sautum and donate a few incense and oil. Even the fat boss Wang just now. Chen Fei was a little familiar with him. I think he had seen it on Shaoshi Mountain, but he didn't know his name.

The two chose a seat by the window, and just exchanged greetings. The store had already served a few exquisite vegetarian dishes and boiled a pot of flower carvings. Chen Fei lived on the mountain every day. When he saw these vegetarian dishes, although they were not a delicacy, they were much more delicious than the big pot rice on the mountain. He was lucky to be like the wind. While opening his cheeks to chew the food, he listened to Yang Biaotou talking about some interesting things that happened in the world, or a few small sects on Wuliang Mountain agreed to compete with swords, or someone got the inheritance of a certain senior and became a famous knight in the world. Although Yang Biaotou looked rough and had a good eloquence, he was very vivid in the world. Chen Fei ate a bite of vegetarian dishes and listened to a "ride to the world", but he felt a rare leisurely feeling in the past five years.

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"The world is only big, but it is hard to predict. What kind of bullshit seniors and celebrities! You can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want!" At this time, Yang PaoTou's face was flushed, but he was still pouring Huadiao bit by bit. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly threw the wine glass to the ground, roaring out of his composure, attracting the attention of the second floor diners. Chen Fei, who was eating happily on the opposite side, was also scared and shivered. He looked at Yang PaoTou for some reason. Although he didn't have any contact, he could also see that this person was steady and could do such crazy behavior?

He looked up but saw Yang PaoTou's eyes staring red, his teeth gritted his teeth and his face was a bit ferocious. He knew in his heart that what he said just now was probably from the heart, and he might have suffered some grievances in the world. He immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand, poured two cups of tea, stretched out his hand, and flew to Yang PaoTou. He stopped steadily in front of him, and did not reveal a trace of tea. He raised his hand and took a sip of the tea in the cup, and said leisurely: "PaoTou thinks he has something to do, so why don't he say it out, maybe the little monk can help PaoTou to relieve it."

If it were normal for Chen Fei to "send tea" skills, Yang Pao Tou would have to praise him a few times. After all, although this is not a subtle martial arts, it can also reflect the exquisite control of internal strength. It is also quite good among the younger generation. But he was already half drunk. At this time, he was angry again, but he didn't say anything. He picked up the tea cup and drank it all in a heroic way like drinking. He reached out to wipe the tea liquid sticky on his beard, and sang a little indignantly.

He said, "It's those lusty celebrities in the world. My Beggar Gang Master Qiao's hero is the world's hero. No one knows it in the world. No one knows it! He insists that it is the Gang Master Qiao's ghost hero who was a thousand years ago. He set up a variety of nets of heaven and earth. Last time he hit the leader of my gang, Hongyan, seriously injured. This time he didn't know what conspiracy was, but he announced that the entire martial arts world said that he would invite heroes to deal with the leader Qiao in Juxian Village. I'm a pussy! Except for the leader Qiao, who is in the world..."

Just as he was talking about the relief, he heard a crisp sound from the opposite side. His confused head subconsciously looked at him, but he found that a young traveler named Jueyuan was staring at him. The teacup in his hand had been crushed by the slender fingers. The energy that was almost visible to the naked eye surrounded him, exuding a sense of oppression, which made Yang Biao's pupils shrink - the energy penetrated all over his body, and his internal energy was thriving. He was a top expert in the world!

"The head of the archery just said...what happened to my brother Qiao..."

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Ten days later, Juxianzhuang.

Qiao Feng looked around. The heroes of the Beggars' Sect, the Shaolin monks and many famous heroes in the world. When they met, they could live and die together, but at this time they were all fighting each other. They felt a little sad. Seeing that Ah Zhu was firmly protected by the Beggars' Sect's disciples, he felt a little relieved. In this hardship, this little girl was hiding from and hiding with her under the entire martial arts world, but she also suffered a lot. Even if she died later, she would have been protected by the Beggars' Sect, and she thought she would be fine!

Thinking of this, I had no scruples in my heart. I smiled heroically and turned to the You brothers and said, "Two Brothers You, I have met many old friends here today. From now on, I am enemies but not friends. I feel sad. I want to ask you for a few bowls of wine."

The You brothers just wanted to see what tricks he had, so they immediately ordered the shopkeeper to get the wine. In a moment, they took several jars of newly opened white wine, filled the wine in a large bowl and placed it on Qiao Feng's table. Qiao Feng said, "It's all full!" The two shopkeepers filled the big bowls as they said, and placed them in a row on the table.

Qiao Feng picked up a bowl of wine and said, "The heroes here have many of Qiao Feng's past friends. Today, they have doubts. Let's toast to break up. Which one wants to kill Qiao? Let's drink a bowl first. From then on, the past relationship will be written off. I'm not ungrateful to kill you, and you're not a ruthless person. The heroes in the world are all witnesses!"

The hall was silent for a moment. In the silence, an old man suddenly walked out of the Beggars' Sect, but the elder passed on the merits. He picked up the wine bowl with one hand, and without saying much, he raised his head and drank it all, and turned back to the Beggars' Sect's people. Qiao Feng raised the big bowl silently, and drank it all in one go. There was a villager beside him filling the wine.

The second was that the other elders of the Beggars' Gang came forward one by one. The members of the Beggars' Gang had finished drinking, and the heroes from the other sects also came up to drink with him one by one. Seeing that Qiao Feng had already drunk fifty or sixty bowls, everyone was shocked.

After drinking another bowl of wine, Qiao Feng looked around. No one in the huge manor had ever drunk! He immediately smiled heroically, threw the wine bowl in his hand hard, jumped into the yard, shouting loudly, "Who will fight to the death first!" Everyone saw that he was so majestic that he did not dare to step forward for a moment. At this moment, a dim sword light attacked from behind Qiao Feng towards the vital points of his waist. He was a middle-aged man dressed in a farmer, but seeing the tricky angle of the sword, there was no warning to his action. He had almost reached the level of a first-class swordsman in the world, and he would definitely not be an unknown farmer! I am afraid that some famous swordsman disguised himself and took action secretly!

Qiao Feng had never expected that Juxianzhuang had many people but used such despicable means. He was unable to react for a moment and was secretly angry. He just wanted to kill the villain even if he was given a sword! But he never saw a strange smile flashing across the corner of his handsome middle-aged mouth in the crowd......

"snort!"

With a muffled groan, Qiao Feng looked at the purple blood flowing out of the wound and looked ugly - the sword was filled with poison! At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man came out with a sword and laughed loudly: "The leader of the Qiao gang is extremely skilled in martial arts. Zhang is willing to try it! Please!" Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand was already cage to the large acupoint around Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng was secretly angry, and he was about to raise his palm to exert force, but his mind was dizzy. The tip of the sword had arrived in front of him at this time, and it was about to open a hole in Qiao Feng's body, and the smile on the middle-aged man's face became brighter.

But at this moment, a black shadow roared with a shrill sound of breaking the wind, nailing the middle-aged man to the ground with lightning speed, causing a burst of painful wails. The bluestone ground was hit with fine cracks like spider webs. When the overflowing air waves slowly dissipated, an eight-sided Han sword appeared in the eyes of the people in Juxianzhuang, trembling and making waves of low and solemn sword sounds!
Chapter completed!