Vol 6 Chapter 593: Mysterious master

At this time, the lady boss laughed, her face that was otherwise ordinary and ugly, she actually showed some moving flattery.

"Okay, really good swordsmanship." She moved a chair in the bamboo shed and said, "Please sit down and eat noodles."

The man in Tsing Yi sat down in silence, and a bowl of steaming noodles was quickly delivered.

There are no cabbage, shredded pork, hoof flowers, or even noodles in the noodle bowl, only a pearl about the size of longan.

Looking at this pearl, Lu Yang and Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but change their faces. They naturally know the goods, this pearl is absolutely valuable!

It is not necessarily a good thing to see such a thing.

They threw the cash on the table and left.

The noodle stall owner and the Tsing Yi people still ignored them and let them leave.

This is indeed too strange. After walking out of their line of sight, Lu Yang and Chu Liuxiang looked at each other, and then they swept up to a roof ridge.

Here you can hide your figure well, and you can stare at the noodle stall, and you can see everything that happened in front of the noodle stall.

But the people at the noodle stall didn't even know that someone was watching them secretly.

That's how Lu Yang and Chu Liuxiang are. Whenever they encounter something curious, they have to find something out of the question.

This humble noodle stall in this back alley actually sells this kind of noodles, and there are really few people who have the ability to eat this kind of noodles.

But this person is not the only one. Tonight is destined to be an unusual night.

The man in Tsing Yi just sat down and the second one came.

The second person is a young man who seems to be very orderly. He also wants to eat three bowls of noodles. He also wants "a bowl of golden flowers, a bowl of silver flowers, and a bowl of pearl flowers."

The owner of the noodle stall actually wants to test whether he has the ability to eat it, and he does.

Although this young man's swordsmanship is the same as his own, it is absolutely quick, accurate and effective.

Moreover, his sword style is continuous, with a single sword, there must be a series of three attacks, more can no longer be more, less can never be less.

The sword light flashed, "ding, ding, ding" three times, and the boss had been hit by a sword three times in the chest. The regular swordsmanship used by this ruler was actually three times faster than anyone imagined.

Lu Yang let out a long sigh. If this young man's swordsmanship is compared with Zhongyuan Yihong, perhaps it is not inferior.

Why does such a master appear here? Isn't this something strange?

What is he conspiring?

This time, even the boss's face changed, but the boss's wife was happy.

When the young man saw the boss’s smile, his eyes suddenly had a look that he shouldn’t behave like a well-behaved person, and the boss’s smile became more charming.

It seems that she likes young men to see her with this kind of eyes, and to be precise, she likes men to see her with this kind of eyes.

But her smile suddenly froze on her face again, and the young man's eyes were also cold, as if at the same time he felt a forceful chill.

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His sword has been sheathed, and his long, powerful palm is still holding the hilt, turning slowly.

At this moment, he saw a one-armed man with a stature as thin as a bamboo pole but surprisingly broad shoulders standing in the dense rain.

The one-armed man carried a black bamboo pole obliquely behind his back, and lowered a shabby bamboo hat under his eyebrows, revealing only the left half of his eye.

He stared at the young man like a cone, and asked slowly: "Are you under the door of Iron Sword Fangzheng?"

The young man said: "Yes."

The one-armed humane said: "Then come here."

The young man said, "Why should I go there? What did you do in the past?"

The one-armed man laughed, seemingly proud and happy, his white teeth showed up and said, "Come here and let me kill you."

His hat suddenly flew up and flew into the distant darkness, and the dim light shone on the face of the one-armed man.

That face was like the face of a butcher's meat case, with a cross-shaped scar on the right eye, which completely sealed the eye like an iron shackle.

However, this made the cold light in his other eye even sharper, making people feel scared.

The palm of the young man holding the sword was sweating, and he already remembered who this man was.

That is, Lu Yang and Chu Liuxiang looked at each other, and felt a little heavy on their hearts, it was actually him again! Why does he appear here again?

This incident seems to be even more extraordinary!

The one-armed man has stretched out a big, scrawny, raised hand, backhand to draw the dark bamboo pole behind his shoulder.

But the proprietress suddenly swept across the noodles and came in front of him, with a pair of soft arms, like a snake wrapped around his neck.

This gesture is so intimate, she said softly: "You can't move him now, he is also someone I specially found. He is still useful and has an important role. When the matter is finished, you can do whatever you want. It's okay with him, he can't run anyway, can't he." The tone was soft and soft: "I can't run either, can I?"

Such an intimate scene that would definitely make a man jealous, in front of the owner of the noodle stall, it seemed like nothing happened, he saw nothing.

Isn't this too strange? Is the noodle stall owner really a normal man? People who see the situation in front of you will definitely doubt this.

The one-armed man stared at her and suddenly said, "I want to eat noodles, three bowls."

He walked over to a table and didn't even look at the young man again, as if he had regarded this man as a dead person.

At this moment, the noodle stall owner and others saw another person slowly walking into this alley.

This person seems to be taller than the average person, because he is wearing a pair of high-tooth wooden shoes with ancient Tang times and white socks.

Although he was walking in the mud, no mud was splashed on a pair of white socks.

He didn't have a sword or any weapon, but he held a new oil-paper umbrella.

His face was always smiling, and it seemed that he was so close. ..

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