The young man who had just come in shot extremely fast, so fast that before everyone could react, the sword had already been inserted into Cha Meng's neck, and when he pulled out the long sword like a piece of iron, Cha Meng's companion reacted, but the young man's sword twitched again.

It stands to reason that if the young man wants to kill again, he should kill the person at the table closest to Cha Meng, but he is reluctant to go far, and stabs his sword at the four men in strange costumes at the next table.

The young man's sword was very fast, like lightning and flint, and like a thunderbolt from the sky, and as soon as the four men were on guard and wanted to fight back, the long sword pierced the throat, no more, no less, exactly four blows.

Wang Zhong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also put down the wine jug and watched the young man kill with interest.

The young man's swordsmanship was simple and direct, even rudimentary, coming and going was straight and straight stabbing, but he couldn't stand his speed, so fast that he pierced the throats of five people in the blink of an eye.

With Wang Zhong's knowledge, he saw that the young man's swordsmanship won quickly, and when the speed was fast to a certain point, it was the most terrible swordsmanship in the world, the swordsmanship of killing.

The speed of the teenager is different from the undefeated in the East, the undefeated speed of the East is like a ghost, erratic, unable to see clearly, and elusive. The young man's speed was like lightning, and he obviously saw him make a move, but when he just wanted to defend, it was too late, and the young man's sword had already pierced into the death hole.

At the same time, Wang Zhong found that in addition to the fast sword, the young man was also very smart, as soon as he entered the door, he unexpectedly killed the strongest Cha Meng, and then dealt with the four strangers who posed the greatest threat, which was very strategic.

Those four strange people didn't seem to have high martial arts, but Wang Zhong knew that they were all masters of using poison, and the threat was not under that investigation, so the young man was willing to seek the near and far, and killed the four of them first with thunderous means, and the rest was naturally not difficult to deal with.

After the boy killed four people, Leng Leng swept away the remaining three people, a cripple, a dart master-like figure, and finally Hong Hanmin.

The cripple reacted immediately, but instead of seeking revenge on the boy, he rushed towards the door with an arrow, and he was ready to escape.

Wang Zhong didn't expect that the cripple was a master of light skills, at least the light skills were better than Wang Zhong, at first glance, it was the result of hard training since childhood, it seemed that he practiced light skills hard to make up for the shortcomings of congenital lameness, and after decades of exercise, his stump legs were even more powerful than ordinary people.

But no matter how high the cripple's light skills are, it can't be faster than the young man's sword, and the iron sword mercilessly pierces the cripple's only good leg, and the tip of the sword trembles slightly, breaking the cripple's hamstrings, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

As if the boy had done something insignificant, the sword moved again, piercing through the back of the cripple's heart and out of the chest.

In a few breaths, the young man had already killed six people, and only two dart masters including Hong Hanmin were left in Cha Meng's gang, and the young man was also ruthless, showing no mercy when he used his sword, and regarded human life as a mustard.

After the boy killed six people, he didn't shoot anymore, Hong Hanmin and another dart master were already frightened and ran out of the hotel like crazy, but the boy didn't kill them all, but aimed the tip of his sword at Wang Zhong.

"Are you one of them?" the young man looked quite handsome, but his voice was extremely cold.

"I don't know them. Wang Zhong calmly took a sip of wine, then picked up a mouthful of food and ate it.

The dish was stir-fried wild vegetables, which was very refreshing, and Wang Zhong was very satisfied with what he ate, as if the corpses all over the wine shop could not affect his appetite at all.

The young man took a deep look at Wang Zhong, then put away his sword, turned around and prepared to leave, the young man didn't say much, which made Wang Zhong interested.

"You're not going to kill me?"

The young man did not answer Wang Zhong, and slowly walked to the door of the wine shop, not fast but very steady.

"You're not afraid, I'm here for that thing. Wang Zhong ate and drank a lot, and he didn't know who to talk to.

The young man paused as he moved forward, then continued on, and when he came to the door, the sword flashed, and there were a few more words on the pillar.

