After a while, the waiter came over with wine and food, put them on the table, and said: "Young hero, please use it with ease!"
Song Yurou took the silver needle and tried the wine and food. The silver needle did not turn black, so she picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth.
Ling Feng said calmly: "If you don't want to die, just put down your chopsticks!"
Because silver needles can only test for very few toxins such as arsenic, they are useless for other sweat medicines and other poisons.
Song Yurou said: "Is it poisonous inside? Isn't it possible?"
Ling Feng did not explain to her.
Song Yurou immediately said: "Xiaoer, come here quickly!"
The waiter hurried over and said, "Sir, what do you need?"
Song Yurou clenched her fists and said coldly: "Come and try the food and wine. If it's poisonous, you're dead!"
Well, if it is really poisonous, Xiaoer will naturally die, and there is no need for her to clean it up!
The waiter came over with a pair of chopsticks and a cup. He ate two bites of the food in each bowl and poured another glass of wine to drink. But nothing happened. Then he said with a helpless look: "Sir, now
You can eat with confidence!"
Song Yurou immediately glared at Ling Feng and snorted: "You are like a warrior, you must have made a mistake!"
Ling Feng smiled and said nothing, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Song Yurou immediately felt relieved and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
After a while, Song Yurou suddenly felt that her head was so heavy that the table in front of her became two. She shook her head vigorously and looked at Ling Feng, only to find that he was already lying on the table, obviously he had also been hit. She secretly said no
Miao, he wanted to struggle, but with a snap, his forehead fell on the table.
At this time, there were more than a dozen guests in the inn, including the waiter, and the shopkeeper immediately turned their attention to Ling Feng and Song Yurou, and laughed loudly. It was obvious that all this was a plot carefully arranged by them.
The burly man looked proud and said: "How about it, I acted well!"
The old storyteller with white beard and hair also returned to the inn. He smiled and said: "It's not bad, but it's still not good enough. Big Bear, the tone and movements of your words just now are still a bit stiff. You have to remember that if you want to act well,
You must forget your original identity and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the role you play."
"What the boss said is that I will definitely improve next time."
The burly man said with a naive smile: "But, what should we do with this blue-shirted hero?"
The waiter rolled his eyes at him and said: "Of course I will give it to the White Tiger Gang and get the remaining silver. Do you also want the soul-destroying sword manual?"
The burly man smiled coquettishly and said: "What are you talking about, second brother? Even if there is a sword manual, it is for you and the master to practice."
At this time, the fifty-year-old man dressed as the shopkeeper said: "Big Xiong, our industry relies on acting skills, and it is useless if our martial arts skills are too deep. If you haven't seen the famous blue-shirted hero, are you still being given a pack of sweat pills by us?
Did you lose the medicine?"
At this time, a lean man in a smart suit said: "Brother, should we pick out their hand tendons and hamstrings first? Otherwise, when they wake up, we will be the ones who die."
As the boss, the old storyteller shook his head and said: "No! Although our profession is doing bad things, we can't kill people, otherwise there will be divine punishment and no good death. Wait a little longer, and the people from the White Tiger Gang will arrive. Give it to
They are."
At this time, they did not notice that the table where Ling Feng was lying on was slowly dripping. Maybe it was not water, but wine!
After a while, a dozen men in white attire, with knives on their waists, and fierce faces walked into the inn. The leader was a middle-aged man in a white robe and a square scarf with an elegant expression. This man had a gun in his hand.
He has no weapons, but his hands are very thick and have thick calluses. It is obvious that all his skills are in his hands.
When the old storyteller saw this person, he immediately clasped his fists and said, "Protector Ding, I have already taken it. Do you know the remaining half of the silver?"
Protector Ding glanced at Ling Feng who was unconscious on the table, smiled slightly, and said: "The boss is really good at it, even the famous blue-shirted hero in Qinghe is in your hands, I will give you the banknote right now
.”
After he finished speaking, he took the banknote from his arms and suddenly slapped it with his palm. As fast as lightning, it was printed on the chest of the astonished old man. His strong zhenqi suddenly burst out, directly making a deeply sunken palm print on the old man's chest.
, the old man fell to the ground, and he didn’t know how many ribs were broken.
This scene was beyond everyone's expectations. For a moment, everyone in the inn and the White Tiger Gang were stunned.
