Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

The man on the opposite side smiled triumphantly, raised his head and took a sip of tea.

"Oh, tell me!"

"Don't worry."

"I heard that the senior brother has a very high attainment in swordsmanship, and the resources of the sect are piled on his head. The most important thing is that his sword was obtained from an ancient tomb, and it is said that he gave birth to a sword spirit. !"

"Sword Spirit!?"

"That's right! I'm really envious of these talented people. If you want to fall asleep, someone will give you a pillow, unlike us..."

The two talked about other things after envious gossip, Lu Xiuyi lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind, Lu Xiuyi opened his hand to catch it, and the black epee fell into his hand suddenly, and a group of people rushed into the door of the inn.

The leader was dressed in brocade and jade robes, and he looked at the black epee in Lu Xiuyi's hands with evil smiles, "It's just a sword, but I've been chasing it for so long, hahaha, are you admitting defeat and not running away now?"

After speaking, he seemed to have just noticed the young man, raised his chin slightly and frowned and said, "Boy, quickly bring the sword here."

The people eating in the inn were suddenly as quiet as cicadas.

They have been here for a long time, almost no one does not know this person, because he has a good father, he is arrogant and domineering in the city, and basically grabs everything that comes into his eyes.

Everyone sighed and looked at the lonely Lu Xiuyi, then at the obviously extraordinary heavy sword on the young man's back, and shook their heads regretfully.

Lu Xiuyi put the sword behind his back with a cold expression, finished the last cup of tea, left the broken silver and walked towards the door.

The leader's face suddenly darkened: "Didn't you hear what I said? Give me the sword!"

"mine."

"laugh."

The group of people laughed as if they heard some joke. Liu Sheng laughed and said sarcastically: "You say it's yours, it's yours? What are you? It was about to be subdued, but in the end, you used some means to snatch it away!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said fiercely: "Take it here."

"Master, let me do it." One person stood up and spoke disdainfully.

They have all been practicing swords for decades, but they are just a boy in front of them.

"Ah."

When he got the answer, the man rushed up immediately.

A few seconds later, the man slammed onto the dining table, and the plates and bowls shattered, and the wooden table was smashed to pieces.

"Eh..."

The man kept moaning, his back soaked with blood.

Liu Sheng's smile was restrained, and his face was gloomy: "I underestimated you!"

"You all together!"

The group of people immediately drew their swords.

……

It's not yet time for a cup of tea, and a piece of the inn is lying down, and the young man standing in the middle puts the sword back expressionlessly: "Is it mine?"

Liu Sheng's face turned green and white, looked deeply at the young man's face, lowered his head and said in a gloomy voice, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let's go."

After the farce ended, the inn became lively: "Okay, boy! You are good at swordsmanship!"

"Having such an extraordinary heroic figure at such a young age, not bad, not bad hahahaha."

"Hahaha, grandpa has long been upset with that shitty young master. If he hadn't been afraid of death every day and led a bunch of subordinates, grandpa would have beaten him to death a long time ago. The boy did a good job!"

The owner of the inn also came out, frowning and driving away displeased: "Get out quickly, you are no longer welcome in this shop!"

"Hey shopkeeper, you are not kind. If it is because of that table, I will pay for the little brother."