epoch of cultivation

Chapter 19 Snow House

(first update! Collection, everyone~)

"Xuelou, if you don't get out of here, I'll do it."

"I didn't disturb the guests of your store. Why did you chase me away? I came to my sister this time, but I'm not selling minerals!"

"Yo, son of a bitch, did you listen to what I said? What's wrong with your sister working here? If you don't get out of here, I will still beat you.

"You, do you... dare?"

"Do I dare? I'm going to beat you now..."

Zhang Yan and Ma Chong were talking in a low voice, but they were attracted by the noise on the side.

This is a middle-aged man in black. He should be the kind of guard of Mingxuan's swordsmanship. He is rolling up his sleeves, smiling ferociously, and walking towards a thin and ragged teenager.

The teenager turned pale and took two steps back a little cowardly, but his eyes stared at the middle-aged without fear and bit his lips tightly.

The guests and waiters next to him seemed to be familiar with the two. They were not surprised and looked at the two quarrels with a playful look. Someone even shouted, "Bell him, beat him, and make everyone happy."

"Yes, Zhao Biao, do it quickly. As soon as you do it, the boy's sister will come over. Maybe in order to save this boy, she will still marry him. Hey hey, the smell of sleeping with the little mute should be very good, right?"

"Haha..." Everyone in the hall laughed loudly, and even the waitresses covered their mouths and laughed.

Listening to the laughter of the people, the teenager who ordered the snow tower no longer retreated. A red tide surged from his pale face and shouted excitedly around: "You rubbish, you think about obscene things all day long. It's so shameful, ah!"

As soon as Xue Lou finished speaking, a bowl-sized fist suddenly appeared, hit him in the face, and suddenly bombarded his thin body to the corner of the hall and vomited blood.

"Dog, how dare you scold the guests of my shop, can't you die?"

Zhao Biao closed his fist and smiled coldly at Xuelou. Then he arched his hand to the people around him and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, gentlemen. This little bastard is too vicious. I, Zhao Biao..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Lou hissed and rushed over crazily. He hit Zhao Biao in front of his hands and shouted, "I fought with you. You bastard, you will bully me all day long, and you will bully me..."

Zhao Biao looked at Xue Lou disdainfully. With such a weak little body, how dare he compete with his master? Looking for death!

He raised his hand and was about to slap Xue Lou's face. His wrist suddenly hurt, but he was tightly strangled by a person. He was about to urge Zhenyuan in his body, but he found that his body was soft and did not need any strength.

And the snow tower was also stopped by this man and pulled to his side.

Zhao Biao was fooked and looked at the people, but he saw a handsome teenager, dressed in blue, as indifferent as water. He can hold his wrist with one hand and force himself to use Zhenyuan, which is obviously higher than his own cultivation.

Who is he? Do you want to stand out for Xuelou? Humph, this is Mingxuan's swordsmanship. How about his cultivation? He is just an outsider, how dare he fool around?

These ideas flashed in Zhao Biao's mind, and he said coldly, "Young man, I advise you to let go of your own business."

Of course, this person is Zhang Yan. He observed for a long time and vaguely guessed the truth. Looking at the teenager being mocked and bullied by everyone, somehow, Zhang Yan remembered that he was besieged by many high-level monks at the foot of Wanzhong Mountain. He was quite uncomfortable and naturally stepped forward to stop him.

"What if I have to mind my own business?" When Zhang Yan saw that Zhao Biao didn't know whether it was good or not, his face turned cold, and the strength in his hand increased by one point.

Since Zhang Yan practiced Fahua Jin's body to the needless diamond realm, the power of the body has become extremely horrible. At this time, even if less than 30% of the power is used, it is still not Zhao Biao's low-level sword cultivation in the middle of the foundation.

Only listening to the squeak of Zhao Biao's wrist bones, he couldn't help screaming, "Ah~Fuck, you're here to find trouble. You're here to find trouble with Mingxuan's swords..."

When he shouted, the people who were already watching shouted loudly, "Someone smashed the scene, someone smashed the scene..."

Even the nearby guards and waitresses in black gave up their work and came here. Seeing that Zhao Biao was strangled by a teenager, and then heard the words of smashing the scene in their ears, they looked cold and did not ask about the indiscriminately. They sacrificed their flying swords and wanted to attack the teenager.

Zhang Yan's eyes swept around and couldn't help frowning, but he didn't let go of his hand.

Mingxuan's swordsmanship made a mess for a while. Some guests who had nothing to do with themselves stood far away and stopped to watch the bustle, while dozens of black guards and waitresses of Mingxuan's swordsmen besieged Zhang Yan, flying swords in their hands and flashed.

Ma Chong has quietly come to his side as early as when Zhang Yan grabbed Zhao Biao's wrist. At this time, he saw that the situation had changed and didn't care about anything else. First, he took over the teenager called Snow Tower from Zhang Yan's left hand, and then sacrificed the flying sword. As a magnificent breath of a golden elixir, it gushed out of his body and instantly filled the whole hall.

