The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

This sword strike came too suddenly.

The man was about to fall onto the blade, but the next second, he subtly exerted force with his feet, and his body tilted slightly.

boom!

The waiter fell to the ground next to the stool, but managed to avoid the blade.

"hiss!"

"Oops! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, sir! My foot slipped!"

The waiter quickly apologized, his face contorted with apology, but his eyes were fixed on the long sword stuck in front of the stool.

Wang Jiuling grabbed his arm and pulled him up, speaking expressionlessly:

"My sword is also slippery, be careful."

Feeling the force coming from his arm, the guy was startled.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

He hurriedly took the tray and left.

Camel Boss and Wang Jiuling exchanged a glance. "Daoist Master..."

Clearly, the leader of the camels could tell that the fellow was deliberately testing him, and his expression turned grim.

At this moment, the monk Kongjian, who had been silent all along, looked at the mad monk in the corner, his brows furrowed with worry.

"Why not strike first?"

Wang Jiuling gave him a deep look and shook his head.

"Master, aren't you supposed to be compassionate? How come you've suddenly developed murderous intent?"

Kong Jian listened, his eyes flickered, somewhat embarrassed, and he nodded without saying anything more.

"Have a meal."

At this moment, the inn became lively again.

At the counter, the shopkeeper watched the returning shop assistant tumble on the ground, and the other shop assistants also gathered around.

"That Taoist priest is not to be trifled with! He exudes a profound aura, sits there with perfect composure, and is clearly a master!"

"And that sword strike... it was too fast!" the rolling dragon whispered.

Rolling Dragon's expression was very serious.

"Shopkeeper, we've run into a tough one. What should we do?"

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes. "Look at their caravan, there isn't a single horse or cart, just camels!"

"What does this mean? They're going to cross Rubber Mountain and head towards the desert!"

"This is the windy season! To go into the desert like this, risking your life, I don't believe you don't have some valuables on you!"

"This is a fat sheep, we can't..."

Just then, the shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, and he stopped talking.

It turned out that Wang Jiuling was heading towards the counter. "Manager."

The innkeeper smiled, rose, and bowed. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Wang Jiuling placed a broken bowl on the counter. "I accidentally broke a bowl."

The shopkeeper glanced at the broken bowl, then waved his hand with a smile. "It's alright, it's alright!"

Wang Jiuling rested his hand on the counter.

"We don't know when this wind will stop. If it blows for ten or eight days, we don't know if we'll be able to stay at the inn in peace."

"I hope nothing goes wrong."

After saying that, Wang Jiuling nodded and turned to leave.

The shopkeepers remained silent, their eyes fixed on the counter, where a handprint, an inch or two deep, stood.

Everyone was utterly shocked.

After a long silence, the shopkeeper spoke, his tone somewhat somber.

"He was wary of the sandstorms outside and didn't want to break off relations, so he threatened us not to have any ulterior motives."

"Shopkeeper... what should we do?"

The shopkeeper took a deep breath and shook his head slightly...

The atmosphere in the inn was very strange.

Subtle glances were fixed on Wang Jiuling and his group at their table.

Clearly, in the eyes of some scheming individuals, they are the biggest easy targets.

"Huh? Wasn't it supposed to be a two-horned sheep? Why wasn't it torn open?"

In the distance, the two merchants who had asked for two horns earlier were shouting loudly.

Wang Jiuling looked in the direction of the sound and saw two waiters bringing them a whole sheep.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, sir! I made a mistake! How about this? I'll give you a discount, and you can slice it yourself?"

Upon hearing that they would ask for less money, the two merchants immediately snorted and waved their hands, dismissing their assistant.

Wang Jiuling looked at the counter with some surprise.

The shopkeeper was also looking this way. He smiled at Wang Jiuling and bowed slightly.

Wang Jiuling nodded and stopped paying attention.

"Master, didn't you say..."

Zhao Xiaoer looked at the sheep over there and was confused, but Wang Jiuling shook his head.

"It's okay, eat quickly, and then we'll go rest."

The eldest brother, Tuo, also instructed Zhao Dachun to throw some food to the mad monk. "Don't give him too much! He can't get full!"

the other side.

The shopkeeper was taken aback, but as the saying goes, "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease."

