In the restaurant, the three floors upstairs and downstairs were already filled with people from the world, including players of course. There were no less than a hundred people. It was very lively in the hustle and bustle. Of course, many people knew Ye Cheng, mainly Mrs. Shitou.
Too eye-catching, it is the center of attention wherever you go.
After finding an empty seat in the corner, Long Xingyun had recovered and lost his previous embarrassment. He enjoyed the food on the wine table and said comfortably: "Boss, are we just waiting here?"
Ye Cheng leaned his back against the wall, sipping a small drink and said: "As long as Liu Ruyan and the others come here today, they won't be able to go back to Xiangyang City! I'm thinking about how to get some benefits tonight, and I just missed this melee."
, that would be a pity!”
Hearing that he was going to reap the benefits, Long Xingyun got excited and came over and asked: "Boss, how do you do it? Tell me!"
"With so many players accepting the mission and coming here to make money, the system must have determined that they can pay the money. Where is the Iron Palm Gang's treasury?"
"Damn, boss, you don't want to steal money. This is impossible. We can't steal money from the system gangs. You haven't forgotten all this!" Long Xingyun reminded Ye Cheng with a wry smile.
Ye Cheng tapped his finger on the table and said with a strange smile: "We can't rob it, but someone can. Don't forget why the Datong Sect fell out with the Iron Palm Gang. When the time comes, that will be the center of gravity of the battlefield!"
"No, the Iron Palm Gang must have taken advantage of these two days to move away. Even if the surrounding area is under surveillance, Tianmen City is quite small. Where can we find it?"
"Do you still remember the man named Chen Tong? The man Zhang Quan sent to chase Qiu Deyi last time!"
"Well, remember! That person's strength is only that of Changying, should we start with him?"
"Of the three people named by Zhang Quan that day, Chang Ying is dead. Li Chun has rushed back to the main altar. Now there is only one Chen Tong left. He is the eldest at the moment. This person must be sitting in the branch, so we will keep an eye on him.
It will definitely pay off!”
"Boss, look at that group of people, it seems like something is happening!" Long Xingyun, who had been looking around, shouted in a low voice, his eyes flashing.
Ye Cheng turned to look at the door of the restaurant. A group of more than 20 men and women poured in. The five women headed by them had slender waists, red lips and plain teeth, and green hair and eyebrows, which made everyone in the restaurant scream like werewolves.
The crowd divided into two, and a woman walked out from the middle. She had no makeup and was as bright as morning glow against snow. She had willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth. Even though her face was cold, she still had another kind of beauty. Even Ye Cheng couldn't help but look at it more.
A few glances, secretly praising the woman.
Many players in the restaurant were stunned and exclaimed: "Cigar!"
It was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, but now it is surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of putting down the wine glass is very clear.
"Humph, I'll kill you if you scream again! Arhat Gun, why don't you come out for me? Do you want me to go up and search for you?" His voice was as cold as ice, his red lips parted lightly, and the whole restaurant could hear it clearly.
There was a table of drinkers two feet away behind Ye Cheng. One of them murmured in a low voice: "This girl is so mean. I wonder if it's still so cold in bed!"
The other two people laughed, and kept glancing at the beautiful girl named Cigar from the corner of their eyes, with just the words "I am a **" written on their faces.
The drinkers at the two neighboring tables also heard it and hurriedly stood up from the table and walked to the side, making it clear that they had set a clear line with the three people.
Ye Cheng frowned and thought to himself that this cigar woman has such a high prestige and can silence so many people with just one sentence. This cannot be done by just relying on beautiful words. There are such powerful people who are not among the top ten in Xiangyang.
On the list, he couldn't help but say something, the real masters always hide their secrets.
Cigars can silence hundreds of men, so she has the strength to do so. Even the words of the people at the back table cannot escape her ears, and a coldness comes out of the hall. This is not a psychological feeling, but
It was a real biting cold air, and in a flash, he was already standing beside the three of them.
"Which sect are you from? Do you know who I am?" Cigar actually smiled slightly, as if the ice had melted in the past year, and a feeling of surprise emerged from the hearts of everyone.
"Beauty, these brothers are from the Huashan sect, do you want to hang out with us? From now on, you can have fun and have fun as you like!"
