After leaving the restaurant, Song Ye found that Qi Linger peeked at him from time to time, his eyes flashing with curiosity and doubt.

"Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Song Yan paused and looked at her.

Qi Linger nodded and asked, "Are you the best in the world?"

"Why do you ask?"

Qi Linger thoughtfully: "Because he felt that the middle-aged catcher was so good before. If his knife was directed at me, I can't avoid it, but you use a peanut to take his The knife flew, and then rammed his man outside the restaurant with another peanut meter.

My strength is comparable to the top ten masters in the world, and that middle-aged catcher is better than me. It must be one of the top ten masters in the world, and you are better than him. What is not the first in the world? You say, am I right? "

"Fart!" Song Yan said silently: "Just your three-legged cat effort, don't say the top ten in the world, even if the top 100,000 in the world, you may not be able to get in!"

Qi Linger was not convinced: "You bullshit, my three masters all said that my martial arts ranks in the top ten in the world!"

Song Yan smiled: "You are just a silly girl. Your three masters just made you happy. Do you know the division of warriors?" Without waiting for her answer, Song Yan continued: "The world Warriors are divided into fourth-rate, third-rate, second-rate, and first-class. Your strength is only third-rate, and there is a serious lack of actual combat experience. Any third-rate warrior can fight you full of teeth, let alone those second-rate first-rate warriors. It ’s not like playing to defeat you. The middle-aged catcher just now is a second-rate master. Do you think you can stop him?

"Ah, I'm so weak?" After listening to Song Yan's explanation, Qi Linger couldn't help looking down, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "What level of warrior are you? Is it a first-rate warrior?"

"It's better than the first-class martial arts." Song Yan said.

"Can I worship you as a teacher?" Qi Linger said expectantly.

"It depends on your performance!"

Seeing that Song Yan did not agree directly, she quickly said, "I can give you a lot of money, but my father has a lot of money!"

"Okay, then you give me $ 12,000 in cash now and I will accept you as an apprentice!" Song Yan stared at her playfully.

"Can you give it later?"

"No!" Song Yan refused, but he turned sharply: "If you perform well in the cottage, I may not be able to accept you as an apprentice!"

The two were talking and went all the way out of the city.

The purpose of coming to Ningwu City has been achieved, and it is time to return to the cottage.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the city gate, he saw a man in a black robe holding a sword.

The man, about 27 or eighteen years old, was born tall and brave, with a handsome appearance, exuding an air of confidence.

Suddenly, the man in the black robe looked up at Song Yong: "Shen Shaoyou, do you know who I am?"

"I care who you are, as long as you don't block the road!" Song Yan said with a sip, but in fact he had already guessed the identity of the man in the black robe, Du Heng, the captain of Ningwu City.

Hearing that, Du Heng raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I don't come to the Black Wind Mountains to find your thieves. The trouble is already very gracious. You dare to run into the county to make troubles, and you don't live long enough What? "

"Good dogs don't stand in the way, you better get out of the way, otherwise, Xiao Ye will beat you all over to find your teeth!" Song Yan said with a fist.

"It's really arrogant!" Du Heng raised his eyebrows again. "However, you are a second-rate martial artist who is not yet arrogant before me."

"Who says Xiao Ye is a second-rate martial artist?" Song Yan rolled his eyes, his eyes with a bit of drama.

"Isn't it?" Du Heng asked.

Song Yan smiled strangely: "Hey, in fact, the little master is a congenital master, and the acquaintances quickly run away, otherwise, the little master really wants to hit you!"

"Hum, bluff, let me try your martial arts!"

As soon as the voice fell, Du Heng stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew up in the air. The long sword in his hand pointed at Song Yi, and the scabbard suddenly blasted out and went straight to him.

"Wipe, I hate you for throwing garbage like this!" Song Yong drank and scolded him, grabbed it with his hand, and the scabbard, seemingly powerful, was caught by him.

"Sure enough, I can use my 30% strength to hit me!" Du Heng saw this, and he couldn't help but say, the sword trembled in his hands, a few beautiful sword flowers flashed under the sword, and then went straight to Song Yan Come.

"Don't pretend to die!"

Song Yan sneered, and folded Du Heng's scabbard into several pieces, then threw it towards him.

"You dared to break my scabbard and try to die!"

Seeing this, Du Heng couldn't help getting angry, but at the next moment, he found that the several scabbards that Song Kun seemed to throw at hand were broken and there were some whistling sounds.

Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly waved out the sword in his hand.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

With a series of clashes with gold and iron, Du Heng reluctantly tossed off several scabbards, but the force contained in the scabbard shook his arm holding the sword from numbness. At the same time, the strength in his body was also Exhausted, he fell to the ground from mid-air. For a moment, he couldn't help but be shocked. Could this bandit leader really be a congenital master?

Just then, a flower bloomed before his eyes, and then a fist magnified infinitely in his eyes.

"boom!"

An old punch hit him on the nose, and suddenly a strong pain hit him, and at the same time, his tears flowed along.

"Well, I can't think you can't help but beat me, but you're beaten with a punch."

Song Zheng has returned to his place, and said with a sad expression.

"Asshole! I killed you!"

Hearing Song Ye's ridicule, Du Heng couldn't help burning in anger, and killed Song Ye by holding a sword.

But at this moment, the figure flashed and the sound of bang, Du Heng felt a fist fell on his face again.

Then, the figure kept flashing in front of his eyes, and his face was constantly bombarded with a fist. After dozens of punches, his cheeks had swelled up, and the blood in his nose continued to shed. Get upset to the extreme.

"Well, where's the pig?"

Looking at his masterpiece, Song Yong laughed and teased.

Du Heng raised the sword in his hands, and eventually did not continue to attack Song Yong, because he knew that the opponent was much stronger than him. If the opponent wanted to kill him, he had died many times.

"Today's shame, the next day will definitely be repaid!" Du Heng tried to open his eyes that were about to be cut into a slit and stared at him fiercely, then he started to run towards the city.

But when the figure flashed, Song Ye blocked his way.

"What do you want to do?" Du Heng said with a bit of shyness.

Song Yan smiled: "You're stupid, Xiao Ye is a bandit robber, of course it is a robbery! Hurry up, take me off your valuables and clothes and pants!"

Du Heng hesitated, and then angrily said, "I am Captain Dou, dare you grab me?"

Song Yong proudly said: "But the little master is determined to grab the whole world, what is it to steal a captain, don't beep, and do as I say, otherwise, don't blame the little master to hit you again!"

"I can give you the silver money, but I can't give you clothes and pants!"

"Grass, my dear is robbery, not to discuss it with you, hurry off. If it is his turn to take care of himself, even underwear will not be left for you!"

In the end, Du Heng still did not reach Song Yan's obscene power, obediently took out the silver money on his body, and took off his clothes and pants to him.

"Get out of here! Remember to bring some more money with you next time!" Song Yong waved his hand impatiently.

[Author off topic]: Thanks [zhouhongm] for the great reward

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