Demon World: I become a martial saint with the system!

Lu Shaolin gave him a cold look, and the fat-faced man immediately looked away.

Not long after, the male shopkeeper and the female shopkeeper served the three tables together.

When the female shopkeeper passed by the table of those wretched men, one of them slapped her buttocks with a "slap".

"what!"

The female shopkeeper let out a low cry, and turned to look at the man, her face was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't dare to show any anger.

"Guest officer, guest officer, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

The male shopkeeper hurried over, bowed his hands and begged.

"Hahahaha!"

All the men laughed, not paying attention to the male shopkeeper at all.

Lu Shaolin frowned slightly, and continued eating the stewed beef in silence.

"Don't make trouble, eat well!"

The fat-faced man glanced at Lu Shaolin, and said in a low voice.

Hearing what the fat-faced man said, the men stopped laughing and started eating and drinking.

The male shopkeeper quickly helped the female shopkeeper to the back of the tea stall.

Lu Shaolin ate and drank heavily, and soon finished his meal. He called the male shopkeeper to ask for a pot of tea, and drank slowly.

The dozen or so men also ate very quickly, and the wine was dry bowl by bowl, and they finished eating in a short while, and several of them obviously drank too much.

As soon as the fat-faced man paid the money, he shouted, and a dozen men got up and walked outside.

One of the men who drank too much was the hooligan. He made great moves. When passing by Lu Shaolin's table, he flicked his waist knife, and the blade smashed into the ashes urn inside the black cloth on the table.

Lu Shaolin reached out with his left hand and grabbed the waist knife.

The man felt that he was being caught with a knife at his waist. He turned his head and said with a drunken eye, "What? You want Lao Tzu's knife?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "snap", and the man was slapped by Lu Shaolin and flew out. He fell to the ground outside the tea shed with a "bang", and opened his mouth to spit out seven or eight bloody teeth.

The sound of "Qing, Qiang, Qiang" was heard instantly, and the other men pulled out the long knives on their waists one after another.

Lu Shaolin looked at him coldly, tied the urn behind his back in a calm manner, and lifted the black iron gun beside the table.

"What are you doing? Put away the knives for me!"

The fat-faced man who had already mounted the horse quickly jumped off the horse and shouted loudly.

Hearing his order, the men reluctantly put away their knives.

"My friend, I don't know how my subordinates offended you?"

The fat-faced man cupped his hands.

"Just ask the people around him."

Lu Shaolin said lightly.

The fat-faced man began to ask the people who were around him just now.

After asking the reason, he cupped his hands to Lu Shaolin and said, "Since it was his fault, he asked for it."

After speaking, he waved his hand and led his subordinates to ride away.

The male shopkeeper and the female shopkeeper, who had already been hiding behind the table, stared wide-eyed, not understanding why the other party behaved like this.

Lu Shaolin smiled, the eyes of these old fritters are really poisonous!

Then he stood up and planned to leave.

"Guest officer, wait, I haven't found your money yet!"

The male shopkeeper hurried to catch up and said.

"No need, the rest is for you."

Lu Shaolin waved his hand without looking back.

He came to the side of the horse, got on the horse, shook the reins, and continued on his way.

Lu Shaolin was not in a hurry, and let the horse trot slowly, while he casually watched the surrounding scenery.

After running for half an hour, a sneer came from the corner in front: "Shopkeeper Lin, do you still want to run? You even ran to the neighboring county. If you honestly hand over your things, I can let you go."

"Chen Kun, don't even think about it. The thousand-year-old blood ginseng passed down from our Lin family's ancestors is worth tens of thousands of gold. You actually want to buy it for a hundred taels of silver. You are robbing it!"

An old man's voice sounded.

"In that case, don't blame me, Chen Kun, for being cruel!"

Chen Kun's voice was grim.

"Lu Shaolin, it's a thousand-year-old blood ginseng! Hurry up and grab it! It's no worse than a thousand-year-old stone milk!"

The white turtle said anxiously.

Hearing that it was no worse than a thousand-year-old stone milk, Lu Shaolin immediately became interested, and rushed out of the corner with his horse's belly.

After rushing out of the corner, I saw a dozen men surrounding a carriage, and a white-haired old man stood beside the carriage.

The old man gestured excitedly with a knife, and the dozen or so men were obviously the ones Lu Shaolin had met in the tea shed before.

The fat-faced man in the lead also recognized Lu Shaolin, cupped his hands and said, "Friend, the road is open to the sky, each side goes!"

"Don't listen to him! Lu Shaolin, thousand-year-old blood ginseng is not so easy to get, if you miss it, you will lose it!"

The white turtle stretched its neck, leaned close to Lu Shaolin's ear and said urgently.

"This strong man, as long as you can save us, I am willing to give you a thousand taels of silver!"

The old man hastily shouted.

"Old man, I will offer you 5000 taels of silver, plus saving your lives, in exchange for your thousand-year-old blood ginseng. If you want, I will do it."

Lu Shaolin said to the old man.

The old man gritted his teeth fiercely and said loudly: "Okay!"

"My friend, it seems that you have to get involved!"

Chen Kun, a fat-faced man, looked livid.

"Go on your own! Otherwise, if I do it, you won't be able to leave!"

Lu Shaolin said with a smile.

"It's a joke! I didn't want to cause trouble, but you really think that I, Chen Kun, are afraid of you! Come on!"

Chen Kun sneered, stretched out his hand and waved, seven or eight men pulled out their waist knives and rushed towards them with grim smiles.

Lu Shaolin grinned, clamped the horse's belly, and charged forward with one stroke of the spear.

The two sides approached at a high speed, and at the moment of contact, Lu Shaolin swept away with his spear.

"Bang bang bang!", the three men in front vomited blood wildly, their tendons were broken and their bones were broken, and they flew out in a circle.

With another sweep, the four men behind also flew out.

With Lu Shaolin's current strength of 62 jin, plus the weight of [-] jin of the black iron gun, even an elephant would have to kneel after being shot!

Chen Kun from behind was stunned. He had already seen that Lu Shaolin was a master, but he didn't expect to be so good that seven or eight masters would be killed in an instant.

"Give it to me!"

Chen Kun yelled again.

The remaining seven men behind them gritted their teeth, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed towards Lu Shaolin with red eyes.

With a flick of Lu Shaolin's spear, the spear swung its tail like a giant dragon, and swept across twice, finishing off the seven men.

Looking up, Chen Kun, a fat-faced man, had escaped more than 50 meters on his horse.

Lu Shaolin kicked the horse's belly and chased after him.

The spear was switched to the left hand, and the right hand reached out to the shoulder, drawing out a javelin.

Pulling the arm back, aiming at Chen Kun's back, with a sudden explosion, the javelin flew out instantly with a "whoosh" sound!

With a "poof", the javelin penetrated Chen Kun's body, and Chen Kun shook and fell off the horse.

Lu Shaolin rode his horse and rushed to his side, looking down at him.

"Help... help... me..."

Chen Kun vomited blood and stretched out his hand towards Lu Shaolin. Just as he finished speaking, his head tilted and he died.

Lu Shaolin shook his head, retrieved the javelin on horseback, and began to touch the corpses one by one.

This time I was unlucky, I didn't get the cheat book, but I got more than 500 taels of silver, most of which were found on Chen Kun.

After throwing all the corpses into the woods, Lu Shaolin returned to the old man's car.

The old man was also very surprised. You must know that Chen Kun is a master of refining dirt, and he was scared away by this person before he even made a move. Of course, he didn't run away in the end.

"Old man, where's the thousand-year-old blood ginseng?"

Lu Shaolin got off his horse and asked with a smile.