Long Xingyun couldn't help but sneered, and said to Ye Cheng: "These people can't help but not be afraid of death. They are still talking nonsense in this situation."
Ye Cheng shook his head at him, indicating not to speak, and continued drinking.
Ci Xiu muttered quietly, turned around and walked back to the crowd. Ye Cheng revealed a strong sense of crisis. He caught a glimpse of cold light flashing through the corner of his eyes and immediately looked at the Huashan Sect. At this moment, there was a white line between his eyebrows.
He clicked, his body turned strangely rosy, and his eyes were dull and dull.
The wine glass in his hand was still raised in the air, and his heart was filled with turmoil. What a quick trick, what a poisonous hidden weapon. Which sect did this belong to? What kind of hidden weapon was used? If it were replaced by him, he would definitely not be able to dodge it. He could use a thousand weapons at most.
Poison Pill resists the poison.
"Cigar from the Ancient Tomb, you are so majestic. You killed three Huashan disciples with just one move. Be careful if they come back for revenge!"
At this time, a bald man in the crowd upstairs, holding a wine bottle in his hand, shouted at the top of his lungs, with a sarcastic tone in his words. He patted the fence on the second floor and jumped down.
There was a "bang" sound, as if roots were standing on the ground, which shows that the bottom wall is quite stable.
Xiu Xiu walked lightly to an empty table, flicked his sleeves on the bench, and then slowly sat down. With considerable style, he asked in a cold voice: "Arhat Gun, how do you think we will settle our accounts? You must do it today."
Give me an explanation!"
The big man named Luo Hangun left the table and sat down, shouting: "What am I going to tell you? Who are you? I told you a long time ago that you have something to do with me and Huamei."
It has nothing to do with this shit!"
"Asshole, how can you not have anything to do with me if you have always been interested in Huamei? I have always regarded her as my sister, but now she doesn't think about food or tea all day long. She doesn't even go to class. You are still not responsible.
, shouldn’t I care?”
"Who did you hear to say that I was always flirting with her and then abandoned her? You are such an unreasonable woman. If it weren't for the fact that you are her roommate, I would have taken action!"
Cigar snorted and said: "You still dare to attack me. If Huamei hadn't been crying to persuade me, I would have killed you long ago. Tell me today whether you will go back with me to see her or not. As long as you dare
If you say no, there will no longer be an Arhat Stick in Xiangyang!"
Luo Han Guan shook his head and took a sip of wine, burped, looked up at the cigar and said: "Your three-layer Yufeng needle can only deal with ordinary men. What effect will it have on me? How dare you follow me today?"
Do I take action? Be careful that your death pit is dug, so that your ancestor Lin Chaoying will not be able to live in it!"
"Asshole!"
The crowd brought by the cigar roared with laughter, and they all drew their swords and rushed forward to fight him.
This arhat stick was also spoken smoothly, but as soon as he said it, he felt that it was a little too late, but it was too late. After all, it was taboo to speak out about someone's ancestor, and he also said that his ancestor's grave would be dug up. No one could bear this.
Sure enough, he slapped his cigar on the table and said in a cold voice: "Arhat Stick, you are too presumptuous, you will survive today!"
The woman in white clothes and skirts raised her hand and shot out two jade needles. Only a few people in the audience saw the gold needles, and Ye Cheng was among them.
The Arhat lifted the wine table with his stick and blocked the Yufeng needle. He kicked it and the wine table hit the cigar. He said with a smile: "Is this all you have? If you want to hit me, do it quickly. Don't waste time!"
Cigar flicked his right sleeve, revealing a two-foot dagger, which easily tore apart the wine table that was thrown at him. With a rush of internal energy, the dagger shot out with cold light, locking the Arhat stick three feet away, and slowly
Slowly mobilize the internal force and adjust the body to the best state.
The Arhat Cudgel is also an extraordinary figure. It ranks among the top ten in Xiangyang. He is now a disciple of the Arhat Hall. His Arhat Boxing and Monument Slammer skills have reached the fifth level. He is very powerful.
The leader's guidance and moves are fierce but extremely subtle, so he became the fourth position among the disciples of Shaolin Luohan Hall.
