The waiter shook his head helplessly and walked to another table. The guest at this table was an old man who had been sitting here alone for a long time.

The waiter smiled and said,

"Uncle, we have closed the stall! Can you pay the bill?"

"Why don't you come!"

The old man sighed, picked up the big porcelain bowl on the table, drank the remaining tea, threw down a few copper coins, stood up and looked around again.

At this time, he found a carriage stopped in front of him, and then a distinguished-looking man in white walked towards him.

"Doctor Shen, here, here! I'm finally waiting for you!"

Zhao Hui waved excitedly and quickly approached Shen Qin.

He didn't notice at all that a white dagger appeared in the shop assistant's hand behind him and stabbed him in the back at a very fast speed.

There was a "bang" sound, the sound of metal colliding.

It was too late, but it was too soon. The rough man who was still drinking just took out a sword from nowhere and blocked the dagger. Then he flew up and kicked the waiter in the stomach.

Xiao Yue didn't react and was kicked backwards.

"Xiao Yue!"

The stall owner shouted and flew to catch him.

At the same time, the other two "drunkards" also took out their weapons.

"Brother Rong, we have fallen into a trap!"

Xiao Yue managed to stand firm, holding the dagger behind his back, with murderous intent in his eyes, and rushed forward to fight with the rough man.

Before he could see the opponent's path clearly, his arm was stabbed with a deep bloody gash.

At the moment when he was in pain and dazed, the sword in front of him was rushing toward his vital point like lightning.

There was such a disparity in strength that he simply couldn't avoid it.

"Bang!" came another sound.

Brother Rong drew out the dagger from his leg and withstood the fatal blow for Xiaoyue.

Brother Rong was fighting with the rough guy, his movements were as fast as a tiger's, making people unable to see the movements clearly, and could only hear the sound of weapons being exchanged.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, the rough man smiled.

"Boy, your martial arts skills are pretty good. You actually took ten of my moves! Why don't you try this move of Dragon Swinging its Tail again!"

After saying that, he flew up, jumped half a foot high, and then slashed down with the force of his white blade.

Brother Rong hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but saw that the sword turned quickly and changed from slashing to sweeping. He had no time to dodge, and the sword stabbed towards his neck.

At this moment, he was completely despairing, just waiting for the blood to splash three feet away.

Fortunately, the sword blade only made a shallow wound on his snow-white neck.

The rough man sheathed his sword and advised, "Surrender, young man, I respect your courage, but you are no match for me. If I hadn't shown mercy just now, you would have turned into a corpse!"

"no way!"

Brother Rong showed no fear on his face, uttered two words coldly, pulled away his body, and stretched out his sword to fight again.

Xiao Yue grabbed Brother Rong because he had many wounds on his body due to fighting with two other extremely skilled people.

"Brother Rong, you retreat first, and I will take the rear! Otherwise, no one can escape!"

Brother Rong glanced at Xiao Yue movedly, raised his hand and overturned the tea pot, and poured the boiling water on the rough man.

The rough man jumped back quickly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Brother Rong turned around and ran away.

The rough man hurriedly threw a flying knife and stabbed Brother Rong directly in the back. Brother Rong did not dare to stop for a moment and fled towards the city very quickly.

"I will fight with you!"

Xiao Yue stood in front of everyone and rushed forward aggressively.

He just struggled to his death and was quickly subdued. At this time, Brother Rong had disappeared.

"He's injured and can't run far. I'm going to give chase!"

A tall and thin "drunkard" said to the rough man.

The rough man nodded, and the tall and thin man chased Brother Rong in the direction where he was fleeing.

This sudden change of swords and swords frightened Zhao Hui, who looked on blankly from the side the whole time, like a stiff goose.

Shen Qin calmly patted his shoulder to express comfort.

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