"boom!"

The black light was too fierce and swept away in a mighty way.

"Bang!"

The purple-clothed warrior who was chasing Ji Er quickly changed his face when he saw this and hurriedly took back the Songshan Divine Sword to protect him in front of his chest.

Even so, after being hit by the surging black light, the body still retreated rapidly toward the back without control.

"Ahem, that's Xu Wang's breath!"

The purple-clothed warrior coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood before removing the powerful impact force, but he was already injured and had an unbelievable look in his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that Xu Wang, who was destroyed in the Taoist heart and his martial arts were destroyed, actually had such cultivation again!"

The complex color on the face of the purple-clothed warrior is getting thicker and thicker.

Three hundred years ago, the purple-clothed warrior was still Senior Xu Wang, but the amazing young man had the ability to challenge the purple-clothed warrior.

If Haotian had not broken his Taoist heart first and then sacked his martial arts, Xu Wang would have probably become a peerless strengthener long ago.

Even so, Xu Wang's current martial arts level is not necessarily worse than that of a purple-clothed warrior, and even more so.

"I really put my heart into this disciple Xu Wang. I am willing to spend my life to store it on the Zhanlu sword and save this son at a critical moment."

The purple-clothed warrior looked at Ji Er and the others who had lost their traces and couldn't help but sigh slightly, but did not continue to pursue.

"Ahem, ah, ah, ah."

After Ji Er escaped far away, he landed from the air, but his face turned red and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"If Zhan Lu hadn't burst out with a powerful sword energy just now, even if I wasn't killed by that sword, I would probably have been seriously injured and dying."

Ji Er looked at Huan Chang with some complexity, but still felt lingering fear.

"It seems that the road ahead is still very long."

...

The guest house is crowded.

At the door, a drunk young man walked in staggeringly, his eyes a little confused.

The young man was unshaven and his hair was a little messy, but he could vaguely see from the other person's face that the young man was quite handsome.

"Waiter, give me ten kilograms of strong liquor."

The young man grabbed the waiter's collar and stuffed a hundred taels of silver notes in it. Then he didn't say anything more and found an empty seat nearby to sit down.

"Hey, boy, there are already people here!"

Unexpectedly, the man at the same table saw the young man sitting directly beside him, and immediately shouted unhappily.

"Hop!"

However, after the young man sat on the stool, he lay directly on the table and began to snore, leaving the strong man to yell without any reaction.

On the contrary, many drinkers, seeing that there seemed to be a good show on this table, looked at it.

"Boy, get out of here!"

The strong man was watched by many drinkers and suddenly felt a sense of vanity. He went forward and pulled the young man's clothes and shouted loudly.

"Hop!"

However, the young man was still snoring and had no intention of waking up at all.

Seeing this, the strong man couldn't help feeling dull, so he immediately pulled the young man hard, trying to pull the young man off the stool directly.

However, the young man seemed to be in a heavy weight. No matter how strong the man used his strength, he still could not pull the young man in the slightest.

"Shh."

"You won't have eaten?"

"No, this guy must have been struggling with the little girl for a long time last night, which made her whole body sore and weak, and she couldn't even pull a drunk!"

"Hahahaha, what brother said is very true!"

The drinkers were happy to watch the fun, and after seeing the strong man being defeated, they all spoke out and ran.

The strong man's face turned red when he heard this, and his blood rushed directly towards his head, and then he waved his fists and smashed it into the young man's face.

"Bang!"

However, the strong man's fist was not yet fallen, and the young man kicked him out and smashed several tables directly, and many drinkers were implicated.

"Ouch!"

The strong man fell to the ground, covered his waist and shouted loudly, with a look of pain on his face.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The drinkers who were on the same table with the strong man and the drinkers who were knocked over the table were furious and glared at the young man.

Many people with hot tempers even rushed up and prepared to beat the young man.

"Bang!"

However, the drunk young man suddenly lifted the stool next to him with his right foot, and then kicked the stool away with one side. The stool rotated several times in the air, and those drunkards who wanted to do the trick were knocked to the ground.

For a moment, people in the restaurant were rushing up, and the wailing sounds of the drinkers were heard.

"Don't beat, don't beat, don't beat!"

The incident happened so quickly that the child had not even had time to react when he saw the restaurant in a mess, and hurried out and said with a slight pleading.

Although he was protected by the government when he opened a restaurant here, when facing the hot-tempered gangsters, the shopkeeper and the waiter dared not offend these people.

If you encounter those gangsters with hot tempers and high martial arts skills, the shopkeeper sometimes can only admit that they are unlucky.

If an innocent drinker is implicated and the injured person cannot afford to pay, the restaurant shopkeeper will also lose money.

Therefore, the restaurant shopkeeper definitely doesn't want to see anyone fighting in the restaurant.

"The one hundred taels of silver bills I just gave should be enough to compensate for the broken things."

"Don't worry, as long as these people don't mess with me, I won't do anything at will. Also, hurry up and bring the wine I want!"

The young man finally raised his head and said to the child.

After saying that, the young man looked coldly and arrogantly at the people who looked resentful. These people who were scandalized by the young man suddenly felt cold all over and did not have the courage to see the young man again.

The originally noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Afterwards, the young man continued to snore on the table, but no one dared to come forward to provoke.

"Gululu!"

A jar of strong wine was poured into his stomach, and the young man's eyes became more and more confused, but there was deep sadness hidden in it.

"Baiyi died, Anyang Jun died, and Song Gong died, too."

The young man whispered in a low voice, tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

This young man is not someone else, but the general of the Song State, Huan Chang, who has now become an extremely decadent drunkard.

When the powerful entered Shangqiu, although they did not directly destroy the Song State, the Song State had become nameless.

As the pillar of the Song State, Song Gong, the white-clothed commander and Anyang Lord, all fell, and there were very few Song Renjun left. Almost all the foundation accumulated by Song State over the years was consumed.

Not only that, even the new law that was about to be fully promoted was abolished. The old nobles who had once caused trouble in the Song State, and many upstarts who were loyal to Song Duke were killed.

Today, the Song State is only succeeded by Song Gong's son who is less than sixteen years old, but he can only be a puppet at the mercy of others.

If the major sects of the Song Kingdom were not afraid of those peerless powerful people, the Song Kingdom would have really destroyed the country.

Whenever Huan Chang thinks of what happens, he feels no pain in his heart.

"Waiter, give me a table of dishes and a pot of wine."

Just as Huan Chang was in grief and recalled, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw a man wearing a bronze mask walking in from outside.

"Left Qingcheng!"
Chapter completed!