Xiao Tie, pour a glass of wine for Uncle Song.”

He raised his mouth, and the little Tie, who was lying on his head to eat vegetables, responded silly, then picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for Beggar Song who was watching him.

The latter's eyes were a little weird.

Beggar Song picked up his wine glass and said:

"I saw this guy at Hanshan Villa that day, but if you didn't say it, I would think he was almost twenty-six. Look at his body and body, could he be a person with natural divine power?"

"Uncle Song has good eyesight."

Chen Qiu gestured his thumb and praised Xiao Tie, which made Xiao Tie feel embarrassed.

"Xiao Tie is very awesome!"

Qingqing waved her chopsticks and said to Beggar Song:

"He used an iron stick and killed a Xiaoxiang disciple with one stick. Their muscles and bones were broken and they all turned into meat paste. I saw it with my own eyes."

"So awesome?"

Beggar Song exclaimed, and he said in surprise:

"The last time I saw my natural divine power was at the Martial Arts Conference four years ago. I followed the big dragon to see the world. I saw Hao, the director of the Martial Arts League, without using real energy, and broke a hundred kilograms of rock with just one hand.

That hero Ren Hao is also a man of natural divine power. If we look at it from this point of view, Xiao Tie's future martial arts future will be limitless."

This is a bit too boastful.

Comparing Xiao Tie, the 14-year-old boy, with the famous martial arts leader, made the young man wave his hand repeatedly.

Fine wine and delicacies were constantly being sent to the private room. Seeing that Beggar Song was drunk, Chen Qiu talked about Xiao Tie's visit to Qilu and begged him to teach Xiao Tie some experience and help him.

Beggar Song did not hide his own personal information, and immediately talked about the situation in Qilu at the wine table.

As the head of the Beggars' Sect, he traveled through the world when he was young. He knew too much more news than ordinary people. Naturally, he was very broad and said everything. Xiao Tie and Qingqing nodded repeatedly.

Chen Qiuze found an excuse and walked out of the box.

Although I was good at drinking in my previous life, including white wine, beer, foreign wine, vodka, etc., I refused everyone, but this body was not good at drinking in this life. I just drank with Beggar Song for a few rounds and then became a little drunk.

He was playing with the folding fan in his hand, planning to go to the railing on the second floor, blow the air and wake up.

The picture of the beauty on the folding fan taking out the bath has been taken off by Chen Qiu.

The silk fan now has blank space, which looks a bit strange, but Yaoqin has agreed to help him draw a Suzhou landscape picture and write a few words by the way.

After a few days of redecoration, the folding fan will naturally become a handicraft again.

Chen Qiu walked through several private rooms and leaned against the outer railings of the second floor. The Yanyu Building occupied a large area and was carefully constructed. Even in this corner, it was very exquisitely made and there were potted plants.

He lay on the railing, letting the night wind blow his hair and the corners of his clothes, and looking at the night view of Suzhou in front of him.

Soon, he heard the voices coming from the side.

Chen Qiu turned his head and looked at it, with a little drunkenness in his eyes, and then he saw a young man walking down the third floor staggeringly.

The young man was wearing a white dress and a scholar's bun. His two black hair was hanging on his chest, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and no beard.

When I smiled like the spring breeze blowing on my face, I really felt a good face.

It was just that his shoulders and left leg seemed to be injured and he limped when walking.

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes.

This young man looks very familiar.

On this side, Zhang Langang was helped by Xiuhe's maid and left Shen's boudoir, and he didn't care about the surroundings.

When he went down the stairs, the fragrance on the body of the maid Xiuhe made him feel a little out of his mind. He was pestering the maid and wanted to draw a picture of a beauty taking a bath for her.

Of course Xiuhe refused to agree.

He was so annoyed that he turned against Zhang Lan and asked him to go back alone.

As a result, Zhang Lan walked down the third floor alone and saw a guy leaning against the railing and blowing the wind. He was dressed as a warrior, but he was still holding a erotic folding fan in his hand.

Huh...

Wait, why did the fan in that man's hand look so familiar?

The next second, Zhang Lan and Shen Qiu looked at each other.

"So it's you!"

Both spoke almost at the same time.

Zhang Lan reacted very quickly, flew away a few steps, waved her palm and called Chen Qiu. Her five fingers separated and crossed the night sky, causing a faint sound of ghosts and howling.

Chen Qiu is not to be outdone.

The Hongming Knife was not at hand, so he used the wind and thunder finger to respond to the enemy.

The left hand was combined into a sword finger, and a move of wind swept away the remaining clouds. Jueying used the assassination technique, and several finger shadows were thrown out, roaring at Zhang Lan who was rushing towards him.

Xihua Gongzi was injured in his leg and could not use force on his shoulders. He could not use his exquisite Xiaoyaoyoutuo Zongzhi at all.

In a moment, the two of them had more than a dozen moves. Zhang Lan was slow to dodge. When she was wrong, Chen Qiu hit the waist and abdomen with a finger. She screamed and then took a few steps back.

Before he could stand firm, he saw Chen Qiu in front of him open the folding fan with a squeak, and with a swipe, four small black shadow needles stabbed towards him.

Zhang Lan no longer cared about elegance and rolled on the ground for a week.

As the figure floated, all four small needles were avoided, but Chen Qiu took another step forward and closed the folding fan.

With a blink of an eye, a black knife pierced out of the fan bone.

He waved the folding fan with the technique of the autumn wind sword, and his wrist swayed. Under the push of the snow-clear true energy, the sword wind blew like the autumn wind, and there were several reflections in the wind, which was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

At such a close distance, how could Zhang Lan avoid it?

"puff"

Blood flew everywhere, and three blood marks were cut from Zhang Lan's chest.

Just as Shen Qiu was clenching the folding fan and was about to take a poisonous move, the maid's scream came from behind, and immediately a warrior guard rushed out from all over the place.

Chen Qiu did not hesitate and stepped forward and stabbed him.

But the black shadow rolled in front of me, and someone flashed from a high place, wearing a night-walking clothes, and as he waved his sleeves, Chen Qiu felt like a knife in his hand hitting a earthen wall.

Never make progress again.

The man in black didn't even look at Chen Qiu. He grabbed Zhang Lan with a pale face, and his figure turned back from the second floor like a distorted shadow.

I saw that shadow stepped on the eaves, like a swallow, scattered in the alleys of Suzhou Fangshi in a flash.

“Inadequate preparation, too hasty…

But run away."

Chen Qiu opened the folding fan with a silence and shook it in his chest, and there was a faint chill in his eyes.

The machine spring knife of this fan has been hardened with poison.
Chapter completed!