The slovenly-dressed swordsman was kicked out, but he was not angry at all (and had no confidence). He picked up the shabby little baggage from the ground and walked to a pawn shop as if it was nothing.
"I'm sorry, sir, we're closing." The pawn shop clerk said and closed the door. "Wait!" The sloppy swordsman stuffed his sword into the crack of the door, and the clerk had no choice but to open the door again.
"Sir, what do you want to pawn?" The pawn shop clerk gave him a cold look. Yes, he was covered in rags, so what valuables could he have?
"Take this sword!" He said, taking off the long sword from his back and handing it to the assistant.
The clerk took the sword and saw that it was indeed a good sword: the sword was made of shark skin and ivory and the blade was illuminated by a cold light. He quickly took it in and showed it to the big shopkeeper. The big shopkeeper looked at the sword carefully and then looked at the viewer.
Slowly stretch out two fingers
"200 taels? I'll get it to him right away."
"Wrong! It's 20 taels!" the shopkeeper laughed.
The clerk leaned down and whispered to the shopkeeper: "Sir, the market price of this sword is estimated to be over a thousand taels! If the offer is too small, they will definitely not agree to it."
The big shopkeeper smiled slightly: "He will definitely agree, and he will definitely redeem it. He doesn't care how much it is pawned."
Sure enough, as the big shopkeeper said, the swordsman took the silver and left without saying a word.
The guy touched his head and muttered in a low voice: "What kind of swordsman is this? He pawned his own sword~~."
While some people were rejoicing that dinner was in order, some people were fighting over the battle for room number one.
Qinghe Zhai is a famous inn in Hangzhou. Not only the rooms are luxuriously decorated and comfortably furnished,
The dishes prepared by the chef are also of a high standard, so many martial arts people came to stay here during this martial arts competition.
The guest rooms in Qinghezhai are divided into Tianzihao, Dizihao, Xuanzihao and Huangzihao. The grades decrease accordingly. Of course, everyone wants to live in a Tianzi room, but not ordinary people can afford a Tianzi room. Some people can afford it.
I dare not live there either. Why that? You will know who lives in the six rooms of Tianzi No. 1~ Tianzi No. 1: Taoist Master Qingyuan of Wudang. Tianzi No. 2: Master Jingxuan of Emei
Tianzi No. 3: Elder Zhou Tiangua of Kongtong. Tianzi No. 4: Nine-Slayer Master of the Blood Demon Sect. Tianzi No. 5: Nangong Feihong, the young leader of the Tianjian Alliance. Tianzi No. 6:————
——Uh~~ Guo Ziheng, the eldest disciple of the Tang Sect, is fighting with a disciple (named soldier) of the Liegui Sect (an unknown small sect).
Guo Ziheng was aggressive: "Humph! I don't even care what your identity is! Dare you live in a house with a high-end house? Dare you dare to compete with our Tang family for the limelight? You don't even think about your own bones!"
The disciples of Liegui Sect also showed no sign of weakness: "I came first! I don't care about you, Tang Sect Water Sect! I haven't heard of it! First come, first served, do you understand?"
The two sides became more and more excited as they talked. Suddenly Guo Ziheng stretched out his palm and pushed the disciple of Liegui Sect back a few steps and leaned heavily against the bamboo wall of the inn. The disciple of Liegui Sect wanted to fight back, but unexpectedly he was hit by the back of his neck.
He grabbed him, and a man who was more than six feet tall and had thick arms lifted him up with one hand: "Brother, I'm sorry. We, the Tang Clan, need to use this room. Please stay somewhere else and just be a helper."
I'm doing you a favor, okay?" After saying that, he suddenly let go of his hand, and the unlucky guy suddenly fell to the ground. He got up and ran away quickly without daring to talk nonsense.
"No, I have to beat him! Guo Ziheng angrily tried to catch up, but was stopped by the six-foot strong man: "Forget it, the ignorant Yao Mo sect is not worth getting angry with.
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"I didn't expect so many masters to come~~I wonder if I can come out on top this time~." Guo Ziheng looked at the dense crowd downstairs and felt guilty.
The six-foot strong man grinned, his teeth were very white: "Brother, what are you talking about? Don't forget that you are the next head of our Tang Sect. Didn't the master say that? If you can
If you get a good ranking in this conference, I will pass the throne to you immediately. I am optimistic about you! Senior brother! You are the most talented in our Tang Sect! You will definitely be the leader!"
Guo Ziheng was very happy after hearing this, patted his shoulder and entered the house.
Looking at Guo Ziheng who entered the room triumphantly, the strong man smiled coldly.
This six-foot-tall strong man is Fei Man, the third disciple of the head of the Tang Sect. In terms of martial arts and scheming, he is far superior to his senior brother Guo Ziheng. Logically speaking, he should have a good chance of becoming the next leader. But unfortunately, the senior brother has
One of his strengths is that he is very popular. Not only is his master doting on him, but even his second senior brother Chu Xiong supports him, which makes Fei Man very helpless. This time he strongly persuaded the boss to let his senior brother attend, just to make him look embarrassed.
After his reputation plummeted, he found himself fishing in troubled waters.
Outside the city of Hangzhou, a donkey cart came slowly~~ Sitting on the donkey cart were a young couple who were visiting relatives in the city, a sad old lady, and a young man who was fast asleep. The young man
He has a tiger-like head, a big head, a big waist and a round waist, and he snores very loudly.
Suddenly the wheels of the donkey cart hit a rock, and the people on the cart were almost thrown out.
"Oh mother, I'm scared to death~~, the young couple's daughter-in-law started arguing loudly, uncle, how can you drive the cart~Why did the donkey cart overturn?"
"Stop arguing! We have to hurry up! Otherwise the city gate will be closed!" The old man who was driving the car was very anxious.
The young man who was sleeping in the car and was drooling also woke up and said, "Ah~~~Why is it so noisy~~Where are you? Uncle~~~."
"Little brother, the city of Hangzhou is ahead! Can you see it? It's right in front!"
"Wow~~I'm finally here!! Hahahaha~." He jumped up from the donkey cart and ran away like flying.
Everyone was stunned. After a while, the young wife asked timidly: "His uncle, he hasn't given you the car money yet?"
This young man is Tan Liang, the only successor of the Tan Clan. Decades ago, the Tan Clan was famous for his kicking skills. Later, he offended the imperial court and hid in the mountains. Later, the talent gradually withered and there were only a few disciples left. Nineteen-year-old Tan
Liang is the most talented among the three generations of disciples. This time he went out privately to participate in the martial arts competition for no other reason than because he heard that there was a bonus and there were many delicious and fun places in Hangzhou. So he traveled all the way here.
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Tan Liang used Qinggong and soon arrived in front of the city gate. He saw that the city gate was slowly closing~~ He made a leap and wanted to get through, but unexpectedly the door was closed one step faster.
He touched the big bag on his head and secretly thought about his luck. A fierce tiger's kick broke the city gate bolt! He turned around and followed up with another roundhouse kick. The city gate trembled from the kick and slowly opened a crack.
~~He showed a clear smile and slipped in in a flash.
Ding, a veteran who closed the city gate, rubbed his eyes hard. There were people everywhere in the silent city tower? Why did the city gate open again by itself? It seemed like he really should retire.