After lying on the ground for a long time, Ye Cheng slowly stood up, walked slowly to Peacock's body, sighed slightly, and murmured: "Emei does have some background, I don't know how many others have your level.
But it’s fun when there’s a challenge!”
He picked up the items and silver coins dropped by the peacock, sighed, and then slowly left.
Ye Cheng, who was seriously injured, could not fight with others for a short period of time. Along the way, he quickly changed his clothes and put on a scarred face. He turned around and became another person. Even his pale appearance was affected by it.
Cover it up.
Ye Cheng did not return the same way, but made a big circle. When he returned to Pingkang Town, it was already late at night. The day was spent in danger like this, but when he entered Pingkang Town,
At that moment, I couldn't help but secretly complain. The originally depressed town was now bustling with people. Looking around, there were all Emei disciples and players from various sects.
Ye Cheng swallowed his saliva and walked in still pretending to be calm. The noisy players undoubtedly injected vitality into this very depressed town. Even though it was night, there were still many players wandering on the street. Three
Groups of five were chatting and laughing.
Disciples from Shaolin, Huashan, Wudang, and Emei gathered together. Some of them knew each other, and some didn't. Anyway, they all crowded together and started chatting. After all, they had the same goal this time.
Soon, Ye Cheng arrived at the restaurant. At this moment, the originally empty hall was already crowded. There were not even a few empty tables in the three-story building. You must know that there are hundreds of tables upstairs and downstairs here, which is enough to accommodate
There are four hundred people, and there are some standing even on the aisle.
After looking around, I finally saw an empty table on the third floor near the railing. Without thinking much, I stepped on the steps and walked towards the third floor.
The distribution of players in the restaurant is not irregular. The people sitting on the first floor are basically Huashan disciples, and some of them are players without obvious sect signs. They must be people who want to make money.
Going up to the second floor, all you can see are players from Wudang and Shaolin. There are no less than thirty people with shaved heads. These people are the disciples of the inner sect of Shaolin. Only they can shave their hair, while the outer sect disciples can still grow their hair.
Ye Cheng secretly sighed in his heart, that was all he saw, and how many more he didn't see. You must know that Shaolin is an old sect. Although it only recruits male players, it still has more than 100,000 disciples.
It's not something that can be compared to the Baji Sect or that kind of small sect.
Wudang and Shaolin have always been very close, and people from the two parties also interact with each other. However, the people from these two parties are not as noisy as downstairs, and they are very calm talking and laughing with their teammates.
Turning around the stairs, Ye Cheng went straight to the third floor. All he saw were Emei disciples. The sounds of warblings and swallows made people feel comfortable. As soon as he went upstairs, he immediately attracted a crowd of people waiting in the restaurant.
look.
Ye Cheng walked straight to the empty wine table and sat down. After a while, the waiter brought the wine and food. He completely ignored everyone's gaze and drank a big gulp of wine. This wine was very strong and was not something he used to carry.
The kind of mellow and soft drink he drank, he had very little internal energy left at the moment, and his meridians were severely damaged and had not yet been repaired. Some of the cold poison in his body was still not eradicated, and the severe pain in his body from time to time made him quite unbearable.
, the face under the sallow scarred face mask has long been pale without a trace of blood.
After taking this sip of soju, he immediately felt a ball of fire burning in his lower abdomen. He felt so comfortable that he wanted to moan. He closed his eyes and took advantage of the cold poison to be suppressed, and his true energy began to flow rapidly, repairing
With his body already in disrepair.
Regarding this sudden uninvited guest, all the disciples of the Emei Sect frowned. No one likes to have a stranger in their own space. Most of the female disciples among them turned their heads and looked at
There was a table in the corner, and there was only a woman wearing a bamboo hat sitting there. This woman did not eat or drink, and had no one to chat with. She sat motionless and quietly.
Some people downstairs who were paying attention to this place became interested and looked towards the third floor with smiles, as if something good was going to happen here.
The disciples of Emei waited quietly for ten breaths, but the woman in the corner never said a word. They curled their lips and continued talking and laughing, as if there was no one in this horizontal column.
But there are still unhappy people. Sitting at a table in the middle of the third floor, there are three men. They are wearing gorgeous clothes. Under the light, they look even more golden. People can't help but speculate about the lives of these three people.
identity.
Surrounded by these three people was a female disciple from Emei. Her long white dress fell to the floor, her neatly combed hair was coiled behind her head, and there were several shining hairpins lying around.
On it, a pair of willow eyebrows are slightly upturned, giving people a feeling of teasing, but the thin lips seem a bit mean.
The woman's white arms were exposed. She stroked her long hair hanging down her shoulders very charmingly. She cast a cold look at the person in the corner and looked at Ye Cheng with a somewhat disgusted look, just like a wealthy daughter.
I always look at the beggar at the door with such disdain and disgust.
Naturally, the three young men noticed her look. One of them stood up quickly. His tall and straight figure looked somewhat handsome. Decorated in a rich uniform, he looked even more heroic and had the bearing of a young hero.
