Yi Fan was startled, and hurriedly searched again carefully, but he really couldn't find it. He suddenly realized that the squirrel must have been lost when it was playing around, and this matter must have a lot to do with the old man. The old man didn't touch much of the food on the table, and now he was packing up his luggage, as if he was going to leave. Yi Fan didn't dare to delay, and ran to him and said sincerely: "Old man, let me ask you, have you ever seen a strange-shaped Zhi grass?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the old man flew into a rage and cursed: "Damn it, who are you? How dare you slander me? Believe it or not, I can break your dog legs immediately."
Yi Fan was stunned and said: "Hey! Can you talk nicely? I didn't say you took it. Why are you so aggressive?" The old man didn't answer, but kicked Yi Fan in the lower abdomen viciously, cursing: "You are tired of living, how dare you talk to me like this." Yi Fan only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. This kick made him lose his balance and he fell down unexpectedly. It took him a long time to get up from the ground, with two tubes of nosebleed hanging under his nose.
He grabbed the old man's collar and was about to punch him in the face with his other fist. Unexpectedly, something fell out of the old man's arms. He looked closely and saw that it was his own Zhicao.
Yi Fan was furious and said, "See what else you have to say?" The old man laughed and said, "Why do you say it's yours? Will it respond if you call it? It fell from my arms, it's clearly mine." Yi Fan was furious. This was clearly his Zhicao, but he didn't know how this man stole it. Now it fell from his arms, and he couldn't prove that it was his. It seemed that if this matter was not handled well, he might have to bear the reputation of robbing others' property.
Although the world where Yi Fan originally lived had many dark sides, generally speaking, there were still certain rules, and such unreasonable and black-and-white situations rarely occurred.
He encountered this incident when he first entered this world. I'm afraid it was not a coincidence, but the folk customs here were like this. At this time, the diners at the tables around him all showed a gloating expression, as if they were watching a good show, and they were obviously happy about this kind of thing.
Yi Fan had never been insulted like this before, and he was so angry that his chest was about to explode. He wanted to fight this old man to death, but although he was tall, he was very weak and harmless, and he looked like he had no power at all. The old man was extremely brave, with a vicious look on his face. Before Yi Fan could make a move, he rushed to hit him in the face. After three consecutive punches, Yi Fan's nose was bleeding wildly, and his face was a mess. The old man grinned and said, "I told you not to speak human words and wrongly accuse people."
Yi Fan was dizzy after being beaten, but he still held the old man's collar tightly, thinking in his heart, "I can't let him go like this." The old man beat him again, trying to run away, and was about to run away. Yi Fan suddenly rushed forward and held the old man's arms and body tightly between his arms. The old man struggled for a while, but could not get free. He wanted to fight again, but his hands were pressed tightly against his body by the other party, and he could not attack. However, Yi Fan could not free his hands to attack the old man at this time, and the two of them froze here.
At this time, most of the diners around were eating while turning their heads and smiling at the two people fighting. No one wanted to stop the fight. Instead, someone asked the old man to pick up the chair next to him and smash it on Yi Fan's head, saying that the fight was not exciting now, and it would be more interesting if someone died.
When the waiter saw the two people fighting when delivering the dishes, his face was quite surprised and happy. I think life has been boring for a long time, and it is rare to have some fun. He was just worried that they would break the tables and chairs, so he said that fighting here is okay, but if you break something, you have to pay ten times
Yi Fan looked at the expressions of the people around him and felt quite humiliated. He felt like a clown. These people were just watching a monkey show, without any concern for human life.
Seeing that he couldn't get away for a while, the old man was secretly anxious. Suddenly, he whistled, and a gray shadow swooped down from the roof of the hotel, picked up the grass on the ground, jumped onto a table, jumped between the tables and chairs, and rushed out near the window facing the street.
The squirrel was about to jump out of the window, and suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed it in mid-air. The owner of this hand was about forty years old, wearing a gray coat, with a square face, and looked like an ordinary man of the rivers and lakes. He was sitting on a chair by the window, eating the wine and food on the table, and saw the squirrel just jumping out of the window in front of him, so he grabbed it. He grabbed the squirrel and said to the old man with a smile: "You want to beat that young man, and everyone is watching like a circus, which is not bad, but you can't take this 'Three Leaf Zhi' away." Yi Fan only knew at this time that this thing was called "Three Leaf Zhi".
Before the old man answered, he suddenly heard a deafening laugh from the western corner. Someone laughed and said: "You are worthy of snatching this thing, don't you see what you can do?"
The middle-aged man looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in his sixties sitting on a chair in the western corner. He was skinny and his dark face was full of wrinkles, like an old monkey who was dying. He looked up at the sky and didn't even look at himself. He was very arrogant. The old man was wearing a white robe with a black cloud embroidered on the edge of the white robe. It was so realistic that it seemed to fly out at any time.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly when he saw his clothes, and was obviously wondering about the origin of this person. Then he suddenly said, "It turns out that you are the 'Three Musketeers' of the Yunmo Palace in Heiyun Mountain. No wonder you are so arrogant, but I don't know which one of the three is it?"
The old man said proudly, "I am Du Wanfeng, who are you?" The middle-aged man said, "I am Chang Xiao."
