Lu Sheng glanced at where he was soft.
"You wait here for a while, I'll go back as soon as I go. Take care of it a little bit."
"Go, let's go." He Fangruan ran around lazily, she had seen this kind of thing a lot, it was nothing more than saying a few polite words in the past, everyone setting up the scene, the number of people, the background and the background.
It depends on who has a strong enough relationship, who has enough people, and whose connections are strong enough, then they can make the other party bow their heads and admit it.
In this rivers and lakes, in this martial arts world, the two ways of good and evil can live in peace for a long time, relying on these unspoken rules that are not clearly stipulated.
Otherwise, everyone will be in the world, and they will hack and die when they go out all day, and the disciples of any family will not be able to withstand the exhaustion.
Throwing away at each other, restraining each other, and fooling the people will pass.
After Lu Sheng became familiar with this set of rules, he also rushed over with this idea, intending to rely on his identity and manpower to present the facts and make sense.
Regardless of the evil way or the righteous way, everyone feels uncomfortable when there is a conflict. Violence is not the only way to solve it. Everyone comes out to mess around. As long as you give each other face, give a step down, hello, me, hello, everyone, that is really good.
He doesn't have the time or mood to take care of the Yeshan Sword Sect's affairs. If it wasn't for him being the one with the highest status in the neighborhood, Lu Sheng wouldn't even want to watch the excitement.
But now there is no way. People are coming to your door, so you have to deal with it first.
He followed the junior who was leading the way, and made a sharp sound like a whistle to notify the outer disciples stationed nearby.
So, when he was still on the way, there were at least 20 outer disciples gathered beside Lu Sheng, each with a sword. They were all dressed in light gray uniforms, and they were all in uniform, walking on the street. .
It was just beyond Lu Sheng's expectation that when he arrived at the scene of the incident, it was already too late.
Green House Winery.
The wine shop was in a mess, the tables and chairs were tilted to the ground, some chair legs were broken and were held by someone, and the smashed pieces of wine tanks were scattered everywhere on the ground.
The three members of the Yeshan Sword Sect stood in front of the two yellow-clothed women, staring at the blue-clothed men sitting across from them with bluish complexions.
"In broad daylight, there are actually people who rob people's daughters. Don't you know that this is the territory of my Yeshan Sword Sect!?"
A middle-aged man whose surname is Sun and whose name is Zhaohe is the leader of Yeshan Sword Sect. Sun Zhaohe is the person in charge of public security in this block, and he is also the industrial supervisor placed here by the sect.
Normally, he is not willing to come forward to take care of these shitty fights, but this time even his nephew was involved, so he had to come forward, hoping that the other party will show face, and both sides will take a step back.
Unexpectedly, the people on the opposite side ignored his politeness at all.
Since they are rude, don't blame him for being rude. Sun Zhaohe slowly held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, ready to strike at any time.
The men in Tsing Yi sneered a few times.
"Don't say you Yeshan Sword Sect, so what if it's the Qishan Wumeng? Our Black Snake Sect is chasing thieves, and these two stinky bastards stole my sect's Zhongzhongbao, and we are about to arrest them! You come out now, this You want to be an accomplice, right?"
"You're talking nonsense!!" A girl in yellow angrily said with tears in her beautiful eyes, "That's clearly a treasure in our family! You... you!!?"
Another beautiful woman was also crying, arousing pity.
"You little girl can pretend!" The man in Tsing Yi also became angry, "Give it to me!!" He waved his hand.
Without saying a word, the other two rushed forward immediately.
Sun Zhaohe had never heard of the Black Snake Cult, so he thought it was just an ordinary sect. Unexpectedly, he was unambiguous at the moment. He drew his sword and stepped forward with two senior brothers. People huddled together.
Outside the door, an industrial worker from the Yeshan Sword Sect saw it, and quickly ran out quietly to ask someone to inform the brothers of the sect.
"There are a lot of them, hurry up and ask the Dharma protectors to come!!" The leader in Tsing Yi said in a low voice.
One of the men in Tsing Yi quietly let out a green thread from his sleeve upon seeing this, the green thread snaked out from under his feet, and disappeared like lightning. Apparently, he also informed his colleagues.
The two groups of people clanged and slashed wildly, and the Yushu swordsmanship followed the usual Yeshan Sword School's light and agile line, with fast speed and tricky angles.
The man in Tsing Yi has a scimitar that moves forward and backward at a certain pace, and his whole body turns into a hedgehog-like formation. Whether it is blocking or attacking with the knife, he is powerful and can advance and retreat freely.
Fighting and fighting, the rest of the people were forced to temporarily cease fighting by the confrontation between the two leaders. According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, if these two masters who can already be called masters fight against each other, they can completely determine the outcome of this grudge fight.
Sun Zhaohe and the leader in Tsing Yi, if you just take out one, they can easily deal with five or six strong men.
They can be said to be the decisive combat power present, and the outcome between the two will affect the outcome of the entire scene.
Waited for a while.
Clang clang clang.
There were three crisp sounds in a row, and the man in Tsing Yi slashed at Sun Zhaohe's long sword three times in a row.
The blade of the sword snapped and flew out. Sun Zhaohe's face was ugly, and he took a few steps back, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He still lost a bit, but the other party was also having a hard time.