"Hey! What's going on with you guys?"

"They served them mutton but not us? Don't they know the rules?"

Next to the two merchants, a large table of seven or eight江湖客 (jianghu ke, martial arts practitioners) started shouting.

The leader slammed his fist on the table and stood up, cursing angrily.

The shopkeeper quickly ran over to smooth things over.

"Oh, esteemed guests! I'm so sorry! I'll have them serve you right away!"

But the men didn't appreciate it; they stood up and surrounded the two merchants.

Seeing that something was wrong, the merchant pulled out a dagger, and three men at the next table also stood up and drew their knives.

"What are you doing?!"

But this group of martial arts practitioners also drew their long swords directly.

The merchant's three guards tried to step forward, but were immediately surrounded and knocked to the ground.

Clearly, these martial arts practitioners possess some skill.

"What are you calling us? Don't you know what's first-come, first-served?"

This group of江湖客 (jianghu ke, meaning people from all walks of life) was a mixed bunch, including Han Chinese and Mongolians.

The two merchants were being pushed and shoved, forced to retreat.

And the position they retreated to was in the direction of Wang Jiuling and the others.

boom!

The burly, dark-faced man who was leading the group kicked one of the merchants to the ground. Seeing that things were going badly, another merchant grabbed a dagger and was about to attack the burly man.

The burly, dark-faced man drew his knife to block the attack, but deliberately didn't kill the merchant; instead, he kept forcing him back.

It was gradually approaching the location of Wang Jiuling and his group.

Seeing this, Wang Jiuling sighed helplessly.

The world is too big, and there are too many people. No matter where you go, you'll find fools who can't see the situation clearly and love to be the first to stick their necks out.

I usually dislike taking action, but it seems I've been too merciful...

boom!

The merchant was kicked back to Wang Jiuling's side. A glint flashed in the dark-faced man's eyes, and he stepped forward, seemingly about to swing his knife at the merchant.

The next second, his knife slashed towards Wang Jiuling.

At the same time, the seven or eight martial arts practitioners drew their swords and slashed at the seated group.

They actually wanted to rob us outright.

But Boss Tuo and his team weren't without experience.

"Grab your weapons!"

The camel leader gave a command.

The men immediately pulled out long knives from under the table, stepped on the table, and jumped out.

The two sides started fighting without warning.

Click!

Just as the two wandering swordsmen split and overturned the wooden table, they saw a burly Mongolian man wielding a long sword coming at them.

It was Iron Falcon, who took the lead and was incredibly imposing.

The other burly Mongolians immediately shielded the mad monk behind them; he was a valuable "goods" of their customer.

Iron Falcon, however, easily faced attacks from three or four people and even gained the upper hand.

The others immediately joined in the fray.

A wandering swordsman rushed in front of Kong Jian, but Kong Jian snatched his knife away and grabbed the man's neck, about to kill him and break his neck.

The next second, Kong Jian stopped and kicked the man away.

The eldest brother also used a stick to block the two knives.

The scene quickly descended into chaos, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

As Wang Jiuling's long sword slashed down, Wang Jiuling turned his head to dodge. To the astonishment of the dark-faced man, a fair and slender hand patted his chest.

Bang! Crack!

The sound of bones shattering rang out, and the dark-faced man was sent flying backward.

Blood splattered into the air as the man flew more than ten steps, smashing a table to pieces.

bass!

With his longsword drawn, Wang Jiuling moved swiftly towards the group of martial arts practitioners.

Whoosh whoosh!

Wang Jiuling twirled his long sword and with a "whoosh," sliced ​​open a man's neck.

As blood splattered, the longsword slashed at another person's face.

He's incredibly fast.

Just as Iron Falcon forced a wandering swordsman back, he was shocked to see that the man's neck and half of his face were completely split open, and warm blood immediately sprayed all over his face.

Kongjian's pupils contracted.

This Taoist priest's every move was aimed at killing, and he was extremely ruthless!

In the corner, after the table in front was overturned, a lot of the unfinished noodles, dried meat, and other food fell to the back.

Others were accidentally kicked in the back.

Several burly Mongolian men were on guard, completely unaware that the mad monk behind them was grabbing pieces of dried meat noodles from the ground and stuffing them into his mouth...