Wang Ke looked at the plates on the table that were as clean as if they had just been washed, and then looked at the people who were in a daze like him, and a strong sense of powerlessness filled his heart.

I can't grab it, I really can't grab it.

If the discussion just now has not made everyone realize the power of the fat man, now everyone is willing to worship.

With one enemy and eight, he wiped out at least two-thirds of the meal, and seeing that he didn't seem to have eaten enough, Wang Ke couldn't help but worry about his wallet.

Xia Xueqing pulled Wang Ke's sleeve with a worried look and whispered something. He nodded and said, "Brother Zhang, can you discuss something?"

Zhang Ye immediately asked vigilantly, "Pavilion master, don't you want to take care of the food?"

Wang Ke waved his hand and said, "You can take care of the rice, but can you make it?"

"No problem!" Zhang Ye responded neatly, patted his chest and said, "I thought I was full, it scared me." ”

Xia Xueqing's face showed a relieved smile, and Wang Ke sighed that a martial artist who is not a cook is not a good foodie.

"Hiccup~"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to Yu Bo by this burp, and his eyes were full of infinite reverence - in the fat man's violent sweep, he could still eat enough, it turned out that Yu Bo was a real person who did not show his face!

"I'm going to sweep the floor!"

Yu Bo was a little embarrassed to see him, picked up the inseparable broom, walked to the martial arts training ground, and began to wave the broom on the spotless ground.

Seeing the surprised eyes of others, Wang Ke explained: "Uncle Yu's eyes are not very good, oh yes, his ears are not very good, everyone should get used to it." ”

Everyone understood, and everyone chatted around the table for a while, communicating their feelings with each other. Jiang Zhen reminded him of the old matter: "Master, I said that I would compete with Mr. Zhang." ”

Wang Ke knew that this little ghost still had the idea of embarrassing himself, so he pretended to be serious and said: "Little ghost, you have to make the teacher embarrassed, let me squat honestly for a while." ”

Jiang Zhen was not afraid, and said with a smile: "If Master wins, I will definitely go to squat." ”

Wang Ke raised his face and said: "The life of the master is like a mountain, and if you lose, you have to squat!"

"Okay, but Master, what do you want to try with Mr. Zhang?" Jiang Zhen collided his two index fingers back and forth, and said with a good baby: "Mr. Zhang is a master of all four disciplines, so he can't compare them all." ”

Hong Qi coughed and said: "The hall master defeated the bandits of Chiyunzhai with only one sword that day, and even killed Jiang Ba, a disciple of the Qianren Sect. ”

His original intention was to let Wang Ke compete with Zhang Ye with his own strengths, so as not to lose to the fat man and look bad, but he didn't know that his unintentional words actually offended two people.

Jiang Zhen's eyes were filled with mist, and at the same time, there was an imperceptible hatred, and Wang Ke scolded in his heart: "You are cheaper, your whole family is cheap!"

Zhang Ye stood up and said, "Pavilion Master, since Sect Leader Hong said it, then let's compete with swords." ”

The words have come to this point, Wang Ke has no reason to excuse himself, so he walked to the martial arts training ground with the fat man.

"Brother Feng, you are good at using a sword, do you think the head of the sect can win against the hall master?" Song Que asked.

Feng Yang pondered for a moment and said: "I haven't seen the swordsmanship of the hall master, so I don't dare to jump to conclusions, but I have never seen the swordsmanship of the head of the sect before. ”

"I thought he was just boxing and was instructed by a famous teacher, and I didn't want swordsmanship to be the same, so I didn't recommend the hall owner to compete in swords. Hong Qi patted his thigh, his face full of remorse.

"It's the same with his knife skills. ”

"Marksmanship too. ”

Song Que and Lin Chong said at the same time, the four sect leaders grinned in unison, looking at the fat man's eyes full of fear, what is his whereabouts, could he be a disciple of a sect?

Xia Xueqing was originally full of confidence in Wang Ke, but after hearing the words of the four people, her hands and ten fingers were twisted together, and her face was full of worry.

Jiang Zhen's little eyes kept rolling, and he secretly said in his heart: "Wang Ke said that he accepted me as an apprentice, but he will definitely not pass on my true kung fu, if the head of the sect can really win him, he must find a way to worship him as a teacher, so that he can avenge his father in the future!"

Thinking of this, he pretended to be curious and asked, "Wind Sect Leader, do you think my master can win?"

Feng Yang couldn't draw conclusions casually, so he could only say vaguely: "I heard that the hall master can kill Jiang Ba, and his swordsmanship must be outstanding, but judging from the swordsmanship of the head coach, they should not be able to tell the winner in thirty rounds." ”

The implication is naturally that Wang Ke can only catch thirty moves, and any more will definitely be defeated, and he will never say this to displease the hall owner's sister and apprentice.

Hong Qi and the others also felt that his judgment was reasonable, after all, Wang Ke had a record of killing the outer disciples of the Qianren Sect, even if Zhang Ye's swordsmanship was guided by the people in the martial arts, he could still persist in thirty moves.

Everyone was not far away, Wang Ke also heard Fengyang's words, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said secretly: "Thirty moves? ”

Wang Ke and Zhang Ye each stood still with wooden swords, and according to the rules of martial arts competition, the tip of the sword pointed slightly downward, in order to ask the other party for advice, and bowed his head.

"Pavilion master, please!" the fat man said in a deep voice.

Wang Ke was not humble, the wooden sword in his hand slashed straight down, the move was so simple and direct that Feng Yang couldn't bear to look at it, and secretly said in his heart: "Thirty moves to raise the pavilion master, three moves will be defeated!"

But the next scene made him open his mouth wide, and Zhang Ye didn't fight back in the face of this simple move, but leaned away to dodge.

"Could it be that the head of the sect is deliberately giving in? Well, it must be so. Feng Yang secretly judged.

He didn't know that in Zhang Ye's eyes, Wang Ke's seemingly simple sword actually sealed all his moves, and the only way to go was to lean and dodge.

Zhang Ye was about to fight back with a backhand after dodging, but he saw Wang Kequan turning the wooden sword and slashing horizontally, forcing him to have no way back again, if he wanted to avoid this sword, he could only sweep over the sword.

Fortunately, although the fat man looked clumsy, he was actually very dexterous, kicked the ground with both feet, and while he swept over the sword, he had already thought of the follow-up moves in his heart, and he only waited to use them to Wang Keyi one by one after landing on the ground.

But before he landed, his heart suddenly hurt, and when he looked back, he saw that Wang Ke had already put away the sword in his hand, and said with his fists clenched: "Accept!"

"Am I defeated?"

Zhang Ye was stunned on the spot, and he couldn't figure out how Wang Ke stabbed him in the back of the heart.

He didn't have eyes behind him, but the others could see it clearly. Just as Zhang Ye swept over the wooden sword, Wang Ke suddenly pushed the sword back and stabbed him in the back of the heart.

"How is it possible, how can the pavilion master change his tactics so quickly?" Feng Yang exclaimed.

Wang Ke smiled slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "The life-killing chain of three immortal swords is worthy of the sword sect's stunt!"