Martial Arts Conquer System

The dim light also shone on this person's face. This face is very ordinary. It is by no means an annoying face, but it is not the kind of face that makes girls fascinated when they see it.

Except for noodle soup, noodle pot, spoon, chopsticks, soy sauce, sesame oil, green onion, this small noodle stall is no different from other small noodle stalls.

At the small noodle stall, there is also a large wooden plate for marinated vegetables, as well as some beef, fatty intestines, dried tofu, and marinated eggs.

The fragrance is overflowing, and it hits people's stomachs. This person seems to be very interested in everything of this.

"I want a little bit of everything. It's best to cut more dried tofu," he said, "In addition, give me two more pots of wine, no matter what the wine is."

"What about noodles?" The boss asked tentatively, "What kind of noodles do you want? How many bowls do you want?"

"I don't want half of noodles," the man smiled and said, "I just want to drink some wine, but I don't want to eat noodles."

This person is not here to eat noodles. The expressions of the three people who came to eat the noodles in front changed. The one-armed man's big skinny and scaly hand had bulging veins, and the owner of the noodle stall had already held the long chopsticks.

But his foot has been stepped on by the boss.

"We didn't prepare any good wine here. The dried tofu is really well marinated," the proprietress said with a smile: "Guest officer, please sit in the shed. I'll bring the food and drinks right away."

The simple tent has only three small tables, which have been seated separately by the three who came first.

So the lady boss asked the boss to move Lu Yang and Chu Liuxiang away from the table in the shed, and wanted this person to sit down.

However, this person did not sit on the empty table, but sat down opposite the Tsing Yi person who came first.

Maybe it's just this seat closest to him.

The man in Tsing Yi stared at this person hostilely, but this person felt numb, as if he didn't feel it at all.

He smiled and said: "The world is so big and the people are so small. It seems we have a good chance that we can sit at the same table. I want to buy you a drink, can I?"

"No," the Tsing Yi man said with a rather rude attitude: "I don't drink."

The man touched his nose, as if feeling extremely disappointed.

But when the food and wine were delivered, the man became happy again: "Although drinking alone is boring, it is better than drinking without alcohol."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard a person applaud: "This is indeed a well-known saying that has not been easy for the ages. With this sentence, it is worth drinking three bowls of wine."

The man's laughter was bold and loud, and his waist was straight when he walked.

His clothes had just been changed, and they were very well washed. There was a black sheath long sword tied to his belt, and the brass hilt and blade were shiny.

"It's a pity that I can't drink with you now. I want to eat a few bowls of noodles first." He didn't wait for someone to reply, but strode to the noodle stall by himself: "I want three bowls of noodles, three bowls."

The owner of the noodle stall looked at him with wide eyes, as if he didn't welcome the appearance of this person, and was far from the enthusiastic performance.

The middle-aged man with Sabre was also staring at him, and suddenly sneered: "Why don't you speak? What do you mean? Do you think that Jiao Lin is old and can't eat your bowl of noodles?"

auzw.com His voice was a bit angry and then he continued: "It doesn't matter if I eat this bowl of noodles or not, but I must show you whether I still have this ability."

He drew his sword.

His method of drawing the sword is completely correct and standard, but his hand is already unstable. It seems that it is really to the extreme.

The owner of the noodle stall suddenly pierced out a pair of bamboo chopsticks and poked his eyes.

Before his sword reached the opponent's heart, the opponent's bamboo chopsticks reached his eyelashes.

He can only choose to retreat.

But he only took a step back. The bamboo chopsticks in the boss's hand suddenly slammed, knocking on his wrist bone, and Jiao Lin's long sword fell to the ground with a sound.

When the long sword fell, all the weaknesses he wanted to hide were all exposed.

His aging, his downfall, his uncontrollable and stable hands, and even the worn-out areas on his collar and cuffs were so clear at this moment.

But no one wants to look at him again.

He slowly bent down, slowly picked up the sword that was shot down on the ground, and stepped back step by step, but his eyes were fixed on the bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the noodle stall owner.

The drinking man stood up suddenly, took out a piece of silver and placed it on the table, then held up the oil paper umbrella, walked over to support him.

"I can see that you must be an alcohol addict." He smiled and said: "Although the dried tofu here is well marinated, the wine is too sour. Let's drink somewhere else."

Walking high in the mud, a brand-new oil-paper umbrella blocked the drizzle, and holding a person in one hand, two figures gradually walked out of this alley.

The one-armed man looked at them with murderous intent in his one eye. The Tsing Yi man stood up suddenly, the young man under the iron sword gate had already held his sword, and the noodle stall owner was already ready to fly up.

The lady boss suddenly slapped the table: "Can't move! None of you can move, whoever moves will have to die."

The face of the noodle stall owner changed first.

"I can't listen to you this time, we can't leave Jiao Lin's life," the lady boss's voice was suppressed very low: "This matter is too big, Jiao Lin already knows a little bit, even if he does his job. Everyone is very stable, but we cannot afford to take this risk."

"Just because we can't take the risk, we absolutely can't move." The lady boss said, "As long as we move, we will definitely lose in this matter."

The boss said: "Are you afraid of Jiao Lin, can't you see that he is finished?"

The lady boss said: "I am not afraid of Jiao Lin."

The boss said: "Then what are you afraid of?"

The lady boss said: "The one who walked with him."

The boss asked: "Why?"

The lady boss said: "Because even ten Jiao Lin can't compare to that person with a finger."

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