After the words were written, the boy left, and soon returned with Hong Hanmin and handed it over to the hotel owner to take care of.

Wang Zhong has good eyesight and can clearly see the words engraved by the young man on the pillar.

"If you kill Zhuge Lei for me, I will kill these people for you, I will no longer owe you a debt, and I know that a person must not be in debt!"

There is also an arrow under the word, and the direction is the direction of Na Hong Hanmin.

Wang Zhong knew that the young man's words were not reserved for him, so he believed that there would be people coming to this small wine shop.

Sure enough, after half a cup of tea, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a mink fur, with vicissitudes in the corners of his eyes, a drunken body, and an appearance that looked like a scholar and a drunkard.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he saw the corpses all over the ground, and then he was stunned when he saw Wang Zhong drinking and eating food in the wine shop full of corpses.

"You killed these people?" said the middle-aged man with uncertainty in his tone.

Wang Zhongnunu mouthed and pointed to the words on the pillar, and the middle-aged man realized the words left by the young man.

"I see!" the middle-aged man smiled bitterly when he saw the words, and then found the hotel owner who was guarding Hong Hanmin.

Wang Zhong found that the middle-aged man knew the hotel owner, and it seemed that he had patronized the wine shop before, but unfortunately the hotel owner couldn't recognize the middle-aged man, but fortunately, when the young man left, he explained to the boss that there would be a "Li Tanhua" to the wine shop, and the boss only needed to hand over Hong Hanmin to him.

The middle-aged man is Li Tanhua.

When Wang Zhong heard Li Tanhua's three words, he probably guessed what kind of world he came to.

The amorous swordsman ruthless sword, the first knife of Fengyun, the classic martial arts novel of Master Gu, Wang Zhong also read it when he was a child, and he still remembers a little bit of the plot, but it is not very clear, but there is one sentence that he still remembers very clearly.

"Xiao Li Flying Knife, it's not a wasted example!" Wang Zhong put down his wine glass and asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man pressed Hong Hanmin and walked up to Wang Zhong, and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency knows Li?"

"Bai Xiaosheng lined up the weapon spectrum, Xiao Li Feidao ranked third, Li Xunhuan's name, Wang has naturally heard of it!" Wang Zhong smiled.

"Your Excellency's surname is Wang, but you can forgive me for being clumsy, I really can't remember any master surnamed Wang in the martial arts?"

"It's normal not to remember, Wang has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, so naturally he will not be famous. Wang Zhong said.

Li Xunhuan said with a smile: "If Brother Wang wants to set foot in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the rivers and lakes will be turned upside down!"

"Brother Wang is also here for the golden silk armor?"

Wang Zhong glanced at Hong Hanmin, he vaguely remembered that the "Golden Silk Armor", one of the "Three Treasures of Martial Arts", was worn on this person, but he was not interested in treasures, but was interested in the "first knife in the world".

"What kind of thing is the golden silk armor, Wang really wants to see the demeanor of Xiao Li's flying knife!" Wang Zhong's eyes burst out with extraordinary fighting intent.

Li Xunhuan clicked on Hong Hanmin's acupoint to prevent him from escaping, and then threw it to the wall, a big living person of more than 100 catties was not much heavier than a feather in Li Xunhuan's hand.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Li Xunhuan suddenly coughed, and then he couldn't stop coughing, making Wang Zhong frown.

"Are you sick?" Wang Zhong frowned.

"It's just tuberculosis, it's not enough to worry about your teeth, just drink some wine. After speaking, Li Xunhuan actually picked up the wine jug in front of Wang Zhong and took a big sip from the sky.

Wang Zhong waited for him to finish drinking before shaking his head and said, "You are really an alcoholic, coughing like this and still drinking, aren't you afraid of death?"

"What is there to be afraid of in life!" Li Xunhuan said freely: "Without wine, I, Li Xunhuan, would be better off than dead!"

"Good Li Xunhuan, when a big white float. Wang Zhong picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, and the original tense atmosphere disappeared in a blink of an eye.