Wang Jin immediately let his hand down, walked to the young man a few steps, and reached out to grab the wine pot

But salted fish is just salted fish, and it is still difficult to turn over. Unexpectedly, the big sword king Jin has had a tragedy.

The young man sneered and easily avoided Wang Jin's hand. The half of the cake in his hand suddenly flew out and hit the man's face. He smashed Wang Jin back a few steps, and said jokingly: "Do you want it so much? Then I'll give you half of the cake?"

Wang Jin grabbed the cake on his face, and the people around him burst into laughter. It turned out that a clear print of the cake appeared on his face.

When Wang Jin heard the laughter, his face turned red and felt that he had been greatly insulted. He pulled out the big knife from his waist with a clang, shouted and rushed towards the young man.

When the young man saw Wang Jin rushing towards him, a look of contempt appeared on his face. When the big sword was about to reach him, he stretched out his right hand without haste and bounced his fingers on the long sword.

Wang Jin's face froze, and the big knife couldn't hold it in a moment, and he flew out a few steps and fell to the ground.

But the young man didn't intend to give up, so he swung the wine pot in his hand and flew towards Wang Jin's face.

With a "bang", just as the wine pot was about to hit the big man, a stone flew over and hit the wine pot, and the wine pot fell to the ground.

"Don't you think the attack is a bit heavy?" At the same time, a voice came.

"Who are you? How dare you care about my other people's business?" The young man looked over, and at the same time, he took out a folding fan from somewhere in his hand, got up and attacked him.

"Do you draw your sword to face each other when you have any disagreement? Then let's learn it." A man who looked like he was wearing a somewhat gorgeous top pulled out the long sword around his waist and blocked the folding fan.

Wang Jin quickly picked up the big knife and ran away, feeling sad: Why do you always hit the iron plate? I was lucky in the past!

The front hall, which was not big, was even more crowded by this fuss. Both of them felt that they could not let go. They went out one after another, and no one among them stood up to stop it. It would be nice to have such a farce to pass the time.

The scene suddenly became lively, and people who had good things even applauded.

Sitting in the room, the cannon heard the movement, opened the window and saw the two fighting outside the door, and they were having fun fighting, but when they saw the cannon, they felt like they were playing with monkeys, their hands and feet were weak, and their speed was like a turtle.

He shook his head at the moment, and it was embarrassing to show off his ugly appearance at such a level.

It seems that the cannon is indeed the case, but it is different in everyone's eyes, and they all shouted.

In the corner where no one noticed, an inconspicuous middle-aged man muttered in a low voice and then moved his hand.

An invisible airflow came out of his hands, and the two people who were still fighting at the same time burst into tears and fell to the ground, red and white spilled all over the floor.

A farce ended, Big Sword King Jin stood in the shadow and stared blankly at the two people who had lost their lives. After a while, I thought to myself: Humph, I'll just say, no one who bullies me Big Sword King Jin will end up!

Suddenly, everyone was in an uproar and pulled out their weapons to be on guard.

"Who?" The ruthless young man sitting under a tree opened his eyes and looked around.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man closed his eyes when he made that blow, but he was so inconspicuous that he could not find him.

When the middle-aged man first started, Da Cannon felt the breath of the wind. He stopped closing the window and looked in the direction of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man also glanced at Da Cannon as if he had some sense, and then closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!