"Hey, what about you, have you finished eating? After you finish eating, get out of here. The gentlemen want to use this table." Another one of the young men in green shirts came to the table and knocked on the tabletop, making a banging sound, and said impatiently. .
The downcast figure sighed and seemed to be talking to himself: "Uncle? Haha, it's ridiculous. When did the registered disciples of Wenjian Sect become such a group of uneducated people?"
Although the voice was soft, it fell on the ears of the young men in green shirts.
The expressions of several people suddenly changed.
"How brave, you dare to say it again..." said a young man in green shirt, grabbed it out, and patted the lonely figure on the shoulder.
This palm contains hidden power. If an ordinary person is hit, even if his shoulder blade is not broken, he will have to rest in bed for half a month to recover. Just now I heard that this person was so speechless that he dared to humiliate the Wenjian Sect. The young man in green shirt was interested. You must teach the madman in front of you a lesson.
Who would have known that this palm would actually feel like it had been struck on fine steel.
A force of counter-shock came, and with a click, the green-shirted boy's face turned pale, and his figure was like a ball that had been blown away. He flew backwards, knocking several of his companions away, and rolled to the ground like a gourd, screaming in pain. When I looked down, I saw that my wrist was dislocated.
The lobby suddenly became chaotic.
"What's going on?" Tian Heng with a Chinese character and Zhang Wenzhao, a handsome swordsman, stood up with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Senior Brother Tian, Senior Brother Zhang, that boy took action and injured one of our people... Huh? Where is the person?" A young man in green shirt pointed at the window angrily, but suddenly he was stunned, because he was surprised to find that he didn't know At some point, the lonely figure and the fat white cat disappeared silently.
"What a ghost. I was here just now..."
"It disappeared in an instant..."
"what happened?"
A group of young men in green shirts all looked at each other. The man who was still at the table just now disappeared without a trace in just a split second. In broad daylight, could it be that... he encountered a ghost? Or is that person actually a super strong person
"Forget it, forget it, eat and rest quickly, don't cause any more trouble for me." Tian Heng waved his hand, signaling everyone to hurry up and eat, but he didn't take it to heart.
After a while, another young man in green shirt came up from downstairs and said something in Tian Heng's ear.
"Okay, the fish has been hooked and the net can be closed. Let's go and take action immediately." Tian Heng stood up and left the restaurant with all the young warriors.
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A shabby inn in the slums of Taiping City.
A land of more than ten acres is surrounded by four earth walls, and there are hundreds of narrow thatched wooden houses densely packed inside, which can be regarded as guest houses. There are extremely many people coming and going, noisy people, and people from all walks of life.
In an inconspicuous hut closest to the west, a young man with an upper body covered with blood-stained bandages sat quietly on the ground.
The dappled sunlight penetrated into the house through the gaps in the thatch and fell on the young man. This was a very ordinary face, but it revealed perseverance. The muscles of his arms were bulging and his skin was slightly dark, making him look extremely strong, but The white bandage on his body was soaked with blood, and he was obviously seriously injured.
It was Zhang Fan, the registered disciple of Qingshan East Academy.
This Orion boy from Baiman Mountain looked a little embarrassed, with a pale complexion, chapped lips, and a tired look on his face.
The room smelled of medicine.
Zhang Fan was like a sculpture, quietly practicing his exercises to heal his injuries.
The technique he practiced was extremely strange, and he couldn't sense the presence of any mysterious energy. However, underneath the surface of his muscles, there seemed to be tiny worms crawling around, with little bumps that scurried around. His chest was still vibrating violently, like a giant drum, and his strong and powerful heart seemed to be breaking open and jumping out of his body.
Under this silent vibration, the entire thatched house was shaking slightly.
Under the sunlight, clusters of vague blood-red aura flickered from Zhang Fan's body, like a blooming blood lotus.
That is a symbol of boiling blood.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Zhang Fan stopped practicing.
Opening his eyes slightly, a wry smile appeared on the Orion boy's face: "Finally, I found you again... After all this time, you still refuse to let me go?"
Zhang Fan grabbed the Baizhan sword beside him with his backhand and tied the fine steel longbow and wolf tooth arrow pot hanging on the grass wall to his body. Zhang Fan chose to leave without hesitation.
The inn he chose was in a slum area, and there were very many people coming and going. He originally thought that the other party would not find it so quickly, but unfortunately... Fortunately, he was born as an Orion, and he always maintained the habit of sleeping, and the house he chose was close to the inn. At the west gate of the wall, as long as you successfully get out of the wall, the huge flow of people in the slum is like flooding, and it is not difficult to escape.
With his waist bent and his steps light, Zhang Fan, wearing a black cloak and hat, walked towards the west gate in a hurry but without panic.
The footsteps behind him became more and more rapid.
"I saw that traitor, where is it..." someone shouted.
Zhang Fan quickened his pace.
"Where to go?" The wind howled, and a green figure looked like a big bird, leaping into the air and stabbing Zhang Fan's back with a sword.
Zhang Fan didn't even look back, and suddenly dodged to the right to avoid the sword. Immediately, he used his waist as a pivot and slashed out with the Baizhan sword. The energy and blood all over his body roared like wild waves, and the light of the sword flickered like a horse training on one side.
There was a loud bang, and the attacker used his sword to block the attack, but was knocked back more than ten meters away by the sword.
Zhang Fan took advantage of his strength and flew over thirty meters in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, chase me!"
"Don't let him get away!"
There was a burst of angry shouting.
This sudden battle surprised the people around the inn, but similar fighting scenes were familiar to many people, so after a slight panic, they quickly calmed down.
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Hoo ho ho!
Zhang Fan breathed violently.
As he ran all the way, the wounds that had just grown on his body burst open again due to excessive exertion, and blood leaked out through the bandages, making him feel that his physical strength was rapidly passing away like an inverted hourglass.
There is a deep alley ahead.
Beyond this alley, there is a large market. At this time every day, tens of thousands of people appear in this market. As long as you enter the market and use the cover of the crowd, it is easy to get rid of these pursuers.
These are the escape routes that Zhang Fan had planned long ago.
Having spent many years as an Orion, following his fathers and playing hide-and-seek death games with monsters in a jungle full of dangers, this young man has unparalleled escape skills and abilities.
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