Learn a magical skill every year, and start with Xiao Li Fei Dao

"Yes, Master, you are a bad mouth. Whatever you say, comes true."

Tang Qiang said without respect.

Looking at the two men, Xiao Pingan shook his head. He found that his team seemed to be full of scumbags, and none of them was reliable.

Alas, it's too hard for me.

Xiao Pingan sighed in his heart.

...

"Sir, your food is here."

A waiter with a warm smile on his face brought a plate of salt and pepper pork ribs to the table of the snow boy.

When he was about to leave.

Suddenly, the snow boy stretched out his little hand and grabbed the wrist of the waiter.

Although he was small, only five years old, but he was very strong. No matter how hard the waiter tried, he couldn't break free.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

The waiter said with a puzzled and panicked look.

The snow boy looked at him and said with a half-smile: "Why is there chopped green onion in this dish of spareribs? Don't you know that I don't eat chopped green onion?"

"But, sir, you didn't tell me that you can't put chopped green onion in spareribs."

The waiter said aggrievedly.

"I did."

"Sir, you really didn't say that."

The snow boy's smile disappeared and he shouted: "If I said there is, there is."

"Okay, okay." The waiter obviously didn't want to provoke this scary kid, "If you say there is no, then there is no, sir, then how about this, I will take this dish back and make it for you again, okay?"

"That won't work." The snow boy shook his head and said: "You did something wrong, do you know that?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"If saying sorry is useful, then what is the purpose of the constable?"

The snow boy said with a gloomy face.

Big brother, you are from the martial arts world, you are masters that everyone and ghosts fear, Snow Boy, are you afraid of the constable?

The waiter was about to cry: "Then, sir, what do you say we should do?"

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. I want your life, it's not too much, right?"

Snow Boy said coldly.

After saying that.

He didn't give the waiter a chance to refuse.

He stretched out his other hand and twisted a spell. Suddenly, with a whoosh, the golden copper ring sword that the dead man had dropped on the ground fell into the hands of the snow boy.

He raised this sword, which was taller than others, and chopped it hard at the head of the waiter.

The sword light was dazzling.

It was terrifying.

The sword energy was scary.

Seeing this scene.

Everyone in the audience, except Grandma Qionghua, was stunned.

Wow.

Just because of the chopped green onions on a dish, he had to kill the other person?

Not really.

Rumor has it that the Snow Boy is moody and kills without blinking an eye. He kills whenever he wants... Everyone thought the rumor was too outrageous, but now they realize that the reality is even more outrageous than the rumor. The Snow Boy in the rumor is much better than the real Snow Boy...

Just when everyone thought that the waiter was going to lose his head.

After all, who can withstand the full force of a third-grade master?

With a clang.

The sharp copper ring and golden knife broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The waiter was actually fine.

The snow boy looked at the waiter and said with a smile: "I have noticed that something is wrong with you. When others see me killing someone, they are scared to death. Only you smile like you have found money, and smile at me foolishly... As the saying goes, a smiling face is not a good thing. Tell me, who are you? You can't even kill with a knife?"

The waiter laughed and stepped back suddenly, breaking free from the snow boy's restraints.

Landed in the center of the field.

Then.

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, like a robot, his body twisted strangely.

In a short while.

From a thin, ordinary-looking waiter, he turned into a big man more than two meters tall.

Wearing a black tights, the muscles on his body were knotted up, and he looked full of explosive power.

Square face, firm face, regular features.

There is a bold and unrestrained heroic spirit on him.

Xiao Pingan: "Hey, why does this man look familiar? I seem to have seen him here before?"

Xiao Rong said excitedly: 'Uncle, this is my uncle! '

Xiao Pingan showed a look of surprise, comparing the big man's face with the face of his uncle in his memory.

Not to mention, this man is really his cheap mother's elder brother, Tang Yunxiao.

Compared with his cheap mother, who is only in her fifties, she already looks very old.

His uncle looks much younger.

He seems to be in his thirties, in the prime of life.

This is not to say that this uncle has a secret to keep his youthful appearance, butHe is a lower third-grade early master.

As long as a warrior reaches the master level, he can restore his youthful appearance and enjoy a lifespan of 200 years. The difference is that some masters like to look like young people, some like to look like middle-aged people, and some like to keep their old appearance...

And some people think that they are happier when they keep their old appearance and play poker with girls.

Xiao Ping'an's mother, Tang Saihua, is only an eighth-grade warrior, not a ninth-grade master. In addition, the family has experienced many major events, and she is very haggard and old.

At this moment.

Due to Tang Yunxiao's exposure, everyone's eyes were on this two-meter-tall man.

"Tang Yunxiao, you are so brave, you dare to show up?"

Obviously, someone recognized him and said loudly.

"Hahaha, Tang Yunxiao, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you come here, you are looking for death."

A warrior who has a grudge against the Tang Clan sneered.

Tang Yunxiao looked amused. Although there were no less than a dozen middle-level third-grade masters here, seven or eight of them were enemies of the Tang Sect, he was not nervous at all.

He said with a smile: "You rubbish, why can't I be here? Don't you know that this Tongfu Inn is the property of my Tang Sect?"

'What? '

"I really don't know!"

"Kao, so we have entered a den of thieves?"

"This inn belongs to your Tang Sect, so what? Today, I, Feng Ping, will kill you with my sword. I want to avenge my dead mother."

A young man said coldly.

This man is not simple. Don't look at him. He looks very young, at most in his twenties.

In fact, he is already in his fifties. He is Feng Ping, an elder of the Tianjian Sect.

A middle-level third-grade middle-level master.

One of the masters who came to trouble the Tang Sect.

A majestic aura emanated from Feng Ping.