Zhong Jiancheng's words probably wanted to bring the disaster back to Xu Jie and let Changsheng find Xu Jie's trouble. After all, everyone served Xu Jie with a glass of wine. But they were afraid that the disaster would not be able to be drawn out, so they also used the sword to scare Changsheng, probably because they wanted Changsheng to pick soft persimmons.

Who is Changsheng? How can he be his style by pinching soft persimmons? Trying hard bones is what Changsheng is more willing to do, so that he can be more fun and more face-saving. Zhong Jiancheng's words made Changsheng laugh endlessly. He turned around and looked at the men who were walking with him, and smiled and said, "In this capital, there are still people who want me to weigh the importance of it, which is a strange thing that I haven't encountered in a long time."

Xu Jie lowered his head and smiled slightly when he heard this, lifted the wine glass that everyone had filled him with, and took a sip.

When Zhong Jiancheng faced the dozen or so men on Changsheng, he felt a little weak, but he knew that he could not show his timidity. He even showed some stance. He waved the sword gently in his hand, pointed forward, and shouted: "You don't want to inquire about the world and see if a certain sword is easy to bully."

Chang Sheng smiled even stronger, his eyes looked around and everyone's eyes were gathered on him, and he was about to rush up to beat someone. Suddenly, he saw Xia Rui beside him, frowned, and did not respect him. He just raised his hand again and said, "You come out for me!"

Obviously, when Chang Sheng saw Xia Rui, he did not care about the third prince with a scar on his face, but he also knew that he could not accidentally hurt the prince because of a fight, so he had to let Zhong Jiancheng come out again.

Looking at Changsheng's men, they were already shouting: "Get out..."

Zhong Jiancheng saw that the clamoring people in front of him knew that they could not avoid it, and they also knew that they had to use some real skills. As long as these clamoring people knew that Zhong Jiancheng was not easy to mess with, the disaster would naturally be led to Xu Jie.

Zhong Jiancheng exerted force with his legs, jumped up, crossed the table of wine and food, and a long sword headed straight for Changsheng.

Chang Sheng did not expect that Zhong Jiancheng suddenly attacked, and his fat body hurriedly hid back, still shouting: "Go, get on!"

More than a dozen men rushed forward, and all of them were greeted forward with iron rulers and sticks and several waist knives in their hands. Only a middle-aged man behind Chang Sheng held the knife and did not move.

Everyone present was waiting to watch the show, and saw the eldest son of the Chang family teach this rude swordsman a lesson. Even Xia Rui, who had a lot of doubts, also see how capable this sword could be.

The fight had already begun, and the ping-bellied attack was slammed. Although the sword did not really take away the life, it had already gained the upper hand. Although he had been greeted for a while or two, there were already a circle of people lying on the ground, all of whom were wailing on the ground.

Many people who watched the show were also surprised. Most of them did not expect that this swordsman in the martial arts world was really capable. Even Xia Rui saw it and leaned over to say to Xu Jie, "Wen Yuan, this person's martial arts is really good! Have you misunderstood?"

Xu Jie smiled without saying a word, but just waved his chin and signaled Xia Rui to continue watching.

Then Chang Sheng shouted angrily: "You useless things really waste food in the mansion. So many people can't beat a rude person."

Changsheng's scolding made most of the wailing people on the ground feel ashamed, but made Zhong Jiancheng very confident.

Zhong Jiancheng took the sword and fled, looked at the crowd of fallen to the ground, and looked at three or four people in front of him who dared not come forward, and smiled and said, "A certain sword killed Zhong Jiancheng, not such a person who can bully others. There are so many heroes in the world. Today, I will be famous in the Zhaixing Tower in this capital. Who else is not convinced?"

Changsheng was very angry when he heard this and turned around and said to the middle-aged sword-holder: "Uncle Feng, it's up to you. Today, I won't let me lose this face in Zhaixing Tower."

The middle-aged man behind him looked unwilling, but he nodded and replied lightly: "Young Master, please stop having fun with these wild people in the future. I really lost my identity."

Chang Sheng replied after hearing this: "Uncle Feng, am I pursuing beauty? It's a big thing to pass on the family line."

The middle-aged man shook his head and did not answer the words. How could a woman in a brothel have talked about passing on the family line? How could the Chang family rely on a brothel woman to pass on the family line?

The man walked to Changsheng's head and spoke to Zhong Jiancheng, "You knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Life is not easy. Just leave after kowtow. This matter has been revealed."

Zhong Jiancheng was full of confidence. He heard the man's words and shouted: "There are really people who are not afraid of death. It seems that today's sword will have to be blood after all."

After saying that, Zhong Jiancheng jumped up again, and the long sword flew away in the air.

The middle-aged man shook his head again, and did not unsheath the knife. He just moved forward a few times, turned his body in the air, and a long leg swept across the air.

"Kalala..."

Zhong Jiancheng's flying thorn figure, like a kite with broken string, hit the table and chair, hit the screen, hit the partition, hit the pillar, and landed on the ground. The whole scene was in a mess.

The servant beside him felt very distressed.

But when Changsheng heard that he deliberately walked up to the servant, he laughed: "Don't worry, I can afford it, please ask the shopkeeper to calculate!"

The servant looked happy when he heard this and said, "Hao Le, Mr. Chang is so moral! Good man! Good man!"

After the servant finished speaking, he quickly looked at the scene again, ran down to calculate the money.

The whole place was shocked, and Xia Rui was also shocked. Xia Rui probably couldn't understand that the sword killed more than a dozen people and had the upper hand, but he was swept by another person and turned into this way.

"Wen Yuan, isn't this the power of the innate master?" Xia Rui asked in surprise.

Xu Jie shook his head: "Innate master? It's far from it!"

Xia Rui didn't believe it when he heard this: "Isn't this a congenital master?"

"No, this person is similar to the guard behind you, just first-class, not outstanding." Xu Jie replied.

However, Xu Jie said "not outstanding". The middle-aged man who had just shown great power turned his eyes and stared at Xu Jie.

Xu Jie just thought that he didn't see it and ignored it.

Looking at Chang Sheng's smile on his face, he walked to Zhong Jiancheng, who was angrily angrily under the pillar, and smiled and said, "I'll ask you, are you still crazy? Do you want to kill yourself with one sword?"

Zhong Jiancheng only felt his head buzzing and was extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat. He couldn't breathe, but he couldn't do it. Blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth. He could only listen to the words of the fat man in front of him.

"Don't dare to speak? Are you so arrogant and arrogant in front of you? This is the first time I have seen such an arrogant person as you are so unbeatable, and you are extremely disappointed." Changsheng said and laughed, and went to see everyone present, with a very stylish look. Today, he was really big. He said disappointed, but he felt very happy.

"Come here, take this guy back and take care of his wounds, and wait until he can speak. Let me ask him carefully and ask him if he has ever heard of my reputation in the world!" Chang Sheng was satisfied and waved his hands left and right.

The men who were still wailing just now had already gotten up. They took off their belts if they couldn't find the rope. They tied them up and carried them downstairs.

Seeing that the sword was carried away by someone, Xu Jie sighed softly, and then heard Xia Rui beside him leaning over and saying softly: "You can't live your own sins. Wen Yuan, there must be something inside."

Xu Jie knew what Xia Rui was talking about. Maybe Xia Rui thought that a scene at the south cargo warehouse in the city was arranged by someone. Xu Jie didn't explain it, but he thought that Xia Rui was so alert, which was good.
Chapter completed!