Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

After he finished speaking, he looked around the room, his voice booming so loudly that the roof tiles rustled and dust fell.

"But as for calling me the Old Man of Fiery Flames, I know that people actually call me the Old Demon of Fiery Flames!"

Let's be frank, every single one of you here, ninety-nine percent of you, are here for that golden palace and sand ruins, right?

I'm not short of money; I've seen plenty of gold and silver mountains!

It's the secret manual left behind by Zen Master Shule!

He patted his chest with his large, fan-like hand.

"Once we enter the desert, we may travel the same route, but let me make this clear: anyone I don't respect is not qualified to follow me!"

If you know what's good for you, weigh your own strength and if you think you can't withstand even one move from me, get out of here right now!

I'm going to eat!

After I finish eating, my temper flares up, and I might just kill someone!

If you don't hold back when things get serious and end up killing or crippling someone, don't blame me for not warning you!

Having said that, he shouted to the waiter as if no one else was around, "Waiter, cut five catties of cooked beef and two jars of the strongest liquor, quick!"

The waiter dared not neglect his duties and obeyed them with trepidation.

The old man with the raging fire glanced around and went straight to Li Fu's table, where there was only enough space.

He plopped down opposite Li Fu, his heavy bundle slamming onto the table with a thud, making the cups and plates bounce around.

He glared at me with eyes as big as saucers and asked, "Kid, do you have a problem with me eating here?"

After listening to the woman in green, Li Fu had a good impression of her, especially admiring her tendency to bully the wicked. He calmly said, "Please sit down."

"Great, that's awesome!"

Without wasting words, the old man with the raging fire grabbed the beef and wine jar that the waiter had brought out and immediately began to devour them like a whirlwind.

He ate with great gusto, swallowing meat and wine with the gusto of a whale sucking up water, making satisfied smacking sounds.

While he was enjoying his meal, many others were trembling with fear and sweating profusely.

Among Wang Zheliu's group of retainers, some had already quietly moved to Wang Zheliu's side, said something as if to say goodbye, and then slipped out of the inn without looking back.

No amount of money or salary can compare to the importance of one's life.

In the blink of an eye, only the three still-shaken Tiger Claw Four Tigers remained by Wang Zheliu's side, his entourage greatly diminished.

Wang Zheliu's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and he fanned himself rapidly with his folding fan, not uttering a word, clearly extremely frustrated.

The old man with the fiery temper ate very quickly, finishing off the wine and meat in no time.

He wiped his mouth, patted his bulging belly, and stood up, his voice booming like thunder: "I'm full, time to stretch my muscles!"

His fierce eyes first pierced the group of江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes) gathered at the table. "Let's start with you few!"

Those wealthy guests didn't recognize the Old Man of Fiery Flames; they only felt that he was incredibly domineering.

One of them, enraged, slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly: "So what if we're going into the desert to find the Golden Tower and Sand Ruins? Is that any of your business?!"

"Not bad!" the Fiery Old Man chuckled. "If you can withstand one of my attacks, you'll be allowed to stay!"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a rough porcelain dish from the table that had just been eaten from and still had some oily soup stains on it, and stuck out his tongue to lick the remaining soup off the edge of the dish.

Before anyone could understand what was happening, he suddenly flicked his wrist!

Whoosh-!

The dish transformed into a blurry white shadow, shooting towards the wealthy guests at the table like lightning!

The group of wealthy men felt a gust of wind sweep over their heads, and their scalps suddenly felt cold. They instinctively reached out and touched their scalps, only to find that their scalps were cold, and their blood felt cold as well.

—The place I got my hands on was completely bare!

Their headscarves, along with their hair, were shaved off completely in an instant by the spinning plate!

The men instantly turned pale, and cold sweat poured down their backs!

The unsharpened edge of the plate became so sharp in this person's hands!

If this plate had been cut any further down, they would probably be headless ghosts by now!

The dish traced an arc in the air before landing steadily on the table in front of the old man with a soft thud, spinning around.

"roll!"

The old man with the raging fire let out a low shout.

Those martial arts heroes were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay a moment longer. They scrambled out of the inn without looking back.

The Fiery Old Man laughed wildly three times, looking up at the sky: "Hahaha!"

The laughter shook the roof beams, sending dust flying down in a flurry.

Everyone was shocked. This martial art, which uses internal force to control objects, shave heads from a distance, and control the flow of energy at will, has reached a state of perfection in its power control. It is simply unbelievable!

Before his laughter had even faded, his lightning-fast gaze suddenly locked onto another table.

They were four silent men with white cloth wrapped around their heads, curved knives at their waists, and their attire suggested they were swordsmen from the Sichuan region.

The four Sichuan swordsmen felt uneasy under their gaze and quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be focused on drinking.

"Playing dumb?" the Fiery Elder sneered. "Useless. You can't avoid it. You'll still have to take my hit!"

The dish on the table, which had just been shaved, shot out again like an arrow!

This time it was faster and more powerful!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The four Sichuan swordsmen reacted extremely quickly, drawing their swords instantly. Their four gleaming curved blades wove together a net of blades as they joined forces to meet the flying disc!

Ding ding ding.

A dense, rain-like clashing of metal!

The dish spun rapidly in the knife net, and the immense force it contained caused all four of them to stagger back two or three steps, their arms feeling sore and numb!

At the same time, with a loud crack, the dish, unable to withstand the immense force, shattered.

Countless sharp fragments scattered like hidden weapons, hissing and tearing the clothes of the four people to shreds, even cutting their skin and drawing blood!

But all four were tough men; they clenched their teeth and didn't utter a sound, their hands holding the knives remaining steady.

A hint of approval flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Yes, I've heard that you people from Sichuan, in your gratitude for Zhuge Liang's kindness, have gradually made it a custom to wrap your heads in white cloth to express your grief after his death."

Okay, although your skills are still a bit lacking, I like your toughness!

The plate is broken, so you've taken one hit. Stay here!

The four Sichuan swordsmen breathed a sigh of relief, silently clasped their hands in a salute, sheathed their swords, sat down, and tended to their wounds.

The old man with the raging fire shifted his gaze and finally landed on the two cousins ​​with outstanding temperament. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped them.

At this moment, the woman in green, Gong Xiaoshang, turned her head slightly and continued to introduce her cousin in a very low voice.

"Cousin, those four Sichuan swordsmen are notorious outlaws in the Sichuan area, known as the Skinning Four Thieves."

The people of Sichuan are known for their fierce and ruthless nature, and these four men, each wielding a curved knife, were particularly cunning and vicious, specializing in ambushing and robbing people in dangerous places.

However, it is said that they have a rule: they only seek wealth and do not easily take lives…

Although her voice was soft, the Fiery Elder's internal energy was so profound that he could hear it clearly.

He grinned at the couple, his red beard twitching: "Hehe, little girl, you're quite interesting. You know a lot about the ways of the martial world."

The old man with the raging fire changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat confident, "However... I have a rough idea of ​​where you two come from."

His gaze fell on the handsome young man. "You must be Zhu Tongzhou, the young master of the Seven Star Linked Fortresses in Jiangnan?"

"The Seven-Star Linked Docks of Jiangnan?!"

These seven words moved everyone in the inn.

Besides Li Fu,

Because he still didn't know what the Seven Star Linked Docks were.

However, it seems that this is a formidable force in the martial arts world.