The waiter supported the old storyteller and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"
The old man pounced, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and said, "I can't survive anymore. You and everyone should leave quickly!"
After he said this, he fell to the ground and lost his breath.
The waiter also knew that Ding Hu Fing Wuyou was an extremely skilled master, known as the Heart-Breaking Palm. He had strong palm power, both internal and external, and could break a person's heart with just one palm. Although the master's skills were considered profound, he was unprepared.
If you are on guard, you will definitely not survive.
He immediately shouted: "Everyone, leave quickly!"
Ding Wuyou said coldly: "I want to leave! Come on, kill them all!"
If it was a normal transaction, he wouldn't be too lazy to keep silent for this little money, but when it came to the soul-stealing sword manual, he had to be cautious. Some people might doubt the authenticity of the sword manual, but he was also a senior member of the gang and had read the relevant classics.
, I know that there is indeed such a sword technique, and this sword manual has been circulated in the world.
"yes!"
After receiving the order, the members of the White Tiger Gang immediately drew their swords and killed him.
The waiter suddenly grabbed five chopsticks and shot them out.
The five members of the White Tiger Gang suddenly had a chopstick inserted into their wrists, and with a scream, the long knives in their hands fell from their hands.
"Really good work!"
Ding Wuyou looked slightly surprised and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your Thousand Faces Organization is really secretive and has masters emerging one after another."
The waiter said coldly: "We are only looking for money, we have no intention of swordsmanship, and we will never tell anyone what happened today. Please give way!"
Ding Wuyou said coldly: "The second boss is also an old Jianghu. Don't you know that only the mouth of the dead is the most reliable?"
The waiter suddenly felt a chill in his heart and suddenly made up his mind. He waved his hand and five cold stars flew out of his palm. Then he tapped his toes, stepped on the railing of the stairs and ran up to the second floor quickly, and then walked towards the window of the wing inside.
Go. Originally, he thought that if the boss died, he could take everyone away and become the new boss, but now he doesn't care so much.
Ding Wuyou condensed black energy in his palm, and he swung it out in an instant. The surging palm force knocked away five meteor darts. He did not chase the waiter anymore, but killed the burly man, the shopkeeper, and others.
These people had mediocre martial arts skills, so how could they be his opponents? Several of his subordinates blocked the door of the inn, and these people had nowhere to escape.
After a while, there were twelve more corpses on the ground, and blood stained the table and the ground red.
At this time, seven or eight people began to explore the body and collect trophies.
Two people guard the door, and two people are waiting for orders.
Ding Wuyou said calmly: "You two go and break their tendons and hamstrings."
"yes!"
The two White Tiger Gang members responded and immediately came over with their knives.
At this moment, Ling Feng's body suddenly jumped up, his hands bent into eagle claws, and he pinched the throats of the two of them as fast as lightning.
With a click, their throat bones were broken and they fell to the ground.
"Congratulations player, you killed the members of the White Tiger Gang and gained 50 points of spirit and 30 points of chivalry."
"Congratulations to the player, you killed the members of the White Tiger Gang and gained 50 points of spirit and 50 points of chivalry."
Ding Wuyou's expression suddenly changed, and the true energy in his body quickly gathered in his palm, condensing an inch of black palm energy, and he quickly slapped it with his palm.
Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him in the face.
Ding Wuyou heard the power of the soul-stirring sword technique and did not dare to get close. He immediately used his palm force and struck Ling Feng.
Ling Feng's toes touched the ground, his figure jumped up, leaped over the splitting palm force, and quickly stabbed Ding Wuyou's throat with his sword in the air. Almost at the same time, a wave of Canglang Sword Intention shot out, dragging him into the illusion of Sword Intent.
.
When Ding Wuyou opened his eyes, his throat was already a little red, and then he died.
"Congratulations to the player, you killed Ding Wuyou, the protector of the White Tiger Gang, and gained 160 points of energy and 560 points of chivalry."
At this time, the two members of the White Tiger Gang at the door and the eight people who were touching the body came at him with knives.
The corners of Ling Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he swung his sword forward.
A moment later, Ling Feng's blue shirt was dyed red, his Qingfeng sword was dripping blood, and there were ten more corpses on the ground.
These people died honorably, contributing 500 points of spirit and 400 points of chivalry to Ling Feng.