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Those people saw that the man was powerless to counterattack, and all of them raised their swords to stab at the young man. Seeing this, the young man jumped out of the encirclement like a dragonfly touching the water, with his left foot on the chair and his right foot on the table. They then turned around to attack the young man, their swords stabbing forward like poisonous snakes. The young man's right leg hooked up to a bench, and he pushed it with all his might to hit one of them in the chest. The young man bounced off, spitting blood on the tea table.

At this moment, the man on the pillar raised his sword and rushed towards the young man as well. The young man reacted quickly and leaned his body backwards to avoid the man's sword, while his body spun in place for half a circle. The sword in his hand cut across the man's waist, causing blood to ooze out from the wound.

The man wrapped his arms around his wounded face and twitched. He humphed loudly and said, "Let's attack together and kill this little bastard."

Big Beard could not help but pull out his sword, but he did not immediately join in the fight. The woman in white saw the sword that was leaning against the table as she leapt up with one hand to land on the ground in front of the youth. Her movements were extremely fast, and in just a split-second, the swords in the hands of those people fell to the ground with a 'pi pi pi pi' sound. No one had clearly seen how the woman in white had done it. After doing this, the woman in white calmly stood next to the young man and said, "This young man has offended many people, please forgive me. We don't know each other, there's no need to fight to the death here today.

"But you're also hurt, how can you forgive me just because you said so!" The man said in a stern voice, "Now that you've hurt me with that pretty boy's face, you'll have to repay the favor with blood."

"Impudent, boasting." It was obvious that the pretty boy that the man had mentioned had angered the woman in white.

"Why don't you open your eyes and see who we are? Aren't you looking to die?!" One of them snorted, while the others laughed and echoed.

"Why do we need to ask which hole it was that crawled out of!?" The white-clothed youth said with disdain.

"Fei'er, stop talking nonsense." The woman in white looked at the young man, then turned to the bearded man who had yet to speak. "I presume you are the Hongtong Sect's Ape Arm, Tonggong, Tonggong Hero?"

The reason he called He Lintong an ape arm was because He Lintong had an extremely strong left arm. This left arm was as hard as steel and could carry a weight of a thousand pounds. It was also a powerful weapon. He Ling Tong was the eldest senior brother of the Hongtong Sect. Even though he was just a disciple of the Hongtong Sect and had a certain prestige in the martial arts world before Liu Feng took over the sect, he was later defeated by Liu Feng's reputation. He was scolded by the people of the martial arts world.

The bearded man came over with a sword in his hand, looked at the wound, and glared at the young man in white. He then said to the woman in white, "It is indeed my name is He Lintong, we had no enmity with each other, and we can walk on this mountain path together. But, you brat, you hurt my junior brother, so you have to give me an explanation."

"But in the end, it's still this chivalrous hero's fault." The woman in white looked at the injured man and said, "He was the one who started the fight first when he scolded. My nephew has already injured him, whoever doesn't provoke him will eventually do the same. "May I ask if Hero He's words are reasonable?"

When He Lintong heard this, he did not feel the anger that he had expected. He only calmly looked at the twisted face of the man beside him and said, "Then this matter will stop. No one is to judge who."

At this time, the man suddenly became angry, "Senior Brother, why argue with them? Don't tell me our Hong Tong Sect is afraid of them? Why don't we just kill this old man and this young man to our heart's content?" With that, he called for the people beside him to raise their blades.

"Junior apprentice-brother." "Junior Brother!"

"I've long heard that the Hong Tong Sect is tyrannically tyrannical in the martial arts world, slaughtering all innocent people without restraint. In my opinion, it's like a pot of porridge that gets dirty whenever it's dirty. The white-clothed youth crossed his arms in front of his chest and a trace of a strange smile appeared on his face. As he said these words, it was obvious that he was extremely contemptuous of the actions of He Lin Tong. The entire martial arts world was now dissatisfied with the Hong Tong faction, and all the people in the sect were despised by the martial artists. The same was true for He Lintong. No matter how upright and prestigious he was back in the martial arts world, people would look down on him once he entered this disaster. No matter how well he did, the wolf would pretend to show the sheep. No one would accept his kindness.

The man beside him could no longer hold it in. His face was twisted, "If you don't ask this grandpa, I will find out about the sword in my hand."

"I believe this young master has heard of the gossip in the martial arts world. My Hong Tong Sect has a place in the martial arts world and has face, so why would he do such a thing?" The voice came from outside the teahouse. It was soft and delicate, but one could hear the profoundness of the inner strength. Everyone looked outside the teahouse. The rain had stopped long ago, so no one could see what was happening outside. The voice came from a man in red outside the teahouse. The man in red held a folding fan in his hand, his face clearly defined, his brows so dark that they seemed to be naturally matched with his mouth, revealing a murderous intent, a pair of eyes as bright as a vulture's, and an age of about twenty-five. Behind him followed a man of similar age, dressed in the same clothes as the people in the room, holding two horses in his hands.

When the red-clothed man walked in slowly with a face full of smiles, all of their heads slightly lowered. "Sect Leader."

This red clothed man was the head of the Hongtong Sect, Liu Feng. Liu Feng walked in with a smile on her face. She looked at the young man before her and then looked at the woman in white. Then, he said to the lady in white indifferently, "I presume you are the Jade Lady God Sword, Green Lotus Hero. This is the infamous Lothario who loves to mess around, you know, the nephew, Ni Fei? "Nice to meet you." His voice was still very light and slow, but this sound contained a mysterious killing intent, a very heavy killing intent. It was as if no one dared to touch this bowstring, which was ready to explode at any moment.

"I've long heard that the Sect Leader Liu of the Hong Tong Sect is very young and has great martial arts. Now that I've met him today, he truly lives up to his reputation." The woman in white, the Blue Lotus Woman, also cupped her hands and smiled to Liu Feng.

The people behind him didn't say a word, even the man who had just cursed at them didn't dare to say a word. And Liu Feng saw that her sect's people were laughing like different people to her, and the way she looked at them was filled with a strong killing intent, so no one dared to look into his eyes. He looked at the wound on the man's arm, then turned his head with a smile and said, "Perhaps my arrogant people have offended you just now. Please forgive me." "With that, he cupped his hands together and smiled. Within his gentleness was a hint of coldness.