The man in Tsing Yi laughed loudly, but immediately coughed too. There were three sword marks on the right side of his chest, although all of them were not deep, but they also injured his lungs.
"Yeshan Sword Sect is nothing more than that!! Hahahaha!"
When Sun Zhaohe heard this, his complexion turned ashen.
"Zhuzi is looking for death! Give it to me!!" He waved his hand.
The few people behind who couldn't bear it anymore immediately drew their swords one after another, and rushed towards the man in Tsing Yi with angry eyes.
At some point outside the door, strong men with knives in their hands were also standing one after another. Hearing this, they all rushed into the door in a swarm.
"Humiliate my Yeshan Sword Sect, hack him to death!" Sun Zhaohe roared angrily.
Now the three people in Tsing Yi panicked. There are so many people, there are thirty or forty of them in a blink of an eye, and they are still in such a narrow space. If the other party is really determined to kill, they will never even think about leaving this place.
"What a breath!!"
At this moment, a turquoise figure passed through the gap in the crowd like wind, and slapped five or six people's chests like lightning.
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
The five people flew upside down and turned into ground gourds, vomited blood and passed out on the spot.
This immediately suppressed all the men of the Yeshan Sword Sect, and Sun Zhaohe also changed his face. Looking behind him now, the two women in yellow clothes had disappeared long ago.
But now his eyes are red, and there is no way to separate.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the later green figure flew towards Sun Zhaohe like a ghost.
Sun Zhaohe was horrified, he didn't expect the speed of the opponent to be so fast. Hastily swung the Jade Document sword skill at the fastest speed in his life.
Ding ding ding!
Three times in a row, the tip of the sword was easily blocked by the opponent.
click.
With a final sound, the long sword that Sun Zhaohe had just changed broke again and flew out to be nailed to the wooden beam.
"The quick sword of the Yeshan Sword School is nothing more than that." The green figure sneered, and slapped Sun Zhaohe's left chest with his right palm like lightning.
Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the sky from the gate.
Chi! !
A silver light flashed like lightning. With a poof, it was precisely nailed to the back of the green figure's hand.
ah! !
The man screamed, stepped back several steps and covered his right hand.
"My hand!! Damn it!!"
At this time, two people slowly walked in from the door, two young men wearing the uniforms of Yeshan Sword Sect disciples.
The young man in the lead looked lazy, his eyes narrowed slightly, his short brown hair fluttered in the wind, and he was holding an empty scabbard in his hand. Obviously, he was the one who threw the sword just now.
"What did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?" Lu Sheng walked up to the long sword he had nailed on the wall, stretched out his hand and gently pulled it out.
"You!!" The green figure stared at Lu Sheng angrily, the hatred in his eyes almost devouring flesh and blood.
"Senior Brother Chen!!" Sun Zhaohe was already old, but when he saw Lu Sheng appearing at this moment, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Just now, he was almost beaten to death on the spot just now.
Lu Sheng glanced at him, as well as the excited outer disciples around him.
The strength of these people was just like that, even if it wasn't him, it was just the original Chen Ziluo, who could easily deal with more than ten people.
Formal disciples can be said to be real fighters at the level of entering the rivers and lakes, and these people can only be regarded as ordinary fighters.
Look at the four men in Tsing Yi on the opposite side, each of them is tense as if they are facing a big enemy.
"I won't embarrass you either. If you dare to make trouble on the territory of my Yeshan Sword Sect, each of you will leave with an arm. I will pretend that this incident never happened today."
His face was calm, but what he said made the people on the opposite side feel cold.
For warriors, once they lose an arm, it almost ruins their martial arts for the rest of their lives, and this kind of punishment is only a little better than killing them.
But at this moment, look at the people around, as well as Lu Sheng who is separated by a table not far in front of him.
The cold sweat of several people suddenly seeped out.
"Your Excellency, are you really planning to do everything?" The man in green who covered his hands said coldly.
"Then you can also choose to take my sword. If you don't die, I will let you go." Lu Sheng looked at him strangely. He was rarely so easy to talk, and the other party didn't appreciate it.
Among the few people opposite, only the one who came out from behind was a bit capable, but not to mention compared with Lu Sheng, even compared with the former Chen Ziluo, he was still a bit behind.
"You!!" The man's forehead was dripping with sweat, "You... are fine! My Black Snake Sect remembers you!"
"Black Snake Cult? If everyone in your sect is at your level, then I really have nothing to fear." Lu Sheng said calmly,
"What a breath!!"
Suddenly, there was a rumbling and dull sound piercing the air outside the window.
Boom! !
The window was smashed by a cloud of gray shadows, a strong monk in a gray cassock and holding a Zen staff, with a heavy whistling sound, landed viciously in front of several Black Snake Cultists.
"Uncle Master!"
"Zen Master!!"
"The guardian has arrived!!"
Although the several people in Tsing Yi had different names, all of them looked ecstatic.
Boom! !
The heavy black Zen stick was firmly inserted into the ground to stabilize it.
The monk clasped his hands together, his strong upper body muscles beating slightly like a little mouse.
"The poor monk Dao Se, I have seen the benefactor."