This person walked slowly to Ye Cheng's table, cupped his fists and chuckled, "This brother, my younger brother Feng Yang, the fourth in the Wudang inner sect, wants to discuss something with me!"
After saying that, Feng Yang frowned, looked at Ye Cheng who was still silent, coughed slightly and said: "I will buy your position for ten thousand taels of silver, and please go to other places to rest."
I wonder if it’s okay to have a meal?”
While he was talking, a banknote worth ten thousand taels of silver was placed on the wine table, and he nodded proudly towards the woman among the Emei disciples.
It's a pity that Ye Cheng has no time to pay attention to him at this moment. He is recovering from his injuries quickly with the help of alcohol. He can basically be said to be in a tiger's den at the moment. Once his identity is discovered, I am afraid that no matter how powerful he is, he will die here.
, even in his feeling, there are no less than a dozen people in this restaurant who are capable of fighting with him in his heyday. What's more, he has been seriously injured now, and naturally he is taking no time to recover.
"Oops, Wudang's rich young master Feng Yang was actually rejected. But think about it, what can you do with ten thousand taels of silver? There are more than just these people sending you begging. Could it be that Master Feng has no money?"
Among the people from the Huashan Sect downstairs, a man stepped on a stool, raised his head and started shouting.
Feng Yang frowned, continued to take out a silver note from his arms, put it on the wine table, leaned forward slightly, and whispered: "Brother, here is one hundred thousand taels of silver, please see me
Just accept it and everyone will be happy!"
Ye Cheng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Yang, and said quietly: "Not everything can be bought with money!"
After that, he stood up and left towards the stairs. Since his injury was not fully healed, he didn't want to do anything with anyone at all. It was better to do less than to do more.
Feng Yangsansan put away the banknotes, but he was also a man who had seen the world. He quickly regained his composure, restored his previous smile, and walked back calmly, nodding slightly towards the woman on the table to indicate that the trouble had been resolved.
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Naturally, the woman would not be stingy with her smile, and gave him a charming look.
Ye Cheng, who walked slowly down the first floor, naturally would not get angry over such a trivial matter. However, he soon discovered something was wrong. The Huashan Sect disciples downstairs blocked his path, and a circle of people slowly blocked his path.
They slowly gathered around, and although they didn't have any murderous intent, they looked domineering.
The man in the crowd who just made fun of Feng Yang came over with a bottle of wine, stared at Ye Cheng impatiently, and said softly: "Brother, are you too timid? Even Feng Yang, that prodigal son, is afraid of you. What a shame, brother."
We are so disappointed, but we have to have some fun during this long night!"
Ye Cheng, who remained silent, immediately made a young man next to him very unhappy. He punched his chest fiercely and shouted: "Are you fucking deaf? My elder brother is pretending to be stupid when he talks to you.
!”
Just when the fist wind hit his body, Ye Cheng reached out his hand lightly and quickly pinched the man's wrist. With a slight exertion, the spiral energy penetrated straight into his body and immediately made a soft "pop" sound.
, the latter opened his mouth violently and let out a howl. His entire right arm hung limply. It was obvious that this arm had been destroyed.
"Grass!"
"Swish!"
The disciples of the Huashan Sect yelled angrily, and the swords on their waists were unsheathed one after another. The blades were pointed directly at Ye Cheng. With just one order, they would kill the person in front of them who provoked them face to face.
The man smiled "hehe" and said coldly: "It's funny. You dare to hurt my brother in front of me, Duan Tian. You have some courage, but this is a trap. If you want to leave, you have to give me an explanation."
, you choose whether to cut off an arm yourself or let me help you, brother!"
Ye Cheng frowned. The more he was afraid of trouble, the more trouble he would get into. He said coldly: "Before I want to kill anyone, take your people and get out of here!"
"Hey! This guy has a temper. I like people with tempers like you. Brothers, help this guy loosen his bones. Be careful, don't kill him directly!"
After Duantian finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take action, but he himself drank wine and watched coldly.
"call out!"
"bite!"
A long sword came through the air and was nailed straight into the floor. The disciples of the Huashan Sect who were about to take action were stunned, and then looked up to where the sword flew from. It was the place where the disciples of the Emei Sect were resting on the third floor.
At some point at the horizontal railing, the woman wearing a bamboo hat was already standing upright. Looking at the empty scabbard, she knew that the sword belonged to her.
Duan Tian's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "Girl, are you going to get involved in this matter?"
The woman upstairs said crisply: "You can't be quiet for me, I want to go out and fight, but I advise you, if he hadn't been injured, he would have killed you long ago, and he would have let you show off your power here!"
"
Ye Cheng was slightly shocked and couldn't help but glance at the woman. It was really not easy to see that he was injured. I am afraid that this woman is also an unknown master like Peacock. He secretly sighed that this Emei has a strong background and a hidden master.
It's really quite a lot.
"Girl, I, Duantian, am selling you face, and I am also selling you Emei's face!" Duantian smiled loudly, turned to Ye Cheng and said, "Boy, let's go out to practice now. I want to see your skills.
How clever!"
Ye Cheng walked straight through the crowd and walked out of the building, shaking his head secretly. He couldn't calm down tonight.
