"Take these! Is it enough?" The Hu man said roughly and slapped a handful of coins in front of Xilingyue, his beard and hair trembling slightly.

He then patted his strong chest and said to the onlookers around the inn: "We, dignity! It's important! Don't be afraid, let's go!"

This made Xilingyue secretly embarrassed. She complained in her heart that these barbarians were really stubborn donkeys, but she didn't know how to end it.

Logically speaking, these people had paid for their stay in the inn and their meals, and the money to compensate for their losses was more than enough. It was not in line with the morality she insisted on to just drive people away like this.

Yu Shiqi also felt unbearable in his heart. Although he didn't agree with the way these barbarians were meddling in other people's business and not letting others eat mutton, but seeing that they acted as they should, and they were still polite and reasonable in the face of Xilingyue and Yinxue, he felt a lot in his heart.

I also have some respect for them.

The young man from the Golden Sword Wo Yi Sect sheathed his sword with a "swish" sound, and looked at the backs of the three people leaving. His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

"Wait a minute." A woman's clear voice came from the corner.

The onlookers were about to disperse when they suddenly heard someone shouting again, and they immediately became interested again.

Yu Shiqi looked nervously at Teng Yining walking forward, wondering what she was going to do.

The three barbarians who had already reached the door turned around and looked at the woman dressed as a servant but wearing a mask with strange eyes.

"The matter is settled like this. I'm afraid both of you are dissatisfied, so I have an idea." Teng Yining looked at the foreign man and then at the young man at the Golden Knife Gate, and said loudly: "The two of me and I each have our own ideas."

Let's have a fight. If you lose, you will no longer be able to use force in the inn and stay in peace with each other, how about that?"

Yu Shiqi's expression was stunned, but the crowd of onlookers became excited.

"Interesting." The young man from Jindaowoyimen smiled, "Okay, I just want to learn what kind of monsters are in this inn."

Xilingyue curled her lips, glanced at Yu Shiqi sideways and kicked him under the counter.

"Huh?" Yu Shiqi came back to his senses with a puzzled look on his face, wondering what the young shopkeeper's orders were.

"Hey, what? Why don't you go up and fight for your mother?"

"I can't hold the sword." He scratched his head.

"Why did you get it in the Shan'ao camp? How did you get it in the Goddess's Tomb?" Xilingyue squeezed him.

Yu Shiqi was speechless, thinking that even if he wanted to break his oath, he would have to have a strong enough reason, but that was obviously not necessary in the current situation.

"Forget it, I don't have the strength to unlock the secret spell for you right now, so I'll just watch." Xilingyue rested her elbows on the counter and held her little face.

The three barbarians on the other side exchanged a few words with each other. In the end, the leader also accepted Teng Yining's proposal. He came back with the leather sheath scimitar and stood aside.

"Which one of you will come first?" Teng Yining asked.

"Wait a minute, what if we win?" the young man from the Golden Sword Woyi Gate asked aloud.

"If I lose to him but win you, then you have to follow his wishes and at least stop eating mutton here. Otherwise, they have to apologize to you."

"What if..."

As soon as the young man spoke, he was interrupted by Xiling Yue who was standing behind the counter.

She said to everyone: "If you two beat her, this inn will always be open to you for free. Is this lottery feasible?"

"I'm not sure I will never come to Xihuang again in this life, but it doesn't matter, just fight if you can."

The young man grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and stretched it forward, holding the knife horizontally in front of him, and said to Teng Yining: "King Zhongsheng of my Yi Sect in Jiangzhou, please learn from me a great move."

Teng Yining smiled slightly under the mask and cupped his fists at him: "Desolate Sect, Teng Yining."

Wang Zhongsheng was greatly surprised, thinking how could a person from the Desolate Sect work as a waiter in an inn in a barren mountain like Xihuang? However, he did not ask any more questions, and held the scabbard in his right hand, ready to go.

"Senior Teng." Xilingyue grabbed the Weiyin Hanfeng wrapped in front of her and planned to hand the sword to Teng Yining.

"If you use that sword, you will be unable to win." Teng Yining shook his head and asked the crowd of people watching: "Is there anyone who is willing to lend me your favorite sword? I would be very grateful."

"You also use a knife?" Wang Zhongsheng waved his right hand, and someone immediately handed him a lancet from behind.

He took over and handed the knife to Teng Yining: "The famous knife made by Fulong Sword Villa in northern Sichuan, the name of the knife is 'Pilian', and the Baipi I use is made by the same craftsman."

Teng Yining nodded slightly and took a look at the sword. It was indeed a rare sharp blade.

"Please." Wang Zhongsheng took a stance.