At this moment, an old man in black robe rushed in from the window where the squirrel was about to jump out. He looked very similar to Du Wanfeng. He stared at Chang Xiao and said, "You are so brave that you ruined our good deeds." After that, he sat down at the table of the white-robed old man and drank a glass of wine on the table. It turned out that the two of them had ambushed someone outside the window. If Chang Xiao hadn't accidentally intercepted the squirrel, the squirrel would have been captured by him once it escaped from the restaurant, and he would have been able to get the three-leaf chrysanthemum without leaving any trace. It's really scheming.
Du Wanfeng waved his hand, and eight men from the other tables in the restaurant came up, drew long swords from their waists, and surrounded Chang Xiao. One of them with a scarred face said, "If you know what's good for you, hand over the three-leafed chrysanthemum, I'll let you live. No one who goes against our Black Cloud Mountain will have a good end."
Chang Xiao was not moved at all, and slowly drank a glass of wine in his hand, and said calmly, "Today I will learn from you all."
Yi Fan saw that the three-leafed chrysanthemum was in someone else's hands, so he stopped pestering the old man and stood aside, watching the situation. Du Wanfeng coughed, and a big man took advantage of Chang Xiao's unpreparedness and swung his sword at his head from the side. Chang Xiao picked up a block with his sword and sheath, and this block was so powerful that he forced the man back three steps. He jumped forward, left the chair, avoided the six long swords stabbing from behind, and slashed at the big man again. The big man stretched out his sword to block, but was kicked hard in the abdomen by Chang Xiao.
At this time, two more swords stabbed from the side. Chang Xiao drew his sword out of its sheath with a swish sound. He used the sheath in his left hand to block the two swords, and held the sword in his right hand to chop the lower abdomen of the two men in front. After more than ten moves, the two big men came forward with swords. Chang Xiao slashed with his sword horizontally. Where the blade swept, the two men's arms were seriously injured, blood splattered, and the long sword fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.
Chang Xiao became more and more courageous in the battle. Suddenly, he turned his sword backwards and chopped a man's thigh. The knife was very heavy, and the man's right leg was almost cut off. The blood dyed a large area of the ground red, and he lay on the ground screaming loudly. Seeing Chang Xiao's mighty power and his companions' tragic end, the remaining few people were very afraid. They surrounded the place with swords and kept throwing the hotel tables and chairs at him. Chang Xiao chopped them one by one with his sword. For a while, no one dared to step forward.
Du Wanfeng was relieved when he saw this, thinking: "Your ability is just like this. These few minions can entangle you for such a long time. It seems that whether to capture you alive or kill you is up to you." Thinking of this, he walked slowly into the circle with his cane and said: "Let me learn the skills of the hero Chang." As he said that, he stretched out his cane and quickly hit Chang Xiao's chest. Chang Xiao turned his knife to block. He knew that Du Wanfeng was one of the "Three Musketeers" and was very famous in the world. He did not dare to neglect him at all. He danced with a knife with great power, not seeking to hurt the enemy, but to protect himself. He first saw the direction of his sword and found out the details before using the killing move.
Du Wanfeng unfolded his body skills and kept spinning around Chang Xiao. His cane was like a poisonous snake, stretching and shrinking, and was extremely agile. He kept hitting the acupoints on Chang Xiao's body. Suddenly, his cane was deflected by Chang Xiao, and with a hiss, it hit the wall behind him. Suddenly, a round hole as thick as a finger appeared on the wall, several inches deep. The onlookers were all shocked when they saw it, thinking how powerful this point is, if it hits someone, it will pierce through you.
At this time, Chang Xiao's single sword danced in front of him like a white silk, and there was a constant ding-dong sound, and sparks kept blooming around like fireworks. Although Du Wanfeng's crutches were extraordinary, they couldn't get in at all. However, Chang Xiao's defensive posture was also obvious, and he didn't attack from beginning to end.
No matter how stupid Du Wanfeng was, he understood at this moment that Chang Xiao had deliberately hidden his moves just now, otherwise, with the martial arts just now, how could he block such an attack from him? He didn't attack, not because he had no power to fight back, but because he was just trying to figure out the way of his moves. Du Wanfeng became even more anxious, thinking to himself, "I have a reputation in the martial arts world. I have been fighting with this unknown guy for so long, but I still can't defeat him. If my friends in the martial arts world know about this, I will become a laughing stock."
He thought so in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all. He looked very relaxed and said with a smile, "Chang Yingxiong, let's not fight anymore, okay? It's easier to resolve a feud than to make one. Do we have to fight to the death?" Although he asked the other party to stop, his moves suddenly changed, chopping, slashing, poking, hooking, and pressing, and his moves became more fierce.
Chang Xiao swung his single sword around him three times, but he still couldn't stop this sudden attack. He took three steps back and barely took it. He cursed in his heart, "Despicable and shameless." This attack was not only extremely sudden, but the stick techniques were all off-center, and the stick tips were all delivered from directions that Chang Xiao's single sword could not defend. It was tricky and weird, so he had to retreat. Seeing another stick coming towards his right ribs, Chang Xiao used his saber to block it, but unexpectedly, this move was a fake move, and it suddenly stabbed Chang Xiao's chest diagonally. Suddenly, Chang Xiao shouted loudly, and the saber was handed over to his left hand, and the blade was placed on the cane and cut down diagonally. This was a fierce killing move, and Du Wanfeng was caught off guard. It seemed that there was no way to avoid it, and his five fingers had to be cut off.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of breaking air behind him, and there was a weapon attacking. Chang Xiao had no time to turn around, nor to cut off his five fingers. He turned his saber back to block behind him. With a loud bang, Chang Xiao's arm was shaken violently, and the saber almost flew out of his hand. He was shocked.