Peach Fortune Ring

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Yan was almost done eating, and called the shopkeeper to pay the bill.

The shopkeeper managed to force a smile: "Master, if the restaurant invites you for this meal, we won't charge you any money!"

"Is the young master someone who can't afford to eat, take it!" Song Yan directly took out a large ingot of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper, probably no less than ten taels.

"Except for the food, the rest is considered as the repair fee of your restaurant!"

The shopkeeper wanted to say more, but Song Yan glared at him: "Young master is a bandit, if you dare to babble, believe it or not, you will burn down your restaurant!"

Sure enough, the shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything, and could only watch Song Yan and Qi Ling'er leave, but he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. Such bandits were different from the ones in the legend.

: Five watch is coming

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Chapter 467 Remember to bring more money next time

After leaving the restaurant, Song Yan found that the girl Qi Ling'er secretly glanced at him from time to time, curiosity and doubt flashed faintly in her eyes.

"Do you have any questions to ask me?" Song Yan paused, looked at her and asked.

Qi Ling'er nodded, and asked, "Are you the number one expert in the world?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Qi Ling'er said thoughtfully: "Because he felt that the middle-aged head-hunter before was very powerful. If his knife was aimed at me, I would never be able to avoid it, but you used a peanut to kill him. The knife bounced, and then he knocked his man out of the restaurant with another peanut.

My strength is comparable to the top ten masters in the world, and the middle-aged head catcher is better than me, he must be one of the top ten masters in the world, and you are better than him, what is it if you are not number one in the world?You said, am I right in my analysis? "

"That's right!" Song Yan said speechlessly: "With your three-legged cat kung fu, let alone the top ten in the world, even if you are in the top [-], you may not be able to get in!"

Qi Ling'er was not convinced: "You are talking nonsense, my three masters all said that my martial arts ranks among the top ten in the world!"

Song Yan smiled: "You are a silly girl, those three masters of yours just said that to make you happy, do you know the classification of warriors?" Before she could answer, Song Yan continued: "The world Warriors are divided into fourth-rate, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, etc. Your strength is only third-rate, and you lack actual combat experience. Any third-rate warrior can beat you to the ground, let alone those second-rate and first-rate warriors. To defeat you is not like playing, the middle-aged policeman just now is a second-rate master, do you think you can stop him?"

"Ah, I'm actually so weak?" After hearing Song Yan's explanation, Qi Ling'er couldn't help but look frustrated. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "What level of warrior are you? Are you a first-class warrior?"

"Better than first-rate warriors." Song Yan said.

"Then can I worship you as my teacher?" Qi Ling'er asked expectantly.

"It depends on your performance!"

Seeing that Song Yan didn't agree directly, she quickly said: "I can give you a lot of money, my father has a lot of money!"

"Okay, then just give me 1 taels of silver now and I'll take you as an apprentice!" Song Yan stared at her playfully.

"Is it okay to give it later?"

"No!" Song Yan flatly refused, but he changed the subject: "If you behave well in the cottage, I may not be able to accept you as an apprentice!"

The two talked and walked all the way out of the city.

The purpose of coming to Ningwu City has been achieved, and it is time to return to the cottage.

Unexpectedly, not far from the city gate, he saw a man in black robe standing with a sword in his arms.

The man is about 27 or [-] years old, tall and heroic, with a dignified appearance, exuding an air of confidence.

Suddenly, the man in black robe looked up at Song Yan: "Shen Shaoyan, do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, as long as you don't block the way!" Song Yan curled his lips and said, in fact, he had already guessed the identity of the man in black robe, Du Heng, the captain of Ningwu City.

Hearing this, Du Heng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "I'm very kind to you if I don't come to the Black Wind Mountain Range to trouble you thieves, but you dare to come to the county town to make trouble, because you think you don't live long enough Is it?"

"Good dogs don't block the way, you'd better get out of the way, otherwise, the young master will beat you all over the place!" Song Yan waved his fist and said.

"Surely arrogant!" Du Heng raised his eyebrows again: "However, you, a second-rate martial artist, are not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."

"Who said the young master is a second-rate warrior?" Song Yan rolled his eyes, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"Isn't it?" Du Heng asked back.

Song Yan said with a strange smile: "Hey, in fact, the young master is an innate master, if you are sensible, run away quickly, otherwise, the young master will really beat you!"

"Hmph, bluff, let me try your martial arts!"

As soon as the words fell, Du Heng stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body flew into the air. The long sword in his hand pointed at Song Yan, and the scabbard shot out immediately, heading straight for him.

"Fuck, I hate people who litter like you the most!" Song Yan yelled and grabbed out the scabbard, which seemed to be extremely powerful.

"Sure enough, I have some skills, and I can use [-]% of my strength to strike!" Du Heng couldn't help but said when he saw this, the long sword in his hand shook, and a few beautiful sword flowers flashed under the sword, and then went straight to Song Yan. Come.

"If you don't pretend, you will die!"

Song Yan sneered, directly broke Du Heng's scabbard into several pieces, and threw it towards him.

"You dare to break my scabbard, you are courting death!"

Seeing this, Du Heng couldn't help being very angry, but at the next moment, he found that the pieces of scabbard that Song Yan seemed to throw casually came through the air, with a faint whistling sound.

Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly swung the long sword in his hand and flew out.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Following a series of clashing sounds of gold and iron, Du Heng managed to lift some pieces of the scabbard away, but the force contained in the scabbard made his arm holding the sword go numb, and at the same time, the internal energy in his body also Exhausted, he fell from the air and fell to the ground. For a moment, he couldn't help being shocked. Could it be that this bandit leader is really an innate master.

At this moment, his eyes blurred, and then a fist magnified infinitely in his eyes.

"boom!"

An old punch hit his nose heavily, and suddenly, a strong pain hit him, and at the same time, his tears flowed out.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that you couldn't help hitting so much, and actually made you cry with one punch."

Song Yan had already returned to the original place, and said with a playful face.

"Bastard! I killed you!"

Hearing Song Yan's ridicule, Du Heng couldn't help being furious, and killed Song Yan with a long sword in his hand.

But at this moment, a figure flashed past, and with a bang, Du Heng felt a fist land on his face again.

Then, figures kept flashing before his eyes, and his face was constantly hit by a fist. After dozens of punches, his cheeks were already swollen, and the blood in his nose was also continuously flowing down. Woke up extremely embarrassed.

"Tsk tsk, where did the pig's head come from?"

Looking at his masterpiece, Song Yan joked with a smile.