The strong man's name is Ping Honglin. He is very tall and strong. If measured by secular standards, his height is definitely not lower than that of Yao Ming. He is also broad-shouldered and round-waisted. He is much longer and stronger than Yao Ming. There is a look in his eyes.
There are two sharp lights!
At this moment, he came to Chen Feiyu's table with a long knife, slapped the long knife on the table with a "pop" sound, and sneered: "Little brother is very rich, why don't you take some out and invite brothers
How about a drink?"
Chen Feiyu could tell at a glance that this strong man's strength had reached the "innate" level and was much more powerful than Chen Yongming.
Moreover, there were three people at the table where the strong man came, and each of them had "innate" strength. Even if Chen Yuchang and Chen Yongming came together, they would not be able to match the other four.
Chen Yongming, however, could not see the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Seeing Ping Honglin being so arrogant, he suddenly became angry, tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and sneered: "Are you trying to blackmail or rob?"
"Little brother, what you said is wrong. Aren't you short of money? Treating our brothers to a few drinks shouldn't be a big deal to you, right?"
Ping Honglin chuckled, looked at Chen Yuchang again, and continued: "By the way, our brothers are all old bachelors who have been fighting for decades. How about this beautiful young lady come to our table and have a drink together?"
Let’s have a taste of womanhood.”
As soon as this was said, everyone in the teahouse burst into laughter.
The three people at Ping Honglin's table nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, this is the best."
One of the three people was a monk. He put his hands together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, if this female donor can give alms in the body, it will be a great merit. In the future, she will definitely be reborn in the Paradise of Paradise and enjoy happiness and freedom forever."
The people in the teahouse laughed even more wildly.
Chen Yuchang has a pretty face with raised eyebrows, as cold as ice, and she is extremely angry in her heart. However, she has not been very good at cursing since she was a child. Even when she is shaking with anger, she can only curse the simplest curse words: "Shameless!"
Chen Yongming's face turned red with anger, and he stood up suddenly and drew his sword: "How dare you come to tease Sister Chang? Even if you apologize today, it won't be over. How dare you go out and quarrel with me!"
"Of course it's not over. With such a tender little sheep and such a beautiful girl, of course we have to play for a while." Ping Honglin laughed loudly, picked up the long knife on the table, and came outside the teahouse.
Chen Yongming took the sword and was about to walk out. Chen Yuchang whispered: "Be careful."
"Sister Chang, don't worry, you're just a big man from the mountains, but I still don't care about him."
Chen Yongming looked arrogant, jumped outside the teahouse, stood opposite Ping Honglin, raised his sword and pointed at him: "If you dare to utter obscene words in front of Sister Chang, I will use your blood today to make you realize
Deepest regret."
Chen Yuchang nodded, with a smile on her lips: "As expected of Brother Ming, he is really impressive and has not embarrassed the Chen family."
Chen Feiyu shook his head and smiled. Although Chen Yongming was not weak, he was no match for Ping Honglin. The more outrageous he said now, the harsher his fate would be when he was defeated by Ping Honglin.
"Why are you laughing?" Chen Yuchang frowned, very unhappy.
Chen Feiyu took another sip of tea before he said calmly: "Your Ming brother, I'm afraid he will be taught how to be a human being if he doesn't use three tricks."
"It's impossible. Brother Ming has already reached the 'half-step innate' realm, and he has a lot of experience in the Chen family's ancestral swordsmanship. Even I can only defeat him with ten moves. How can that big man be within three moves?"
Can you beat Mingdi? If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense.”
Chen Yuchang snorted and was very dissatisfied with Chen Feiyu, and then scolded: "It's a shame that your surname is Chen, so you poured cold water on my family."
Chen Feiyu laughed dumbly, is this okay?
Outside the teahouse, Ping Honglin also raised his long knife and said with a sullen face: "Boy, be careful if you talk too much and your tongue flashes. You won't be able to lick it for me later."
The crowd burst into laughter again.
"Suffer death!"
Chen Yongming's face turned red with anger, and in an instant he drew his sword and attacked Ping Honglin with a very subtle move.
The shadow of the sword flickered.
The sound of swords stirred up the excitement.
Chen Yuchang nodded with increasing satisfaction: "It seems that Mingdi is already quite accomplished in swordsmanship."
Chen Feiyu looked sideways slightly and shook his head again.
From the perspective of a master of swordsmanship like him, Chen Yongming's sword moves have too many loopholes and too many flaws. Not only do they have nothing to do with subtlety, but they are not even good at all.
Of course, to others, Chen Yongming's sword moves can indeed be called exquisite.
Chen Yuchang naturally noticed Chen Feiyu's expression and snorted, becoming more and more dissatisfied.
"You pretty face has some abilities, but that's all."
Ping Honglin looked up to the sky and laughed. He actually ignored Chen Yongming's exquisite sword moves. He raised his sword high and struck straight in the direction in which Chen Yongming was charging.
Suddenly, a strong and swift sword shot out of the air!
Defeat skill with force!
Chen Yongming's expression changed slightly. The power of this sword alone was beyond his imagination.
Even though Daogang was still some distance away from him, he already felt dizzy and short of breath, obviously being impacted by Daogang's energy!
Only then did he realize that the other party was stronger than him!
Shocked and helpless, Chen Yongming could only concentrate all his strength on one point and swing his sword to face Daogang.
The next moment, the swords crossed each other.
Chen Yongming struck out with all his strength, and although he blocked Ping Honglin's Dao Gang, he was also hit by Dao Gang's violent force. He groaned, blood came from the corner of his mouth, and took several steps backwards.
Suddenly, Chen Yuchang exclaimed.
Ping Honglin took this opportunity to rush to Chen Yongming and struck him with a heavy knife.
Before Chen Yongming had time to stand firm, he could only hold out his sword again to fight, vomiting blood, flying backwards and falling to the ground.
Before Chen Yongming could react, there was a chill on his neck, and Ping Honglin had already put a long knife on his neck.
As Chen Feiyu said, three moves lead to defeat!
Ping Honglin laughed loudly and said: "Little pretty face, it seems that your skills on the hands are not as good as your mouth skills."
Everyone in the teahouse laughed.
Chen Yongming's face turned red.
"stop!"
Chen Yuchang exclaimed, stood up suddenly, pulled out the soft whip from her waist, and went to rescue Chen Yongming.
Suddenly, the remaining three people at Ping Honglin's table all attacked Chen Yuchang.
These three people are all strong in the "innate" realm, and the strength of each of them is not inferior to Chen Yuchang.
Chen Yuchang was startled and quickly whipped her whip to respond to the enemy, but was beaten in a panic.
Suddenly, there was a "click", and the remaining energy of their battle was affected. The table in front of Chen Feiyu suddenly shattered, and even the tea and side dishes on the table dripped all over the floor.