"What do you mean, guest sir?"

The boss looked at the young man with confusion and panic.

The expressions of the three Jianghu guests next to them changed slightly, and they all put their hands on the hilts of the swords beside them.

"What do you think?"

The young man blew on the last tea leaf floating in the water, then picked up the teacup and drank it all.

Perhaps the tea was a bit hot. After drinking all the tea, the young man closed his eyes and calmed down for a while. Then he opened his eyes, slowly exhaled, gave a thumbs up to the boss, and praised in his mouth.

"It is indeed the best Changchang Powder, it is really strong!"

As soon as these words came out, the boss's face suddenly changed. There was no longer any confusion on his weather-beaten face, replaced by a look of cold viciousness and doubt.

"You actually know?"

"certainly."

"Then you still dare to drink?"

"Why don't you dare?" The young man laughed, stretched out two fingers with his left hand, flicked the tea cup in front of him, and praised in his mouth, "I have tasted countless cups of poisonous tea and drank countless pots of poisonous tea along the way.

Of the wines, your pot of Biluochun mixed with Broken Heart Powder is the most delicious, but I don’t know what secret recipe you added to neutralize the bitter and pungent taste of Wolfsbane Flower."

"Want to know?"

"certainly."

"Then go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell!"

As the boss shouted loudly, the mat above the young man's head instantly broke open.

A sharp sword flashing with cold light fell from the sky and stabbed the young man in the head.

The three Jianghu people nearby were shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect that there was a killer hidden on the roof of the shed.

But the young man seemed to have expected it. He sneered, raised his hand, and slapped the sword blade piercing his head with his palm.

It was only then that the three people nearby noticed something strange on the young man's sleeves. One of his sleeves was long and one was short. The long sleeve covered his right hand and the short sleeve exposed his left wrist.

When drinking tea just now, the young man had always used his left hand and never showed his right hand.

But at this moment, as the young man turned his hand, his sleeves slipped, and a strange-looking pure white bone claw appeared in front of everyone.

The faces of the three Jianghu Guests immediately changed, as if they finally remembered the identity of the person in front of them.

"It's actually him, the Bone Demon Hand Fu Qingyun!"

Looking at the strange bone hand, the female guest among the three couldn't help but murmur to herself.

Lin Zhongtian's ears were astonishing, so he naturally heard what the female guest called him, and immediately became even more angry. He turned his right hand into a claw, grabbed the sharp edge of the sword, and yanked hard.

"Bang--"

A thin black figure was dragged down from the roof by Lin Zhongtian.

In mid-air, the thin black figure let go of the hilt of the sword, reached into his arms with his left hand, and sprayed out a large amount of poisonous mist. Then he turned around and landed smoothly on the tea table next door with a backflip.

At the same time, the owner of the tea shop also pulled out two long knives from under the counter, shouted loudly, jumped over the counter, and kicked away the newly boiled water, the red-hot iron kettle and the scalding tea.

They flew up together and splashed towards Lin Zhongtian who was sitting there.

"Pfft——"

Blood spattered, and the skinny killer who had just landed smoothly on the ground, and appeared to be extremely skilled, opened his eyes wide, and slowly moved his gaze downwards, looking at the sword on his chest in disbelief.

"So... so fast."

The thin killer said the last words of his life with some difficulty.

Lin Zhongtian smiled slightly and pulled out the long sword that pierced the opponent's heart.

Behind him, the poisonous mist, kettle and boiling water were all thrown away.

The boss holding the two swords also froze on the spot, looking at Lin Zhongtian with an expression that he had seen a ghost.

To be honest, even though he watched the whole process, he still didn't know what happened just now. He just felt that Lin Zhongtian had appeared in front of the thin killer in a blink of an eye.

The speed is as fast as lightning.

No! Faster than lightning!

The boss was still in shock when suddenly his eyes blurred and he felt severe pain in his chest.

Without looking back, he knew that the other party had already appeared behind him.

"...What kind of light skill is this?!"

The boss endured the severe pain in his body and asked in a difficult tone.

"Lingbo Weibu."

Lin Zhongtian replied calmly.

When he revealed his speed before, someone asked him the name of Qing Gong, but Lin Zhongtian didn't take it seriously at the time, saying that he just walked fast and didn't know any Qing Kung, but no one wanted to believe it.

Some good people took it upon themselves to make up a name for their Qing Gong, Thunder Step.

Lin Zhongtian felt awkward, so he changed his words. Whenever anyone asked, he would say that his move was called Lingbo Weibu.

But unfortunately, everyone who heard the name failed to leave alive...

This has also led to the fact that Lingbo Weibu’s name has not been publicized so far.

However, today may be an exception...

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian glanced at the three Jianghu guests outside the tea shop, and then gently drew out the long sword in his hand.

As the sword was drawn out, the boss collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been taken away, and turned into a corpse.

Lin Zhongtian held the sword in his left hand, and with a slight shake, the blood on the sword instantly bounced up, turning into blood beads and sprinkling around.

After all the blood beads fell, the sword's blade regained its previous brightness and coldness, as if it had never been stained with blood.

"What a sword!"

Lin Zhongtian sighed in admiration, flicked the sword with his right hand, then sheathed the long sword and placed it on the table.

The three Jianghu people who were watching the whole process were all trembling when they saw this situation.

The leading male guest couldn't help but swallow his saliva and looked at Lin Zhongtian with awe in his eyes.

The other party killed the two masters lightly without any trace of blood.

This kind of martial arts has surpassed his imagination and can be called the pinnacle.

Looking at the seemingly harmless young man, the male guest braved his courage and cupped his hands.

"Senior Fu, we are just..."

"Okay, no need to say more!"

Lin Zhongtian waved his hand, interrupting their conversation, and while squatting down to look for Biluochun, he said in a casual tone: "Continue on your way, the capital is still ten miles away, start now, maybe you can enter the city before lunch .”

"...Thank you, senior!"

The man said nothing more, cupped his hands gratefully, and then winked at the two companions.

The three of them quickly picked up their cloaks and weapons and hurried towards the capital.

"Found it!"

Lin Zhongtian smiled and took out a small can of tea, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Well, that’s what it tastes like!

After putting away the tea leaves, Lin Zhongtian picked up the captured sword, and without even looking at the two corpses in the tea shop, followed the footsteps of the three charlatans and slowly hurried towards the capital.

At the same time, the strange-shaped right hand was hidden by the sleeve again.

Lin Zhongtian felt quite annoyed when he thought of his right hand.

During this month, when he had nothing to do, he would use gray mist to strengthen his right hand, trying to break through the constraints of the human body and see if he could regrow a few fingers. Unfortunately, so much gray mist was wasted, and in the end Instead of growing fingers, five sharp white bone spurs sprouted where the fingers originally belonged.

This is the origin of the "white bones" and "hands" in his four-character nickname "White Bone Demon Hand".

As for that magic word, it’s a long story.

After leaving Qiugang Village, Lin Zhongtian changed his name to Fu Qingyun and went to the nearest county seat, where he learned the information about the world. The most important of them was the time of the current dynasty, and the location of Qiugang Village and the county seat...

…

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but sigh.

He was deceived by the illusion of Qiugang Village. He never expected that it was actually the first year of Chongzhen!
Chapter completed!