The atmosphere was extremely tense.
With a bang on the table, Zhao Yufan sat up suddenly, looked around at everyone, and said with a smile: "You are hunters, you are businessmen, you are warriors, you are the boss, and he is the boss's wife."
Listening to his plain words, everyone not only did not relax, but became more vigilant, because they could hear that these words were mocking and mocking them.
They did not deliberately hide their identities.
The leader of the hunters looked gloomy and said coldly: "We are not hunters, we are killers, killers of the Black Devil Party."
"We are a caravan."
The leader of the caravan frowned and said, "Wisteria Caravan."
Among the warriors, some also said: "We are lone warriors and belong to the Warrior Alliance."
Lone warriors are a group of people who practice alone and become warriors.
They do not belong to a certain sect or force, so they are called lone warriors.
However, the strength of lone warriors is generally stronger than that of warriors in the sect because of the techniques they practice. and martial arts, they are basically all generation Passed down from generation to generation, unique skills and martial arts have been formed after countless improvements by ancestors.
Moreover, the ancestors of many solo warriors are very powerful warriors.
Their skills and martial arts are also very powerful.
What is especially important is their skills. and martial arts are all unique skills.
At this time, the proprietress, who had been watching, said with a smile: "We are from Tingfeng Pavilion, we just came to see the fun."
Tingfeng Pavilion belongs to a force that is both good and evil, and makes a living by gathering information.
It is considered a very arrogant force in the Zimang Empire.
Almost no one dares to provoke it.
Even the six major sects have to be patient.
Any one of the four major forces, the Black Devil Party, Wisteria Caravan, Tingfeng Pavilion, and Warrior Alliance, can rival any of the strongest sects.
They came here for different reasons, but their goals were the same.
Their target is King Yun, or to be more precise, the eleven kings next to King Yun.
King Yun is so powerful that it is impossible to stop him from rushing to Kyoto, but he can stop the Eleventh King.
As long as the Eleventh King does not go to Kyoto, then King Yun will naturally not be able to go.
Zhao Yufan looked at them in surprise, shrugged and asked, "You can beat Senior Yun?"
"Senior Yun will definitely not take action against us juniors."
The leader of the Black Devil Party grinned and looked outside the door.
There was a man and a woman standing outside the door.
The man was the god of thunder and the woman was the god of wind.
They are not the opponent of King Yun, but when King Yun takes action, one of them can delay for a moment while the other kills the Eleven King.
With the God of Thunder and the God of Wind, King Yun did not dare to take action rashly.
Inside the inn, the waiters served the food in an orderly manner, as if what happened just now didn't happen at all.
They acted casually and calmly, as if this was an ordinary inn.
But everyone knows that behind the calm lies infinite murderous intent.
After a while, the leader of the warrior alliance slowly stood up, clasped his fists and said: "Junior Wang Shilong, my father Wang Guo magnificent" As soon as he finished speaking, King Yun suddenly realized, "You are avenging your father."
"Exactly."
A flash of light flashed in Wang Shilong's hand, and the three-pointed two-edged sword was still firmly held in his hand.
The grudge between his father and Yun Wang was a matter of the previous generation.
No one remembers the reason, only the hatred.
The Blood King stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "I'll do it."
He also used a knife.
The blade of this knife had blood grooves and a hook on the tip.
It was a murder weapon.
The two of them started fighting without saying a word.
Their attacks were very brutal and deadly.
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Soon after, the Blood King stabbed Wang Shilong in the lower abdomen at the cost of injuring his right arm.
Two companions helped Wang Shilong to his seat and started bandaging.
At this moment, the leader of the Ziteng caravan stood up and said sternly: "Who is coming?"
The person who faced him was the Ghost King.
The Ghost King was extremely fast and already invincible.
Coupled with his weird martial arts, the leader of the Ziteng caravan was seriously injured in just a few moves.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
The waiter took the long-cooled dishes and placed them in front of everyone.
He slowly backed away to the counter with a smile on his face and continued to wait seriously for the next battle.
The leader of the Black Devil Party is already a martial artist, and the people in the inn, except for King Yun and the proprietress, are all high-level warriors.
Zhao Yufan frowned slightly and put his hand on the table, ready to stand up.
At this moment, Meng Wang stood up faster than him, his beautiful eyes fell on him gently, and he smiled gently and gratefully.
Zhao Yufan frowned and looked at King Yun.
Seeing that King Yun's face was calm, he felt a little relieved.
Dream King is the only female among the eleven kings, but her strength can be ranked first.
When Zhao Yufan fought against her, her weird martial arts skills almost killed people invisible.
The battle between the Meng King and the leader of the Black Robe Party was not as intense as expected, but instead very dull.
Their moves are ordinary, but ordinary moves contain extremely terrifying power.
In the end, the two ended the battle in a draw.
King Yun looked at Zhao Yufan and asked slowly: "How was their battle?"
"Boring" Zhao Yufan replied sincerely.
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the Eleventh King changed, and the Meng King even frowned, a little displeased.
However, before anyone could refute, King Yun nodded and said in agreement: "It's really boring."
"Hehe" the landlady suddenly covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "Since it's boring, how about I cheer everyone up?"
King Yun looked at the landlady, then at Zhao Yufan, and said enthusiastically: "Okay."
Hearing King Yun's promise, the landlady laughed so hard that her delicate body trembled, "Hee hee, Brother Zhao, let's make a few gestures."
Hearing this, the eyes of everyone in the inn lit up and they all looked at Zhao Yufan.
Just now he laughed at Wu Jun's battle as boring.
Now he is fighting Wu Jun's master.
If he loses, he will lose his face.
Zhao Yufan originally didn't want to fight for no reason, but King Yun seemed to want him to step in, so he stopped trying to shirk, "Okay, let's stop here."
"My name is Qian Duoduo."
The proprietress said with a smile and took out a weapon from the storage ring.
This weapon is a copper coin, which is as big as a washbasin, has a sharp edge, and has a round hole inside that can be grasped by hand.
Seeing this weapon, everyone's expressions became solemn, even King Yun was slightly surprised.
Maybe no one knows about Qian Duoduo, but many people know about this huge copper coin.
The person who uses the copper coin has a nickname, Ming Niang.
Ming Niang has two kinds of copper coins, one is a big copper coin and the other is a small red copper coin.
When she kills someone, she throws a red copper coin to her opponent in advance, implying that he will die.
It is said that few people who received small red copper coins are still alive.
Qian Duoduo is Ming Niang.
She is over forty years old.
Many people have forgotten her, but many people still remember her copper coins.
The copper coins appeared, and everyone looked at Zhao Yufan with pity and sympathy.
Zhao Yufan may not necessarily be an opponent when fighting an ordinary martial lord, let alone facing the rumored Qian Duoduo
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