With a swing of his hands, the loose monk's robe revealed half of his solid chest muscles. Matched with his serious and serious expression, he looked a bit like an Arhat.
The momentum of both sides gradually increased to the highest level. Cigar took the lead and used his toes to exert force. The long sword in his hand transformed into layers of sword shadows, covering the key points of the Arhat Stick's body.
Long Xingyun couldn't help but notice Tian's lips. He was also a swordsman. Of course he could see the subtleties in this sword technique. He kept thinking in his heart. If it were him, how should he handle this sword?
Another way to practice.
I saw the Arhat's stick hands changing in front of his chest, his fists flying, covering his body airtightly. At the same time, his body was still shaking slightly, showing a hint of mystery.
The cigar dagger pierced into the shadow of the heavy fists, a sound of clashing energy was heard, and several moves were exchanged in the blink of an eye.
Cigar jumped up and landed on the wine table next to him. He used the force to rush up to a height of ten feet. He twisted his slender waist and attacked from high to low. This move not only made up for the feminine side in the ancient tomb swordsmanship.
The shortcoming of lack of strength makes the exquisite sword moves even more powerful.
When the Arhat's stick's punches were fierce, the shadow of the fist was swung to drive the airflow all over the body, holding up the loose monk's robes, forming a hidden protective layer, which could well prevent the energy from attacking the body.
Seeing that he was suppressed by the dagger, he kept attacking his vital points. He could only force Cigar back with a fierce blow, and Cigar used this strength to climb to a higher position, preparing for thunder.
One blow, inflicting heavy damage on him.
However, he saw the palms of the Arhat Stick's hands coming together, rotating slightly, and then immediately separated. His hands spread out like a roc spreading its wings, and his body squatted down violently.
Cigar was shocked, but unfortunately his body was already in mid-air and there was nothing he could do to borrow it. The dagger flew like a butterfly, flying in the air.
Luohan Guan, who had already squatted to the limit, exerted force on his feet, shot towards the falling cigar in mid-air, attacked the strong with the weak, went up in the air, kept stirring his arms, and in an instant he attacked the cigar's body.
In the shadow of the sword, clanking sounds continued to be heard.
Cigar's figure was originally falling, but he was knocked up again. Ye Cheng was stunned in his heart. The Arhat Stick move was really powerful, and the strength was definitely higher than his own. This time it was one of the top ten in Xiangyang.
As he spoke, Luo Han Gu's body had already jumped up, level with the cigar. The long sleeve of his left hand suddenly rolled up, and the dagger was rolled into the sleeve. At the same time, he flexed his right hand to grab the left shoulder of the cigar.
Cigar could not let go of the dagger, nor could he draw the sword with all his strength, so he could only raise his right leg and kick the arhat stick in the lower abdomen.
"boom"
The Arhat's stick was kicked away with one blow, his long sleeves were loosened, and his body was placed directly on the pillar one foot behind. With a push of his feet, it flew out again.
The cigar that was flying backwards had no way to survive, so he could only use the dagger across his chest, focus on his chest, and take a hard hit. His body fell down, and he returned to the ground at the cost of a mouthful of blood. His face changed.
Han, with a shake of his hands, more than ten Jade Peak Needles flew out together.
This made the falling Luohan stick turn pale with fright. He hurriedly turned his wide sleeves and rolled up several golden needles, and the rest were injected into his body.
"Peng"
The Arhat Stick fell in the hall, his face gradually turned red, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose. It was obvious that the poison of the Jade Peak Needle had taken effect.
Gently touching a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Cigar said coldly: "If you follow me back to see Huamei, I will give you the antidote, otherwise, you will die!"
"Haha, you girls, what are you showing off? Okay, I'll tell you today, that bastard Huamei went out to rent a room with the young man from your next class, and was bumped into by a buddy from my dormitory, and he even cried and begged me.
Forgive me! Bah, what a bunch of **!”
There was a commotion in the restaurant, and then I suddenly realized that there were these stories in it, and they were all exciting.
"Shut up!"
Cigar also felt that his face was dull, and he shook the dagger in his hand and said ferociously: "I want you to talk nonsense and ruin my sister's reputation. Go to hell!"
The dagger carried a gleam of cold light, piercing the Arhat's stick between his eyebrows.
