Faced with the siege of the Wudang Sect disciples, Jiang Siming smiled disdainfully, clasped his hands together, and the chopstick baskets on the table exploded.
Dozens of bamboo chopsticks turned into the sharpest weapons and shot towards them.
Wudang disciples quickly used their swords to resist, but the bamboo chopsticks hit their swords, and a horrifying scene happened.
The Wudang disciple's sword was cut into two pieces by the chopsticks, which usually can be cut into two pieces!
Ding ding ding!
There was a crisp sound of the sword breaking in the restaurant.
Song Qingshu and the Wudang disciples were stunned on the spot, and instantly understood that this person was simply not something they could beat.
"My skills are inferior to others, sorry for bothering me."
Song Qingshu wanted to throw up his hands and leave at that time.
"Did I let you go?" Jiang Siming chuckled.
"What else do you want? Don't forget, I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. If you dare to touch me, my master will not let you go." Song Qingshu said with a pale face.
"But your master is not with you now. If you say I will kill you now, who knows who I am, and who knows that I did it?" Jiang Siming sneered.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled, he was really afraid that Jiang Siming would do this and his life would be in danger.
"Then what do you want?" Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said.
"First hand over all the valuable things you have on you." Jiang Siming said and took another bite of mutton. Well, the smell is very authentic, and mutton aphrodisiacs...
Song Qingshu felt aggrieved, but he was also really afraid of Jiang Siming's martial arts.
In the end, he had no choice but to compromise and take out all the money he had on him. Other Wudang disciples also followed suit.
"Why don't you pay?" Jiang Siming looked at the honest man and asked.
"I... it's wrong for you to do this. I... I won't give you money!"
"What's your name?" Jiang Siming had already guessed who he was.
"My name is Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Cuishan."
Zhang Wuji, the only male protagonist in Yitian Sword of the Dragon, is also the lucky protagonist in Yitian who can even eat shit and find treasures.
If you jump off a cliff, you can meet Huo Gong Tou Tuo and learn the Nine Yang Magic Skill. If you enter a secret room, you can learn the Great Shift of the Universe.
He is not good-looking at all, he also suffers from male cancer, he cannot speak or behave, but all the heroines in Yitian can't help but fall in love with him.
No matter what he did to hurt their hearts, they still liked him like moths to a flame.
Would you say this kind of popularity is irritating, and does the treatment of the protagonist sound irritating?
At this time, Zhang Wuji probably had not yet obtained the Nine Yang Divine Art, and with the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body, he was physically weaker than ordinary people.
Jiang Siming poured the wine from the wine glass on him on the spot. What about the protagonist? I am the biggest protagonist. Why do you, a boss of a small copy, yell at me?
Zhang Wuji was thrown drunk. Although he is an honest man, it does not mean he has no temper.
"I'll fight you!" Zhang Wuji pulled out the sword from his waist and was about to risk his life with Jiang Siming. If you call him stupid, you are really stupid.
Even though he knew he was outmatched, he still went ahead rashly.
I saw him coming with his sword drawn and striking Jiang Simingzhao on the head.
Jiang Siming pinched his fingers and clamped the sharp sword hard. With a slight force, Zhang Wuji's sword was broken.
"No! This is the sword my mother left for me!"
When Jiang Siming heard this, he thought, oh, that's right, then he would break a few more pieces of it.
Jingle-ding-ding-ding-ding!
The sword was broken into seven or eight pieces in Jiang Siming's hand.
"I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Wuji was so angry that he came towards Jiang Siming with bared teeth and claws.
But he found that his body was suddenly unable to move, as if a pair of invisible hands were firmly controlling him.
Jiang Siming stood up, picked up the pot of wine, and walked leisurely to Zhang Wuji.
Seeing his eyes that wanted to eat him alive, Jiang Siming became angry. He raised his palm and opened his bow from left to right, slapping Zhang Wuji more than a dozen times.
Anyway, he is a villain and a devil, and it is understandable that he does bad things.
Specializing in playing protagonists in other dungeon worlds is something Jiang Siming loves to do.
After Zhang Wuji was beaten, his face was swollen like a pig's head, but he still stared at Jiang Siming. Call him stupid, he also likes to do little tricks.
Jiang Siming looked unhappy when he looked at his version of Xiao Yan who had spent thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi and never bullied young people into poverty.
Simply pinch his neck and slowly tighten it.
What happened to the protagonist Yitian? Just kill him. There is nothing to be afraid of.
Zhang Wuji's face turned purple and he had difficulty breathing. Only then did he realize how stupid his behavior was.
In the past, he always relied on the favor of the Wudang Clan and Zhang Sanfeng behind him. He was not afraid of trouble at all, and it didn't matter who you attacked.
But now, when he felt death waving to him, he was afraid, really afraid.
"Haha, little brother, although Wuji may have been offensive, please show mercy, he is just a child."
Suddenly a voice came from outside the restaurant.
"What's wrong with the child? What bothers me the most is the naughty child." Jiang Siming smiled disdainfully.
While he was talking, a figure appeared from outside the restaurant, as if he appeared in the restaurant out of thin air.
Only after this man came in did he reveal his true identity.
Wearing a purple heavenly crimson robe, with white hair on his head, and a Taoist robe, he has a fly whisk in his hand and a fairy-like Taoist bone.
After Jiang Siming saw him, his eyes narrowed.
This person must be Zhang Sanfeng.
What he didn't expect was that Zhang Sanfeng's strength could actually reach the level of foundation building.
This is the current situation where we have just entered the threshold of cultivation and established the foundation.
No wonder he became the number one expert in Yitian Slaying Dragon. He turned out to be a foundation-building level expert.
This is also the most powerful person Jiang Siming has ever seen so far.
Fortunately, he entered the golden elixir, otherwise there would really be nothing he could do against Zhang Sanfeng.
"Oh, little brother has a weird temper and doesn't do ordinary things. I guess you are the Young Master Jiang Siming who is wanted by Master Emei, right?"
Jiang Siming was a little surprised and said, "How did you know my identity?"
Song Qingshu and the others were all shocked. They did not expect that Jiang Siming was the enemy named Emei who had recently been discussed and hunted by the entire world.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly and said: "Young Master Jiang, there is no need to be surprised. There is only one person in the world who can be listed as a mortal enemy by Emei. Besides, your name has never appeared in the world. Today I saw you behind you with extraordinary appearance and strength, so I guessed it. "
"Master."
At this time, Song Yuanqiao and the others also rushed over. When they saw Jiang Siming holding Zhang Wuji in his hand, they immediately drew their swords.
"Stop!" Zhang Sanfeng shouted.
"Master, Wuji is in his hands!" Song Yuanqiao and the others said anxiously.
"Master knows, but it's not your turn to take action!" Zhang Sanfeng said.
Song Yuanqiao and the others were impatient, but they did not dare to disobey their master's orders. They could only surround Jiang Siming with a sword formation, ready to save others at any time.
Seeing that Zhang Wuji was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.
Zhang Sanfeng had no choice but to say to Jiang Siming: "Little brother, Wuji is the only son of my late disciple Zhang Cuishan. Please show mercy. The Wudang Sect is willing to give Wuji a way out at any cost."
What?
Everyone was shocked. When did Zhang Sanfeng need to seek perfection in this way?
His martial arts is the best in the world! (To be continued)