"What a horrible breath!"

"What an amazing sword spirit!"

"He is a Jindan monk!"

Everyone trembled and shouted, and their faces changed dramatically. They shut up one after another, and the hall was silent for a moment.

These people are all vicious people. When they saw the fierce breath of the horse rushing out, they instantly judged that the dull man in front of them was a golden sword cultivation!

What about this teenager who held Zhao Biao's wrist? What kind of cultivation is he?

Zhao Biao's face turned white. He was the closest to Ma Chong and felt the greatest feeling. The murderous smell on Ma Chong's body even made him feel suffocated. His mind was dizzy, and there was only one thought in his heart. This time, I'm afraid he kicked the iron plate...

Xue Lou's eyes opened wide, raised his head, and stared at Ma Chong's dark side face. His weak body was trembling gently. He was not afraid or forced by the breath of Ma Chong's body. He just couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. This is Jin Dan Jianxiu. He... Did he save himself?

"Do you think we are here to smash the scene?" Zhang Yan said blankly.

Zhao Biao shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Zhang Yan frowned and said, "Didn't you say just now that we are here to make trouble? Why do you change now? Could it be that you can't play with me?"

Zhao Biao's face changed dramatically, and he sweated coldly: "This... Absolutely not, absolutely no play... Elders forgive me, seniors forgive me..."

Zhao Biao almost cried, and a Jindan period monk was staring at him. How dare he offend the teenager in front of him? He knew that even if the steward of the business came, he would not offend a Jindan monk for himself, and he would not...

When Zhang Yan saw his appearance, a trace of disgust gushed out in his heart. He let go of his right hand and said, "In this case, can we leave?"

Zhao Biao breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had just come back from the ghost gate. Fortunately, when he saw that Zhang Yan was about to leave, the chicken was pecking rice and nodded hurriedly.

At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded, "Taoist friend, wait for me to deal with this unworthy son, and then apologize to Taoist friend!"

After saying that, an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Biao, slapped him with his backhand, threw him in Zhao Biao's face fiercely, and directly beat Zhao Biao out more than two feet away in the sad screams.

"Get out, I don't have you in Mingxuan swordsmanship in the future. If you dare to come back, hum..."

The old man turned his head, turned his back to Zhang Yan, proudly swept the guards and maids in black, and said coldly, "How dare you, do you still want to be rude with the guests who come to my Mingxuan swordsman? You dogs look down on things, why don't you take back the weapons? Why don't you get out of here?"

At this time, everyone recovered from Zhao Biao's sad cry. Seeing the old man's face, his expression changed dramatically, and they quickly put away their swords in their hands and said respectfully: "See you, the housekeeper of Qin!" After saying that, they didn't care about anything else and disappeared in front of the old man very quickly.

This scene happened so fast and too dramatic that the guests who stopped and watched in the hall reacted from their astonishment. However, when they saw the old man's face clearly, they suddenly realized that it was Qin Yuan, the general manager of Mingxuan Sword and Artimen, came!

They know that Qin Yuan is a personal disciple of Mingxuan Sword Mansion. He has the early cultivation of Jindan and is a powerful sword cultivation in Liangyue County.

But today, Qin Yuan's actions fell through their eyes. They thought that Qin Yuan would stand up for their children. Unexpectedly, as soon as Qin Yuan appeared, he started to his family and even scolded all the children present.

Why did he do this? Is Qin Yuan still afraid of the teenager in front of him and the dull middle-aged man?

Everyone couldn't figure it out and looked at it curiously.

The old man is Qin Yuan. Undoubtedly, he actually came to the corner of the hall accompanied by Xue Rou, but when he saw Zhang Yan strangle Zhao Biao, he stopped moving forward.

He didn't see clearly how Zhang Yan took action?

Faster than lightning!

Just as he was a little surprised, he was shocked by the horse rush beside Zhang Yan, or the breath that only Brother Jindan had from Ma Chong's body.

The follower beside this teenager turned out to be a Jindan monk!

In Xuerou's mouth, Qin Yuan knew that the middle-aged Jindan period in front of him called the teenager an adult, which surprised Qin Yuan even more. What kind of strength should a teenager with followers of the Jindan period have?

Qin Yuan was a monk in the early days of Jindan, but he couldn't see Zhang Yan's strength at all. In surprise, when he saw Zhang Yan loosen Zhao Biao's wrist and wanted to leave, he immediately appeared and immediately slapped Zhao Biao and reprimanded the children. The purpose was not to offend this mysterious teenager.

He is curious about what this teenager is.

After twisting his body, Qin Yuan had changed into a smiling face. Before waiting for him to speak, he saw the girl Xuerou who cried into tears as early as possible. He couldn't help hugging the teenager called Xuelou and crying loudly.

"Brother...Brother, you...they, again... Did I bully you again?"