My street stall reaches all worlds

Han Cheng didn't know what to say.

Thinking that if he wanted to compete with others, it would be a bit inappropriate, so he went back to the hotel room with the middle-aged man.

When we got to the room, the middle-aged man was still chattering, most of which were praises for Han Cheng, but he didn't expect that he was just a random guest, but he was so powerful.

He gave a thumbs up in front of Han Cheng, and said to Han Cheng: "You were so powerful just now, let me tell you, you are exactly the same as those heroes who are brave enough to stand up for justice in the book, knocking down the big man with one punch The land, if I guessed, was so frightened that it hid.

There is also that young master, who is a sissy, but because he has a good knife, he actually looks down on us Chinese people everywhere, it is too hateful, you must find a chance next time, and teach him a good lesson Let him know how great you are. "

Han Cheng smiled and didn't respond to what the man said. After all, he was not a combative person. If he had the chance, he might go to the young master to discuss it.

Han Cheng's body was exhausted from the exhaustion of traveling and traveling these past few days, and he soon fell asleep and fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, the small town suddenly started to be noisy again, and Han Cheng was woken up early in the morning by human voices.

He rubbed his eyes and looked out of the window, only to see that the morning sun had come in from the window, making the whole room warm. He casually asked the middle-aged man next to him: What's the matter? , why is it so noisy so early in the morning?

The middle-aged man seemed to have just come back from the outside, and said to them happily: "You don't know, something big happened outside!"

Han Cheng rubbed his temples. If the middle-aged man's voice was so loud, he was indeed a bit noisy. He had no interest in the excitement, but seeing the longing eyes of the middle-aged man, Han Cheng reluctantly followed his path. Mind, asked a question.

"What happened outside, why is it so lively?"

The man immediately smiled, and danced to Han Cheng and replied: "You don't know, the group of people outside are too much. After hearing that a batch of treasures were unearthed, the young master took his treasured sword and went to Shiyan one by one. They were rich and powerful and bought all those cultural relics, and the unearthed weapons were basically chopped into two pieces by me, that scene is really a pity, the director of the cultural relics bureau came, and his heart was bleeding."

Han Cheng frowned, he didn't expect that the young master looked polite, but when he did things, he was a little too much.

Cultural relics have been buried in the mound for thousands of years, and it is normal for them to be taken out suddenly at this time, oxidized, and their quality has declined. How could they be so reckless?

Hearing what the man said, Han Cheng also felt a little moved, and was about to go out to have a look. He put on a lot of clothes and came outside.

Sure enough, there were crowds of people outside the hotel, surrounding a table, on which the young master was still experimenting, and the movements were so fast that handfuls of cultural relics were placed in front of him, and he chopped them in half in an instant.

All I saw was the facial features of the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics, all distorted together, looking sad and angry at the same time.

He kept cursing the young master in his heart. Seeing the appearance of the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau, Han Cheng suddenly felt a little pity, so he went up to the young master and asked, "Why did you do such a reckless thing?"

When the young master saw Han Cheng coming, he seemed to be a hero and cherished the hero. He was very kind to Han Cheng, quickly found a chair, let Han Cheng sit next to him, and said to Han Cheng.

"You don't know why I came to China. I have always heard that the weapons made by China are very sharp. Even if the craftsmen of Ben spend their whole lives, they can't catch up with China's weapons, but it doesn't seem to be the case when I come here. thing.

Take a look at these unearthed cultural relics, each of which is more trash than the other. I cut it lightly and broke it into two pieces. I think those legends are just bluffs. In fact, you China doesn’t have any great craftsmen at all. Weapons, then you naturally don't have any good martial arts methods, and those rumors before were all exaggerated on purpose by you. "

The people below were slightly dissatisfied when they heard what the young master said, but after much deliberation, they couldn't come up with any words to refute the young master.

After all, these people don't know any kung fu, so they can only do it in a hurry. They only hope that a peerless master will come and slap this young master in the face.

Han Cheng looked at the young master's smug expression, and felt quite unhappy in his heart. If you want to say that the Chinese kung fu is extensive and profound, although it is said that it has been lost until now, it is definitely not as good as this kung fu.

Seeing that the young master was still tirelessly destroying the unearthed cultural relics, Han Cheng felt a little impatient, and said to the young master: "You have always claimed that your sword is so powerful, why don't we have a competition!"

A strange light suddenly flashed in the young master's eyes. If he had been pursuing the supreme martial art and weapons all his life, since he met the challenger, he would naturally agree.

He said to Han Cheng enthusiastically: "You have to think about it, my knife has been handed down for hundreds of years, and it is invincible. There has never been a knife in this book that can beat my good knife, and you hold it in your hand. It’s just a broken piece of copper, you said it yourself, you picked it up from outside, but it seems that you are quite distressed, if I cut it off, wouldn’t you be sad?”

Han Cheng shook his head, with an inexplicable confidence in his eyes, and said to the young master: "No, because my sword will never be cut off, but you should cherish your sword."

Hearing Han Cheng's provocation, the young master felt even more excited in his heart, as if his blood was on fire, raised his own knife, and said to Han Cheng: "Okay, then let's try it."

Han Cheng began to use the Nine Suns Divine Art. If you say that the Nine Suns Divine Art can naturally form a strong resonance with the Yitian Sword, the Yitian Sword even made a slight sound of the sword. Hearing the sound of the sword, the young master felt Something is wrong.

It should be said that only a very powerful craftsman can create the sound of the sword when forging the sword, but Han Cheng is just broken copper and iron, how could the sound of the sword appear.

The young master picked out his ears, and soon the saber blare disappeared. He pondered for a while, it must be his own illusion just now.

The young master held the knife in both hands, raised it high, and slashed at Han Cheng fiercely. Han Cheng didn't rush, but slowly raised the Yitian sword, and lightly slashed at the young master. waving.