Chapter 462 Remember to Bring More Money Next Time

After leaving the restaurant, Song Yan found out that the girl Qi Linger was peeking at him from time to time, and her eyes flashed with curiosity and doubt.

"Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Song Yan took a step forward and looked at her.

Qi Ling'er nodded and asked, "Are you the number one expert in the world?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Qi Ling'er said thoughtfully: "Because he felt that the middle-aged catcher before was so powerful, if he slashed at me, I would never be able to escape, but you used a peanut to cut him The knife bounced off, and then another peanut was used to knock his man out of the restaurant.

My strength is comparable to the top ten masters in the world, and the middle-aged catcher is more powerful than me, and he must be one of the top ten masters in the world, and you are more powerful than him, what is it if you are not number one in the world? You say, did I analyze it right? "

"Fuck!" Song Yan said speechlessly: "Just your three-legged cat skills, don't say the top ten in the world, even if you are in the top 100,000 in the world, you may not be able to rank!"

Qi Linger said unconvinced: "You are talking nonsense, my three masters all said that my martial arts ranks in the top ten in the world!"

Song Yan smiled and said, "You're a stupid girl. Your three masters just said that just to make you happy. Do you know the classification of warriors?" Before she could answer, Song Yan continued: "The world Warriors are divided into fourth-rate, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, etc. Your strength is only third-rate, and you seriously lack actual combat experience. Any third-rate warrior can beat you to the ground, let alone those second-rate first-rate warriors, Defeating you is not like playing, the middle-aged catcher just now is a second-rate master, do you think you can stop him?"

"Ah, I'm actually so weak?" After listening to Song Yan's explanation, Qi Ling'er couldn't help but look frustrated. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "What level of warrior are you? Are you a first-class warrior?"

"It's better than a first-class warrior." Song Yan said.

"Then can I worship you as my teacher?" Qi Ling'er 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 give me 10,000 taels of silver now and I'll accept you as my apprentice!" Song Yan stared at her playfully.

"Can you give it later?"

"No!" Song Yan simply refused, but he changed his words: "If you perform well in the cottage, I may not be able to accept you as a disciple!"

The two talked and walked 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, just after walking out of the city gate, I saw a black-robed man standing with a sword in his arms.

The man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. He was tall and handsome, with a dignified appearance, and he exuded an air of confidence.

Suddenly, the black-robed man raised his eyes and looked at Song Yan: "Shen Shaoyan, do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, as long as you don't block the road!" Song Yan pouted, in fact, he had already guessed the identity of the black-robed man, Du Heng, the commander of Ningwu City.

Hearing this, Du Heng couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said solemnly, "It's very kind of me not to come to the Black Wind Mountains to find trouble with you thieves, but you dare to go to the county town to make trouble because you don't think your life is long enough. Is it?"

"Good dog won't stand in the way, you'd better get out of the way, otherwise, the young master will beat you all over the floor to find your teeth!" Song Yan waved his fist and said.

"Sure enough!" Du Heng raised his eyebrows again: "However, you are not qualified to be arrogant in front of me as a second-rate warrior."

"Who said that the young master is a second-rate martial artist?" Song Yan rolled his eyes, his eyes a bit playful.

"Isn't it?" Du Heng asked back.

Song Yan said with a weird smile: "Hehe, in fact, the young master is a congenital expert, if you are acquainted, you should run away quickly, otherwise, the young master will really hit you!"

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

As soon as the words fell, Du Heng lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew into the air, the long sword in his hand pointed at Song Yan, and the scabbard suddenly shot out, heading straight for him.

"Wait, my lord hates you littering people the most!" Song Yan reached out and grabbed the scabbard, which seemed to be powerful, and was caught in his hand.

"Sure enough, I have a bit of ability, and I can actually use 30% of my strength to strike!" Du Heng said involuntarily, when the long sword in his hand shook, a few beautiful sword flowers suddenly flashed under the sword, and then he went straight to Song Yan. Come.

"If you don't pretend, you will die!"

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

"How dare you break my scabbard and court death!"

Seeing this, Du Heng couldn't help but be very angry, but at the next moment, he found that the few scabbards that Song Yan seemed to have thrown at random broke into the air, and there was a faint whistling sound.

Immediately, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly waved the long sword in his hand and picked it out.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

With the sound of a series of clashes between gold and iron, Du Heng reluctantly lifted a few scabbards away, but the strength contained in the scabbard made his arm holding the sword numb. When he was exhausted, he fell to the ground from midair. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel astonished. Could it be that this bandit leader is really a congenital master.

At this moment, a flower flashed before his eyes, and then a fist enlarged infinitely in his eyes.

"boom!"

An old fist hit his nose heavily, and suddenly, a strong pain hit, and at the same time, his tears flowed out.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to fight so hard, that one punch made you cry."

Song Yan has returned to the original place, and said with a playful expression.

"Bastard! I killed you!"

Hearing Song Yan's ridicule, Du Heng couldn't help but burn with anger and killed Song Yan with his long sword in hand.

But at this moment, a figure flashed by, and with a bang, Du Heng felt a fist land on his face again.

Then, figures kept flashing in front of his eyes, and his face was constantly being hit by a fist. After dozens of punches, his cheeks were already swollen, and the blood from his nose kept flowing. Get up embarrassed to the extreme.

"Tsk tsk, where did the pig head come from?"

Looking at his masterpiece, Song Yan laughed and teased.

Du Heng raised the long sword in his hand, but in the end he did not continue to attack Song Yan, because he knew that the opponent was much stronger than him, and if the opponent wanted to kill him, he would have already died many times.

"Today's humiliation must be repaid in the next day!" Du Heng tried his best to open his eyes that were almost narrowed to a slit and stared at him, and then he spread out his movements and ran towards the city.

But the figure flashed, and Song Yan blocked his way.

"What do you want to do?" Du Heng asked in a stern manner.

Song Yan sneered: "You're stupid, the young master is a bandit, of course it's a robbery! Hurry up, take off your valuables, as well as your clothes and pants!"

Du Heng was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "I am the commander, you dare to rob me?"

Song Yan said proudly: "My lord is determined to take over the world, what is it to rob you of a commander? Don't beep, just do as I say, otherwise, don't blame Xiaoye for hitting you again!"

"I can give you the money on my body, but not the clothes and pants!"

"Grass, this is a robbery, I'm not discussing it with you, so take it off quickly, if it's your turn to do it yourself, I won't even give you your underwear!"

In the end, Du Heng still did not resist Song Yan's lewdness, he obediently took out the money from his body, took off his clothes and trousers, and handed it to him.

"Fuck off! Remember to bring more money with you next time!" Song Yan waved his hand impatiently.