When Wu Yonglin, Du Qingyuan, Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen supported each other and entered the Peach Blossom Inn, Princess Rouge Yun Ziyan had already brewed a pot of good Dianhong Kung Fu tea on a large table in the center of the inn. When the four of them came in, she bowed and made a call to them.

Wu Yonglin and Du Qingyuan sat at the bottom of the square table respectively, Princess Rouge faced the side of the side, Du Wenjun and Duan Suzhen found another table next to them and sat down. At this time, they just left the upper seat empty, making people unable to help but guess what important person is coming to visit.

"Master Du heard that he loved this kind of Dianhong Kung Fu tea the most. I asked my friend for a little. Today, I borrowed flowers and offered Buddha in front of the Taoist Master." When Yun Ziyan found that Du Qingyuan was unmoved by the Dianhong Kung Fu tea pushed in front of him, she poured him half a cup from the teapot and took a sip to show that he did not move any moves in the tea.

"Stinky Taoist priest, today we use tea instead of wine. I wish we can escape from here smoothly, so don't let them down. Come on, better than drink." Wu Yonglin ignored Yun Ziyan's vicious gaze and directly treated her like air. The two of them murmured a pot of tea and drank it up to the sky. When they were about to come, they couldn't help but praise: "Good tea, it's really good tea, but compared to the things that I usually use to spend my time, I prefer to drink big gulp and eat big meat."

"How can we not agree to the request of a dying person? Princess Yun, what do you think?" The fourth guest on the square table finally arrived. Gao Wenshan was dressed in a literati, followed by a team of Dali masters with more than 20 black clothes, black armor, black sword and black bow. Those people had a steady look, full of energy, steady steps, and murderous aura. Even Wu Yonglin knew that these more than 20 people were not ordinary people. Du Qingyuan frowned. It seemed that the man who had just spoken out did have the ability to put down everyone in front of him.

Although his aura was lost, Wu Yonglin would never verbally be short of the other party, and sarcastically said, "Who am I? It turns out that it is the relative of the turtle in Taohuagou that I have picked up the turtle shell. Should I call you a turtle? Or a four-legged beast?"

"Rareless." A black-armored guard closest to Gao Wenshan drew out a sharp sword with a sound, and stabbed Wu Yonglin like lightning, but the target pointed at the arm Wu Yonglin used to hold the knife. Gao Wenshan almost acquiesced to his subordinates' abrupt attack. Wu Yonglin's words just now almost made him extremely angry.

Wu Yonglin might have expected the other party's action, and his body flashed to the side. At the same time, a teacup flew over from Wu Yonglin's back. The black-armored guard did not expect Du Qingyuan on the table to take action at this time. The teacup flew over too fast. When the black-armored guard reacted, the teacup was only a few inches away from him. The black-armored guard's instinctive sword was lifted up and was about to lift the teacup up. After he took action, he suffered a lot.

The teacup contained a cup of boiling tea with Du Qingyuan's mercy. As soon as he made a move, a hot tea rushed towards the Dali guard's face. The black-armored guard's face turned red after being scalded by the boiling water. There was a funny look of a monkey's butt. The man stood there and endured great pain, causing it to be unable to emit, but his eyes showed a faint red light that was about to eat people.

Wu Yonglin sarcastically said to the black armor guard again: "Oh, where did this come from? You, who had bright eyes and white teeth, have a face full of rouge makeup, look like a handsome and elegant rabbit. Come on, let me enjoy you and give you a lot of money."

Gao Wenshan thought it was not good. The black armor guard was not as cunning as himself. After he was scalded by tea, Gao Wenfeng asked him to endure the momentary anger and pushed his anger to the peak. Wu Yonglin was so excited again. The black armor guard's anger erupted like a volcano, and he raised his sword and stabbed him in ignorance.

The mind was in chaos and had already violated the biggest taboo of a warrior. Wu Yonglin pulled out the iron knife behind him with a "force" and "slashed the dragon". The blade went down with the momentum, almost a thousand pounds of force. The position of his sword was just right. When the sword edge of the black armor guard was still a few inches away from Wu Yonglin's body, Wu Yonglin's iron knife had already chopped down directly at the other party's right arm, and then a wailing sound came from the inn.

"Stinky monk, good." Duan Suzhen couldn't help but shouted OK.

"It's embarrassing." Before everyone could react, Gao Wenshan pulled out the sword from his waist, and pierced the throat of the black armor guard twitching on the ground with a "pop". After the sword was gone, the black armor warrior immediately stopped wailing. It can be said that the angle of his sword was simply a shocking glance. The Lingxi sword was so fast that Wu Yonglin was secretly shocked. Why are these people in Dali all masters of sword use? If it were just replaced by Gao Wenshan's sword stabbing, he would probably have lost his life at this moment. The cold sweat suddenly dropped. Wu Yonglin sat in the original seat with tactfulness.

Du Qingyuan whispered in Wu Yonglin's ear: "This person is called Gao Wenshan, and he is the best swordsman among the younger generation. He has mastered Diancang, Huashan, and Wudang."

The long list of names Du Qingyuan pronounced had already made Wu Yonglin almost suffocate, and the other party's master was almost intensified.

"Gao Wenshan, I want to compete with you. Do you dare to compete with me?" After Wu Yonglin roared this domineering sentence, Du Qingyuan, Du Suzhen, and Du Wenjun were so surprised that they could not speak at all. Now even Du Qingyuan, who was not seriously injured, was not sure that he would defeat the other party, let alone Wu Yonglin, who was still bleeding from the wound.

"No." Du Qingyuan couldn't help but shout.

"Are you sure you really want to compete with me? Are you sure you already know who I am?" Gao Wenshan stared at Wu Yonglin in confusion, a guy who automatically gave up his life. This was the first time Gao Wenshan saw him.

"You don't have three heads and six arms, are I still afraid that you won't be able to do it? Do you don't have the courage to learn about the 'Eighteen-way' sword technique of our Wu family?"

"It's interesting. I've heard of the Yang family's 'Thirty-sixth Routes' and the Sichuan Tangmen's 'Twenty-fourth Route Captain'. This is the first time I've heard of the Wu family's 'Eighteenth Route' swordsmanship. Then I'll ask you for some tips."

"Slowly, look at me still carrying injuries. Give me half an hour to stop the bleeding." Wu Yonglin shouted to Gao Wenshan with a thick face: "I don't think you want to win, do you have any good knife wound medicine? Borrow it for a messenger."

Gao Wenshan was stunned for a few seconds at first, then smiled and threw a white porcelain bottle for Wu Yonglin, reminding him: "If you are not afraid of death, use it."
Chapter completed!