Li Longji is just twenty years old this year. Although the royal education allowed him to be unhappy on the surface, in fact, he was still a child who had not grown up in his heart. Seeing Zhou Xiaomo stand up and stand up for the unfairness, Li Longji immediately became interested. All the guards he brought with him could be one to ten, and after layers of harsh selection, the winners were qualified to be his guards. As long as he wins, he could win and just two people out, he could settle the seven evil men in front of him.

Young man, who doesn't want to pretend to be a pussy?

Li Longji originally thought that when the scarred face drew his sword and threatened Zhou Xiaomo, Zhou Xiaomo would become tough. Who would we be afraid of if we have seven sword guards? Who knew that Zhou Xiaomo was not tough in the face of the sharp blade, but became timid in an instant. This made Li Longji very puzzled and secretly felt embarrassed.

Just before Zhou Xiaomo went upstairs, when seven or eight big men teased the father and daughter of the swords, some customers couldn't stand it and wanted to help, but the other party had many people and were all wearing swords and had extremely cruel faces, so they could only watch them on the side with anger and dared not speak out.

When Zhou Xiaomo appeared to mock the bearded man, the diners were all secretly happy. When they saw Zhou Xiaomo's appearance as a rich and powerful man, they expected that when he came out, he would definitely bring some servants or guardians to accompany him. Everyone thought that the old man who sold the knife was saved and the old man and daughter were saved, they thought that there would be a lively viewing again. Unexpectedly, the scar man only pushed out two inches of blades, and Zhou Xiaomo became timid, which also disappointed the diners.

At this time, the sun was still very fierce. The guests sat in the restaurant and ate the wine they had in Jingshui Town. They were idle and were reluctant to leave with the idea of ​​watching the fun.

Seeing Zhou Xiaomo pretending to be cowardly, the scar man looked around everyone with a smug look and pushed the knife back into the scabbard. His eyes showed his contempt for Zhou Xiaomo: "The old man said his knife was extremely sharp, so we bought two," said Scarface, patted the knife on his waist, drank half a bowl of wine in one breath, wiped his mouth, and continued with great pride, "But, the precious knife on my waist is not convinced, and I want to compete with the old man's two knives."

Zhou Xiaomo pretended to be curious and asked, "What is the result of the competition?"

Just now, Zhou Xiaomo wanted to take away all the people and the knife. The scar man thought he had some skills, so he didn't take him seriously at this time and glanced at him: "The old man's two knives can only be suitable for some people to eat melons and cut vegetables, guard the house and protect the hospital. How can he defeat my sword, which is as iron-eating as mud?"

Zhou Xiaomo made a disbelief and clasped his fists and said, "I have never seen a treasure knife that is as sharp as mud. I wonder if this big brother can show off his skills on the spot and let me see your treasure knife."

Seeing that Zhou Xiaomo was so cowardly, Li Longji almost wanted to leave. If people knew that he was with him, how could he have sex in the future?

Everyone likes to show off, not to show off, and is struck by lightning, and the scar face is no exception.

The scar man cut off the old man's two swords in a row, which attracted a lot of applause and attracted a lot of attention. At this time, he was already drunk. It was just when he was proud. Zhou Xiaomo asked him to demonstrate the sharpness of the sword again, and he naturally wanted it.

The scarred man glanced at the little girl behind the old man. He had a very good figure. He glanced at the little girl's chest a few times before swallowing a few mouthfuls, then hooked his index finger at the old man: "Old man, take another knife over."

Just now, Zhou Xiaomo's appearance made the old man who sold the sword thought he had met a good person. Unexpectedly, when the scar man only pushed out a few inches of blade, Zhou Xiaomo was shocked and quickly fell to Scarface. At this time, he even encouraged Scarface to show the power of the sword again. This made the old man who sold the sword complain secretly, thinking that even the playboys could not believe it. They were all people who were naked butts and dared not to provoke them.

"Slowly, slowly!" Zhou Xiaomo waved his hand to Scarface and said, "Just just now, the brother Tai, who has a curly beard and looks majestic, said that the old man can only cut melons and vegetables, and he is not even as good as a wooden knife. If Brother Tai uses your precious knife to cut the wooden knife, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Scarface was stunned, and then realized that this little playboy had been wandering around for a long time, trying to say that his sword was not as good as the wooden sword. However, his companion had said just now that the old man's sword was not as good as the wooden sword, which made Scarface speechless for a while, and could not find any words to refute, and his face became ugly and could be furious at any time.

Zhou Xiaomo took a knife from the old man, made a cross step, circled his legs, turned his face to the side, and slashed a few randomly, scaring the old man selling the knife and the bearded man quickly dodged.

"puff……"

The diners laughed. Although this little playboy is not bad, his posture of dancing swords is really not satisfactory. This is not a dance sword, it is clearly a turtle dance, and there is no way to make a lot of things. In the martial Tang Dynasty, this is really a big tooth that can laugh off people.

The few guards sitting next to Li Longji would have laughed out loud if they hadn't been hindering the face of the Linzi King.

This made Li Longji feel very embarrassed and thought to himself that fortunately he didn't come up with him just now. If someone else knew that I would be brother to him, I wouldn't be so shameful.

Zhou Xiaomo didn't feel his posture was ugly. She sat down panting, lifted up her sleeves, and shaved her hair on her arm with a knife. He didn't care about everyone's laughing, saying, "I said, old man, you are really, you actually came out to sway with a knife that is more blunt than wood. It would be fine if you smashed your own sign. You said you smashed the face of Brother Scar, but it's just your fault. No wonder they asked you to pay for money. After a long time, Brother Scar cut two dull knives. Wouldn't that make the sword very shameless?"

Zhou Xiaomo said this, and everyone was a little confused.

Seeing that everyone was confused, Zhou Xiaomo laughed secretly and said to the scar man: "I wonder if your precious sword that cuts iron like mud can cut off the iron stick as thick as a little finger?"

If you can even cut the iron rod as thick as a little finger and call it a shitty sword, Scarface now understands it. You guys wander around for a long time and it turns out that you were destroying the platform. He sneered: "Not to mention the iron rod as thick as a little finger, even if it is an iron rod as thick as your wrist, I can cut it into two pieces in one piece."

"I carry an iron stick with me. I wonder if your sword can cut off my sword." Zhou Xiaomo said, reaching out to take out the black ant stick from his pocket and put it on the table. "My stick is only this one in the world. I have been with me for many years. It has never been defeated by stones and has never failed with all kinds of sharp blades. It can be said that any sword is irresistible in front of it, and no knife can cut a trace on the stick body. Therefore, my stick is called [Dugu Qiubai]."

Dugu Qiubai?
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