Chapter 1685

meanwhile.

Yunxiao inn.

When Ruiwen takes Li Hang to the hotel hall, Li Hang immediately recognizes the boy running in the hotel.

Li Haoran ran ran up to the hall and yelled, "I'm going. Is that you? "

"Who are you?" Xu Haoran, dressed as a running boy, blinked and looked at the strange man in front of him.

Just as Li Hang was about to further explain his identity, a very noisy voice came from the hall.

"Where are you going for your last dish? Sophomore, how dare you neglect the people of Qingcheng sect? Do you want to die? "

One of the guests in the hall clapped the table and began to shout at Xu Haoran.

Xu Haoran's face changed. He ran to the front and served food to those people with a smiling face.

"My guest, I'm really sorry. I'll give you a bottle of wine for this table. I'll take it as compensation."

But these people didn't buy Xu Haoran's account at all. They just put Xu Haoran's head on the table and slapped Xu Haoran's face: "boy, you are sending beggars!"

"We Qingcheng sect are greedy for the beer in your shop!"

While saying this, the man patted Xu Haoran on the cheek: "this is to give you a long memory, if you dare to eat at night in the future. I'll cut off your hand, ah, ah

The arrogant young man was only half way through. His hand, which kept beating Xu Haoran's cheek, was suddenly pinched by a big palm, and even cut back to the back.

All of a sudden, his scream sounded in the two halls. At the same time, his brothers who ate with him had already stood up one after another and pulled out their swords.

"Let go of my younger martial brother!"

Li Hang looked at the arrogant young people in front of him with a light face. His hand pressed each other's arm so casually. He said with an indifferent face: "I'd like to see how you Qingcheng sect treat me impolitely?"

"To die!"

At this time, I saw a disciple of Qingcheng sect stabbing Li Hang's chest with a sword.

The sharp sword pointed at Li Hang's throat, and everyone took a breath.

Because from Li Hang's body, we can't feel the cultivation breath of any spiritual master, so we all believe that Li Hang will die.

However, just when the sharp point of the sword was about to pierce Li Hang's throat, Li Hang's two fingers caught each other's stabbing sword so easily.

Then he broke the sword with his fingers. In the twinkling of an eye, Li Hang threw out the broken sword.

"Ah

A shrill scream sounded. The shoulder of the young man who was arrogantly waving a sword at Li Hang was directly stabbed by half of the sword edge. His pale blue shirt, which symbolized the supreme glory of Qingcheng school, was soaked in the red blood.

"Younger martial brother! You dare to hurt my younger martial brother, I'll kill you! "

Li Hang's mouth rose slightly. As the young man stabbed him with his sword, Li Hang directly welcomed his chest.

The young man's eyes suddenly brightened: "good chance, die!"

The next moment, however, the young man was staring at the man who had taken the sword from him.