"Of course it's better than the skill of the sword!" Scar Liu patted the treasure sword hanging around his waist and said.
"Yes, how do you plan to compare?" Ma San continued to ask cautiously.
"It's very simple. There is a willow tree outside the door. We each took a willow leaf and all made a knife. Who can separate the willow leaf from the middle and cut the most neatly, even if the person wins!" Scar Liu pointed at the outsider of the door.
Ma San looked at the willow tree that had just grown new leaves more than ten feet away from the door. After pondering for a moment, he said, "It's more fairer. We use the same knife. You said this proposal first."
"Haha, Ma San, you are cautious. It doesn't matter. Just do what you said!" Scar Liu laughed and agreed, and then called one of his men to pick two similar willow leaves.
The willow leaves were placed on the table, and Scar Liu asked confidently: "Ma San, do you think you should use your knife or mine?"
Ma San did not make a choice, but instead took a different approach: "Don't use ours, boss, take the kitchen knife from your kitchen!"
"This, this is not good!" The boss is an honest man who looks in his forties. When he heard Ma San's order, he hesitated for a moment.
"If you ask you to go, I will give you more money later!" Seeing that the boss was hesitating, the young man immediately urged him loudly, looking very impatient.
The boss seemed to be unable to resist, so he finally entered the kitchen and quickly took out a somewhat greasy kitchen knife.
Scar Liu didn't care about the greasy knife at all, but just wiped it with a cloth, then tried it, then picked up a willow leaf and threw it into the air, and then raised the knife and fell.
Everyone saw a cold light flashing, and then the willow leaves turned into two halves and fell onto the table.
These two halves of willow leaves are almost cut from the middle root. Although they are a little bit off, they are already very neat. The long willow leaves can be cut into this with one knife. It can only be said that Scar Liu's kung fu has really reached its peak.
"Horse worship, you didn't ask him?"
Faced with such swordsmanship, the boy also hesitated a little. After all, the other party was too skilled, and he was worried that he would lose.
"I will do my best!" Ma San was really unsure at this time. He originally thought that Scar Liu would do something, but with real skills, the other party was a little inferior to him, but now, just this trick, I'm afraid he really had to rely on luck.
After taking the kitchen knife handed over by Scar Liu, looking at Scar Liu's confident expression, Ma San could only take a deep breath to calm himself down quickly. He searched out every bit of what he had tried when he was learning skills from his master since childhood and printed it again in his mind.
Ma San did this naturally took some time. Liu, who thought he was sure to win, was not anxious, but someone under his command could not help but shouted: "Ma San, the broth is almost cold. Are you ready? If you don't work, admit defeat. Don't hold on!"
If Scar Liu was talking, Ma San could only snort coldly, but one of his subordinates dared to say this. Ma San immediately glared at him and was about to get angry.
But before he could speak, the man who had just spoken suddenly "clicked" and fell to the ground and broke. Then he covered his stomach and his face turned particularly pale.
"No, Lao Wu was poisoned!"
The man around him immediately screamed in panic when he saw him in such a situation.
Seeing this, Scar Liu was furious. The treasure knife on his waist immediately pulled out and shouted: "Ma San, how dare you poison us!"
Scar Liu's questioning voice had not fallen yet. When Ma San was about to explain, two people fell down one after another behind him. Then the troops from both sides covered their stomachs one by one and fell down.
"There is poison in the tea!" Ma Sanda shouted. At this time, he finally understood. Then he also pulled out his sword and stared at the seemingly honest shopkeeper with two tiger eyes.
The shopkeeper still had a honest smile on his face, but at this moment, this smile had become completely different in the eyes of Ma San and Scar Liu, and even made people feel even more frightened.
"Who are you? You dare to ambush us? Aren't you afraid of General's Mansion and Li Shangshu?" Scar Liu no longer confronted Ma San at this moment. Now they have instantly changed from hostility to comrades-in-arms. After all, because of the betting, he, Ma San, and the young master of the Li family who looked down on the tea here were still standing.
Of course, this refers to the two teams in the convoy. At this moment, the individual tourists who were forced out of the house and rested under the awning because of the arrival of the two teams, all walked in, but each of them was staring at the three people with great enthusiasm. What was the purpose? It was obviously self-evident.
"Ma San, Scar Liu, we know very well what you are. If you want to blame, you can only blame Ma San for the treasures that my master needs in the things transported this time. As for Scar Liu, it is your own bad luck." At this time, the shopkeeper completely removed his disguise.
"Ma San, let's go separately!" Scar Liu shouted loudly, grabbed the chopsticks on the table and shot at the person in front of him.
Those guys who were originally used to eat suddenly became hidden weapons. The two people who were ahead had at least five or six snails inserted into their bodies, and they died.
Scar Liu Baodao opened the way, and in this way, he really broke a path. Ma San followed him closely, protecting his left and right, and leading the young master outward.
Surrounded by people, countless swords were handed to him. Scar Liu suddenly felt that the days of fighting with the general many years ago were back. At this moment, he seemed to have become a general among the troops again. The long-lost blood came back to him again. Although he was deeply trapped in a siege, he became more and more brave as he fought.
The people surrounded were of different strengths and weaknesses. Scar Liu specifically attacked the weak, but rushed to the door, and five or six lives were already in his hands.
Finally, he slashed several times in succession, avoided the so-called shopkeeper, rushed out of the house in one breath, and when he reached the awning, he was thinking about where to run to identify in his mind, suddenly a long spear swept through the heavy rain and dripping water came out, and it penetrated his chest directly. Scar Liu didn't even react, but his heart was broken.
"Damn it, you guys forced me!" Seeing that Scar Liu died like this, Ma San roared, and slashed several tricks with his internal strength, and then suddenly took out a wooden hilt from his arms.
At first glance, the wooden hilt was quite old, with a groove in the middle of the coming out, and there was nothing besides the red stone inlaid on it. But after Ma San spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, the red stone at the hilt of the sword lit up, and a red flame, the so-called sword blade actually emerged from the hilt.