God catches no trace

Chapter 187 Disaster

Chapter 30: Disaster
a car.

carriage.

Sitting on it was a middle-aged man with a beard and wearing a bamboo hat and holding a whip in his hand.

behind.

It is a front hanging bead curtain, surrounded by brocade cloth, which looks like an extremely gorgeous sedan chair.

Walking slowly in the middle of the small town where the wind and snow are blowing and the road is a bit potholed.

"Uncle, is the "Shadow Sword" Villa coming soon?"

A young woman's voice came from inside the sedan.

"Yes, niece. Otherwise, uncle wouldn't be walking so slowly in this weather." The middle-aged man replied.

"That's good, that's good, it's almost been a whole day." The woman in the sedan chair felt a sense of relief.

The middle-aged man just wanted to reply.

Sudden.

He found two people standing in front of him.

the man.

A fat-thin man in black.

Like a green pine in the cold wind and rain.

Stand very straight, very straight.

He hastily let out a "wow", and the carriage stopped.

"Your Excellency, please step aside."

"This street, yours?"

"No."

"Since it's not, why should we get out of the way." The fat man was unreasonable.

"Your Excellency says so, there is nothing I can do about it."

After finishing speaking, he put the rein on one side, ready to go around.

Unexpectedly, the two men followed suit.

"Did you two find fault on purpose?" He was a little angry, and his tone was naturally impolite.

"Uncle, what happened?" asked the woman in the sedan chair.

"Niece, it's nothing."

Meaning: Don't worry, I can handle it.

"Haha, looking for faults? Qin Yixiao, the "tumbler" in the world, this is indeed a bit inappropriate." The thin man turned back sullenly.

"you know me?"

"Hey." He gave a strange smile, and then said to the fat man, "Brother Yin, stand aside and watch, I'll learn the unique skills of the Qin family in Jiangnan."

Qin Yixiao was taken aback for a moment, never expecting to meet a lunatic here.

For no reason, someone stood in the way and wanted to challenge me.

"Uncle, show him some color."

A face poked out of the sedan.

A young, gentle and charming face.

He may hear the thin man's words and feel angry.

Considering this, he showed his hair and spoke.

Just between the fall of the female voice.

Just before Qin Yixiao answered.

The thin man jumped up, holding a pen in his hand.

The thin pen, like drawing a picture, swooped towards him who was sitting in the carriage.

It seems fast but not fierce, but it is actually wrong.

This move really covers all the acupuncture points on the chest of the human body. As long as one place is hit, it is not fatal, but it can completely make people lose resistance.

Qin Yixiao has been in the world for decades, so of course he knows it well.

Seeing that the opponent's pen was no more than a foot away from him, he tilted his upper body, and his left finger was like a hook, grabbing horizontally.

Grasp toward the middle of the pen.

The intention is obvious: win the pen.

Unexpectedly, the thin man's wrist was slightly heavy, and the tip of his pen was like a sword, stabbing straight at Qin Yixiao's lower body.

This stab was absolutely unexpected.

It's really a bit of a dirty taste.

Qin Yixiao's old face suddenly changed, and he didn't have time to stand up and avoid it. Immediately, he flattened his feet, moved towards the sedan door, swung his sleeves down, and swung the tip of his pen.

Taking advantage of this gap, as soon as he stood up, he clenched his hands into fists and quickly hit the thin man's head.

The thin man whose feet had just landed on the frame saw him, and was about to tilt his head. After dodging, he made another move with the pen in his hand.
It was surprising: Qin Yixiao's fist was still in the middle of the way, but when he stretched out, his five fingers naturally grew together, slightly downward, and pierced straight towards his throat.

Showing off fists is a false move,

"Well, "fist-shaped finger throat" is worthy of being the famous stunt of the Qin family. It is admirable to see it today." After the thin man finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and the figure floated backwards, but before he could make up his mind, Bowing forward with his upper body, the brush in his hand formed a whirlpool, attacking Qin Yixiao.

"Soft as a shooting star" in "A Good Move" Pen Wuji. "

At this time, a man's voice came from behind the sedan chair.Maybe he knew it before, so he couldn't help but admire it.

"My lord, this is worthy of your praise. To be honest, it's not as good as Miss's whip." A woman's voice also came.

However, there was sarcasm in his tone.

The thin man who was recruited halfway was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly took it away.

Stand still.

He glanced coldly to the left behind the sedan: four people, three women with veils covering their faces and a man, were walking slowly in their direction.

Who do you know these four people are?
Of course it was Sang Wuhen and Ye Yanran who were looking for Pan Jiaohong.

Qin Yixiao also turned his head slightly at this moment, and took a look.Hate secretly said: If you don't intervene and tell him to stop, I will definitely teach him a lesson.

"Brother, I'm sorry, we passed by, and we interrupted you because we saw that your writing skills are really good, so you continue." Sang Wuhen finished speaking next to the thin man, and walked forward without stopping.

Because the sky is getting dark and snowflakes are flying.Therefore, finding an inn to stay in is a big deal.

"Your Excellency, please stop." Brother Yin stretched out his hand to block the way.

"Bold." Juying sternly spat out the word.

"Don't talk too much." Ye Yanran stopped, knowing very well in her heart: Even if a few people want to be rude to Sang Wuhen, it's no wonder they don't suffer in the end.

Sang Wuhen stood still and smiled: "Brother, what do you mean?"

"What the girl said just now really hurt people, I can't even listen to it."

"That's how it is, Juying, come here, and let the two dear friends accompany you."

"No need." The man surnamed Liu waved his hand, and then smiled at Qin Yi: "Senior Qin, I know that you went to the "Shadow Sword" villa, and the offense just now was because of the order of the owner of the villa, Brother Lei Tianyu, to prove something. "

"What do you want to prove?" Qin Yixiao was surprised.

"I don't have time to explain the details now. After you arrive at the villa, Master Lei will explain it himself."

"Okay. Farewell." Qin Yixiao hugged his fists.

"Please."

The man surnamed Liu said politely, and then turned to Sang Wuhen and the others: "It's snowing and raining today, but after hearing what the girl said, I'm not convinced, and I feel humiliated. I want to learn what the girl said about the whip."

This remark is somewhat understandable, as the saying goes: Misfortune comes from the mouth.

When Ye Yanran heard it, she gave Juying a hard look, meaning: Who told you to talk too much.

"No, brother, my young lady has no grudges against you, so why should you get angry over a word from this girl?" Sang Wuhen tried to dissuade her.

"In the world of ice and snow, don't talk nonsense, who is Miss Whip. Come out and show your tricks. If not, don't blame the girl who insulted me."

As soon as the words came out.

Ye Yanran's eyes froze when she heard that.

"He's quite courageous."

After finishing the four-character sentence, the long whip in his hand was sent away like a whirlwind.

Seeing this, Sang Wuhen could only shake her head, knowing her character, it would be absolutely useless to stop her by herself.

"Good time." The man surnamed Liu jumped up into the air and avoided it.

The pen in his hand shook wildly, forming countless sword points, which together with the whole body struck the opponent's chest.

Ye Yan then took a few steps back and swung her whip like a spirit snake, wrapping around the pen in the hand of the man surnamed Liu.

Between the moves, it is purely fast and fast.

Sang Wuhen sighed, some of them fought now, and depending on the situation, it was impossible to tell the winner with less than a few dozen moves.

(End of this chapter)