"It's Mr. Yun!" The noisy drinkers in the room suddenly seemed to quiet down, and they all looked at the door, and Zhang Lang also looked along.
I saw a young man dressed in blue and white entering the inn with a sword in hand. This man was slender, handsome in appearance, and had an extraordinary bearing. He was followed by an entourage carrying luggage.
Although Mr. Yun is also a martial artist, his appearance and demeanor are obviously not on the same level as those other rough-looking guys. As soon as he came in, he attracted everyone's attention!
The master and servant found an empty seat and sat down. The waiter immediately came to greet him. Without even having to say anything to Mr. Yun, the servant next to him took out a piece of silver and ordered: "Bring out the signature wine and dishes in your shop.
Clean up an upper room, my young master will spend the night here tonight!"
The waiter received the money and immediately went to prepare it with a smile on his face.
"Who is this?" Some people in the crowd didn't recognize him.
"You don't even know about him?" There is always someone who likes popular science next to him: "The third son of the Feiyun Sect, known as Yi Jian Wu Ying, is famous for his sharp left-handed sword. He is the leader of the younger generation in the martial arts world! It is said that the Shen family is the leader of the younger generation.
The batch of hero posts sent belongs to Mr. Yun!"
"I'm so envious...Why didn't you give me a piece as well..."
"Just you? You can do it if you want. The Shen family stipulates that no matter whether it is stealing or robbing, as long as you can hold the hero's post and visit the Shen Mansion tomorrow morning, you can be shortlisted for the competition! If you want, go directly to Mr. Yun to grab it.
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"Me? Forget it, I still want it in my head..."
While the two were chatting and laughing, they suddenly saw a big man stand up, go straight to Mr. Yun's table, and sit down opposite him.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the lobby was shocked. Mr. Yun was also a little stunned. The little slave beside him stood up: "Where did you come from? Are you worthy of sitting across from my young master?"
, raise your hand to drive them away!
But the big man raised his hand and grabbed the little slave's wrist. With just a little force, the boy screamed in pain.
Needless to say, this person is Zhang Lang!
People in his world, even if they are not superpowers, have better physical fitness than ordinary people in other worlds. He is tall and strong, and coupled with the overload of exercise brought about by his regeneration talent, his muscles are as strong as steel.
Generally speaking, brute strength is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary people. It is really easy to deal with an ordinary slave.
Mr. Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Lang: "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Zhang Lang let go of the little slave: "I heard that you have a hero post, borrow it for use!"
"Haha..." Mr. Yun was amused by his request and shook his head: "The thing is on me. You can come and get it. The prerequisite is that you have the ability!"
"Then you're welcome!" Zhang Lang raised his left hand to grab Mr. Yun, but saw him raise his long sword and directly hit Zhang Lang's wrist. The scabbard made a red mark on Zhang Lang's forearm.
But it didn't shake his hand!
"Good wrist strength!" Mr. Yun turned around and gave way, flipped his wrist, and swung the long sword with its sheath, as fast as thunder, and struck the radius bone of Zhang Lang's wrist with a snap!
With this slap, Mr. Yun used his true strength, and the distal end of the human radius is a weak point that is easily broken. If an ordinary person is slapped with this, his hand will basically be useless!
But who would have expected that when the scabbard hit Zhang Lang's wrist, it bounced up, as if there were not two bones in the forearm, but two steel bars!
Strengthened iron bones truly live up to their reputation!
Seeing the thick wrist sweeping over and grabbing him again, Mr. Yun finally became serious. He slapped the table, jumped up, unsheathed his long sword, and stabbed Zhang Lang's forearm!
With a pop, the sharp sword tip pierced the skin, opened the muscles, and inserted directly through the gap between the two forearm bones, penetrating out!
But even so, it still didn't stop Zhang Lang's attack. He continued to wave his arm, scratching the edge of the sword with his flesh, jamming the sword with his bones, and grabbed Master Yun's collar! Then, under the shocked gaze of this young master,
Next, he rounded up his other fist and slammed it on his chin!
Boom!!
This punch was so powerful that it knocked Mr. Yun out of the inn door, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and remained motionless.
This is a person who practices martial arts and has a strong physique. Otherwise, if an ordinary person receives such a punch to the chin, his mandible will be shattered! Even so, the blow to the chin also caused a concussion and made Mr. Yun lose consciousness.
Unconscious.
Looking at Zhang Lang again, Mr. Yun's sword was still stuck in the forearm of his left hand. He raised his right hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out. The blade of the sword cut the flesh and scraped the bones with a sound.
, which made all the drinkers frown and frown.
Zhang Lang did not look at the wound, and walked to the unconscious Mr. Yun with his sword. The slave was sincere, holding a sharp knife to protect his master: "Don't come over!"
Zhang Lang raised his sword and was so frightened that the slave's hands trembled. When he closed his eyes, he heard a clang. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sword was thrown beside Mr. Yun, and the terrifying big man was looking at him.
"Give me the hero post!"
The little slave was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the big man's glare, he was startled. He hurriedly found a black iron plate from his baggage and threw it to Zhang Lang tremblingly.
Zhang Lang caught it, nodded, turned and left.
He couldn't stay in this inn. He snatched the Hero Post just to enter the Shen Mansion and hunt for the reincarnations who might participate in the martial arts competition to find a bride. He didn't want to cause other troubles. What's more, he was able to knock out Mr. Yun because he was not afraid of death and took him by surprise.
way of playing!
After all, from the beginning to the end, he just reached out to grab his collar and punched him. No one had ever seen such a fierce man, whose arm was pierced and his face remained unchanged. Mr. Yun was also caught off guard. If both of them were in good posture, they would face each other head-on.
In the last fight, Zhang Lang will never be so easy. Even if he wants to win, he can only rely on his regeneration ability to drain the opponent's physical strength, and he will win a tragic victory covered in blood!
If Mr. Yun wants to seek revenge, it will delay his hunting.
As for whether Mr. Yun may be a reincarnator? Based on Zhang Lang's experience, it is definitely not the case!
Firstly, reincarnators generally do not act alone; secondly, when reincarnators enter the world, they usually do not have a very prominent and famous identity; thirdly, Mr. Yun's dress and every move are very consistent with the background of this era, and reincarnators are all...
He comes from a world where technology is more advanced than Zhang Lang's hometown. The living customs and language habits are very different from here. It is impossible to be flawless.
After leaving, Zhang Lang did not choose a decent inn or hotel. Instead, he found a large car shop near the city gate, paid a few copper coins, and stayed temporarily.
Compared with the decent and comfortable guest rooms in the inn, the conditions here are much more difficult. There are a large bunk bed with more than ten or twenty people sleeping on it, and the air is filled with the smell of foot odor and sweat.
, I’m afraid I can’t bear it.
But Zhang Lang didn't care. Rather, he missed this strong "human touch" after surviving alone in the apocalypse for more than a year.
Soon, the sky gradually darkened. Zhang Lang went to bed early and fell asleep, planning to recuperate and report to Shen's Mansion early tomorrow. But suddenly, his ears moved and he heard noises coming from outside. It seemed like someone was fighting...