A gust of cold wind blew up, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground and flying past Shen Xiaojia. It cooled the dark night and Shen Xiaojia's heart.

"What do you mean it's none of your business..." Shen Xiaojia pursed his lips, suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh! I see, do you want to take care of this pig yourself, Princess Jujube? It's easy to say, I'll leave it to you.

It’s just that you have to be careful with your actions, just let her cry in a rhythmic manner, and don’t really kill anyone.”

"You may have misunderstood me..." Mo Chunfeng curled his lips and said, "To be precise, this matter has nothing to do with me... The person you bumped into, she will send someone to chop off your legs. This

Does it have anything to do with me?"

Shen Xiaojia's face suddenly stiffened and he opened his mouth, but was unable to refute.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Cizhao couldn't help laughing and bent over. He pointed at Shen Xiaojia with trembling branches and said sarcastically, "You must be dumbfounded. You just want to make everyone betray you and dare to fight with me. You are like a bat with chicken feathers on it. You

What kind of bird is that?"

Shen Xiaojia took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, pulled out the Shuangjiang Sword and the Fire Knife from his back with a loud sound, looked sideways at the servants and Zhu Cizhao, shrugged his nose and said, "If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm sick."

Cat...Okay, today I will let you experience the style of a peerless master!"

When the last word fell, Shen Xiaojia jumped forward like a sharp arrow, wielding a sword with his left hand and a knife with his right hand, and attacked the group of servants elegantly.

However, the expected scene of one man overwhelming a group of enemies did not happen.

Three breaths later, there was a muffled bang at the door of Hongchen Inn.

Shen Xiaojia flew out upside down and hit a willow tree opposite the inn, knocking down countless green leaves.

A tall and burly man among the servants slowly retracted his arm, glanced at Shen Xiaojia contemptuously, and said four words in a rough voice, "Fancy!"

Shen Xiaojia held his stomach and slowly climbed up while holding on to the tree trunk. His face was ashen and he said, "It doesn't count just now! You're doing a sneak attack! And you're such a big guy, you're not in the same weight class as me. It's so unfair... Let's just press

The rules of the world, pick one." His eyes swept over the group of servants one by one, and he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at a short old man, "I'll start with you first, for the sake of your age.

, I’ll let you make the first move!”

The old man pointed to his nose, walked out of the crowd hunched over, and said in surprise, "Me?"

"It's either your mother or you!" Seeing her faltering, Shen Xiaojia suddenly gained a little more confidence, took a few steps forward, put on a posture and said, "Come on! Let's show off!"

Before Shen Xiaojia could finish his words, the old man had already disappeared from the spot. In an instant, he came to Shen Xiaojia. He made a fist with his right hand and raised it up. The surface of his fist ignited a ball of blazing heat as it rose slowly but actually quickly.

The invisible flames struck Shen Xiaojia hard on the lower jaw.

Bang! Another muffled sound came out.

Shen Xiaojia flew straight into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground. Even Shuangjiang Sword and Fire Knife fell aside.

The old man slowly retreated into the crowd, coughed heavily, and muttered, "Young people today are so fearless. I was more of a slut when I was young. When I met an old guy, I would hide as far away as possible..."

Shen Xiaojia supported the ground with one hand and wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with the other hand. He exhaled a breath, straightened up, clenched his fists and said, "What are you doing? I haven't called you to start yet. Do you want to talk about martial ethics?"

!The reason why I didn’t take action just now is because after thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate. People say that boxing is not good for young people. I can’t bully old people! Forget it, let’s find another one..."

After a pause, Shen Xiaojia stretched out his fingers across the face of one of the servants, and suddenly stopped on the head of a child licking a candied haws, "That one over there... yes! That's the kid licking the candied haws! I

I have tolerated you for a long time. How dare you keep chewing candied haws on such a solemn competition occasion? That’s too much! Let’s have a fight. Brother, I will take good care of you on behalf of your parents!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Xiaojia fell down again. After leaving his body shape on the wall of a shop diagonally opposite the Hongchen Inn, he slowly slid down.

The child holding the candied haws in hand stood where Shen Xiaojia had been, sniffing and saying, "I hate it when people make fun of my parents... When we fight, we fight. If you make fun of other people's parents, where are your manners!"

Zhu Cizhao, who had been watching the show, laughed loudly and said, "Wow! You are a peerless master who flew so high like the wind and was stepped on by so many people! This is the first time I have seen this kind of grace..." He suddenly put his face away.

With a smile on his face, he waved his hand with cold eyes, "I've seen enough of the show. Let's end it. Cut off his legs and throw them away. Don't leave them here to get in the way!"

A bearded servant carrying a big knife made a promise, raised his leg and walked towards Shen Xiaojia who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised the big knife, and chopped down with an indifferent expression.

Whoosh!

A snowy shadow suddenly appeared in front of Shen Xiaojia.

White clothes are better than snow.

But it was not Mo Chunfeng who was wearing a snow robe, because Mo Chunfeng was still waiting for the next good show with his arms folded, without the slightest intention to help.

What floated over was a white monk's robe, with the same snow-like eyes.

Shen Xiaojia just raised his head at this moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

There were two reasons why his eyes lit up. One was because of the shiny bald head, and the other was because of the sudden burst of blood.

It was not Shen Xiaojia who was bleeding, nor was it the bearded servant holding the knife.

At the moment when he arrived, Nanru stretched out a hand, then accurately grasped the big knife that had been chopped down, and also stopped the big knife.

"Amitabha!"

A chant awakened everyone in the room.

Nanbu did not look at the bearded servant, but looked at Zhu Cizhao who was not far away with a gentle face, and advised, "Almsgiver, if you have to be merciful, please be merciful. Being kind to others means being kind to yourself. Stop it."

!”

Zhu Cizhao stared at the handsome face, especially after the bright red color flew up, adding a bit of evil charm, and couldn't help but feel a little crazy. After a long time, he came back to his senses, snorted coldly, and said with a pout,

"Why should I listen to you! It was this bastard who insulted me first. Now it is very fair to take off his leg. It is a mercy not to take his life directly..."

"When will retribution be repaid?" Nanlai raised his right hand in front of his chest and said calmly, "If it's calculated this way, after your servant cuts off this young man's thigh, I will cut off your hand.

It’s only fair.”

Zhu Cizhao frowned slightly and said sternly, "How dare you! How is this fair? I didn't rush into you..."

"You didn't hit me, but your servant really cut my hand..." Nulu's left hand holding the blade of the blade squeezed hard, and suddenly a force of energy surged out of his palm, shaking the sword.

Broken into pieces, he said calmly, "So if you don't stop, I will have no choice but to take action, the cycle of cause and effect, tit for tat."

"You hurt yourself..." Zhu Cizhao knew very well how tough Bearded's sword was, and when he saw it, it broke into pieces as soon as he pinched it. He was really startled, bit his lip, and said in dissatisfaction, "And

Even if my servant made a mistake in wielding the sword, it was an unintentional mistake! Taking a step back, even if he deliberately cut you, what does that have to do with me? If you want revenge, you should go to him. Why did you cut it?

my hand……"

"You see you can still be reasonable..." Nan Ruo said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "Your servant is obeying your orders and is equivalent to your hands and feet, so every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. In the end, this retribution will naturally fall on you.

Regarding this master, it was an unintentional mistake for your servant to cut my hand, and it was also an unintentional mistake for this young man to rush into me. If you can take off one of his legs, I can take away one of your hands. This is who I am.
Chapter completed!