"Young people should invite me first." Teng Yining chuckled.

Wang Zhongsheng shouted low, and the Baipi sword drew a flowing light. The move of this sword was exactly the opposite of the one he used when fighting the barbarian man before. It was to remove his armor.

Teng Yining moved his sword horizontally, raised his hand and raised the sword to lift the opponent's sword. The blade rubbed against the blade and slid towards the hilt, and the distance between them quickly shortened.

Yu Shiqi was horrified to see it. This was the first time he saw Teng Yining use a knife, but he didn't know that she had always been a good user with a knife before she became the leader of the Dawn Sect and succeeded Weiyin Hanfeng.

The cross arm blocked Teng Yining's knee strike. Wang Zhongsheng's expression became solemn. He didn't like this kind of super close fight. My Yimen's sword skills were greatly enhanced in this situation.

Difficult to cast.

But Teng Yining seemed to be sure that he couldn't keep the distance. He used his sword quickly and lightly, and his mixed fighting skills overwhelmed him.

After more than ten moves, Wang Zhongsheng became angry. He seized the opportunity of the two swords to attack each other to destroy his true energy. He wanted to push Teng Yining back in one fell swoop so as to regain the space to use his sword skills. However, he did not expect that with one blow

Teng Yining actually flew far away, almost retreating to the other end of the inn, and stopped with his back pressed against the wall.

Wang Zhongsheng was stunned. The woman in front of him, whose sword skills were so exquisite, seemed to have no internal strength at all. This was a bit unimaginable for a martial arts practitioner.

Yu Shiqi knew the reason, and this was what he had always been worried about. Although the strength of the Qi often did not directly determine the outcome, life or death, people like Teng Yining could easily suffer losses in a duel.

Unless she could completely avoid Wang Zhongsheng's opportunity to activate his Qi, this would be difficult because experienced warriors often use Qi without any warning.

Teng Yining adjusted his breathing, pushed his toes against the wall behind him, and flew back to the center. Although Wang Zhongsheng knew that he had the advantage in energy, he was unwilling to rely on this to win. He alternately used forward armor removal and reverse armor removal.

A, after two back and forths, he took a step back and stabbed behind his back with his backhand, concentrating his energy and accumulating strength.

Later, when faced with Teng Yining's attacks from several swords one after another, Wang Zhongsheng just dodged and retreated, and the Baipi sword never struck again.

The onlookers were puzzled by what he meant. They only knew that Wang Zhongsheng wanted to give in, and they all felt a little disappointed.

"Do you know why he didn't draw the knife?" Xilingyue asked Yu Shiqi behind the counter.

"A gentleman's sword is a method of cultivating one's mind." Yu Shiqi replied slowly, "A gentleman keeps the sword in his body and waits for the time to move."

"If you don't scream, it will be a blockbuster." Xilingyue nodded, "Can your senior take this sword?"

Yu Shiqi couldn't tell, and his understanding of Teng Yining's skills was very limited. The previous times he saw her relied on Weiyin Hanfeng to fight.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xilingyue had some idea in her mind, and threw the Weiyin piece on the table to Yinxue. Yinxue stretched out her hand to catch it, staring closely at the two fighting in the field, ready to intervene at any time.

After eleven consecutive attacks, Teng Yining's sword force slowed down slightly. Wang Zhongsheng keenly grasped this opportunity and swung the Baipi sword with astonishing power.

Everyone present felt a heavy pressure coming down, making them almost breathless.

Faced with a sword that cut off mountains and mountains, Teng Yining quickly put the scales back into the scabbard, holding the handle of the sword without moving, observing Wang Zhongsheng while constantly adjusting his steps.

Wang Zhongsheng had a vague premonition when he saw her sheathing the sword, but he could not stop the Bitian move midway. Although the Baipi Dao was still in his hand, he was no longer in control the moment he launched the move.

The sword of my mind gate can open up the sky. If I advance without retreating, I will die and die without regrets. I am the one who can open up changes in the nine states, eight wildernesses, five lakes and four seas.

The bright afterimage left behind by the swing of the knife separated everyone's eyes, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sound of ripples caused by the vibration of metal spread in the air.

The overwhelming pressure that enveloped everyone suddenly dissipated, and the two people fighting in the field stopped, as if time stopped flowing between them.

The crowd of onlookers also stopped, and everyone held their breath and did not dare to blink.

Until the half-broken silver-white blade fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, everyone woke up as if from a dream, and time started to flow again.

Wang Zhongsheng still maintained the posture of bowing and slashing forward with the sword. He lowered his head and stared at the broken sword in his hand in a daze.
Chapter completed!