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Then, she heard Lu Wushuang asking, "Cousin, where are we going after the meal?"

Cheng Ying said, "It doesn't matter where we go."

While they were talking, three men entered the inn. They ordered some dishes and wine and sat not far away from Cheng Ying. One of the burly men was not dressed like a man from the Central Plains. From the looks of it, he was most likely a Mongolian. When they saw the Mongols and remembered the scene of the Mongol army massacring the people of the Great Song, many of them showed a look of disgust.

The man looked around but didn't seem to care. Finally, his eyes landed on Cheng Lu and the girl, and he looked them up and down in a perverted manner. Lu Wushuang frowned. She extended her hand to hold onto her sword and was about to flare up. Cheng Ying pressed her hand and shook her head, indicating that she should not be too impulsive.

The man whispered to the two people beside him, and the two people stood up with an evil smile and walked over to Cheng Lu and the other girl. He said, "Ladies, our boss will treat you to a drink."

Just as they were about to open their mouths to curse, they saw Lu Wushuang suddenly standing up and slapping them a few times in the face. They were stunned by the sight, then giving each of them a kick. She then casually returned to her seat and gave herself a cup of wine.

That Mongolian stood up abruptly and looked at Lu Wushuang with his eyes wide open. In an impure Central Plains accent, he said: "Lady, I just want to buy you a drink. If you don't want to drink, then forget it. While speaking, the two men got up from the ground, and after going around in a circle, they finally found the Mongolian, and said aggrievedly: "Boss, that woman is too fierce."

"Just as he finished his sentence, he was knocked unconscious on the ground by the Mongolian's left and right palms." "Useless thing." He walked over with the large blade in his hand. Each step he took left a footprint on the ground, letting out a dull sound. From the looks of it, he should be an insider.

Hua Wuqing knew that his performance was due to the fact that it was about time. He put away his fan, moved to stand in front of the man and said: "Wait."

The man frowned and said, "Who are you? If you have anything to say, please wait for me to ask this lady." Hua Wuqing said, "Is this also why I'm here?" The man was surprised. "Oh, what brilliant ideas do you have?" Hua Wuqing said: "I don't dare call you Master, it's just that you're too ugly. I'm afraid you might scare this lady." He then said to the other people in the inn, "Tell me, am I right?"

Laughter first came out from the inn, and quite a few people chimed in: "Right, right, right, this Mongolian is too ugly."

"Mongolia X, our Song Dynasty does not welcome you. Go back to your Mongolia."

The man angrily glared at the group. The murderous aura he emitted intimidated quite a few people. They immediately let out their courage and lowered their heads in silence. In the end, his gaze landed on Hua Wuqing as he said angrily: "You dare to tease me." Before he finished his sentence, he raised his left hand and punched Hua Wuqing's face several times. A person with an ugly appearance hated beautiful faces of the same sex the most.

Hua Wuqing raised the paper fan and smacked it on the man's hand. The man seemed to be ferocious, but he was blocked by the paper fan. The man shouted loudly and sent a lightning fast kick towards Hua Wuqing's head, thighs and chest. All of them had been blocked by Hua Wuqing's paper fans. They had all been destroyed several times, but none of them had been able to gain an advantage. The pain from his wrist and ankle caused him to feel great shock. He had just arrived at the Central Plains and he had already encountered such an expert. It seemed like the Central Plains was truly a place where dragons hid and tigers hid.

If this matter were to spread, how would he be able to face his fellow sect members in the future? Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his large saber and hacked down several times. He had been practicing his saber techniques for decades, so he definitely had to regain some face for himself here.

Hua Wuqing waved his fan to block, his movements were graceful, and suddenly, he caught the gap in the air and leapt towards the man, causing him to launch a series of kicks, each leg faster than the previous one. The man snorted coldly as he slashed horizontally with his sword. What would happen if he was hit? Hua Wuqing did a somersault in midair and was forced back several meters.

The two of them stared at each other. They looked at each other for more than ten seconds. Neither of them had any intention of making a move, but their eyes seemed as if they were on fire. On the blade of the Mongolian sabre, the force of his whole body was concentrated, and his clothes flapped in the air without any wind. Hua Wuqing slowly placed the fan on his waist, preparing to meet the enemy with his bare hands.

Seeing Hua Wuqing take back his only weapon and fan, the Mongolian thought he was looking down on him and immediately became furious. He shouted angrily and rushed towards Hua Wuqing, slashing all the tables and stools in front of him into pieces, and Hua Wuqing rushed forward, using his lightness skills, extending only the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and pointing at the space between his fingers, his strength transmitted through his fingers to the Tan Zhong acupoints on the Mongolian man's chest, Qi Hai, Qizhi, Feng Chi, and Renmin acupoints on his head, six major acupoints.

The Mongolian was shocked as he thought to himself: "This person's martial arts are really unheard-of. His movements are elegant and light." "This move is truly amazing. I wonder if there are any other powerful moves left." He hurriedly moved his saber to protect the various acupoints. He was caught off guard and was flustered. He could not launch any attacks and was secretly anxious.

All the customers in the inn stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to watch the fierce battle. The people standing in the Central Plains naturally hoped that Hua Wuqing would win. "Quite a few people stood up from their tables to cheer him on." "Down with the Mongols."

"Down with him. "Beat him with force."

"Well fought! Kick his balls!"

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were also watching the two fight. Although the Mongolian's sabresmanship was overbearing, but he was still beaten up by Hua Wuqing who was passively defending and unable to attack. Cheng Ying said, "I didn't expect that Young Master Hua would have this move. It's a huge advantage in a battle." Lu Wushuang gave a cold snort and said: "What's so great about that. If we were to meet Big Brother Yang, wouldn't one slap cause our heads to spin?"

Cheng Ying said, "He and Big Brother Yang can't compare, but he can still be considered a first-rate figure today."

The Mongolian man was constantly being suppressed. Hua Wuqing's movement technique was also better than his, and he was also afraid of his acupuncture points. That was why Hua Wuqing was fighting in circles around him, while he was dancing with his sabre in a circle. Hua Wuqing seemed to have completely grasped the rhythm of battle.

After dozens of attacks, the Mongolian finally found an opportunity to attack. A single cross slash had forced Hua Wuqing away by half a zhang. It was a rare opportunity, so he had to leap up, spin his body in the air like a top, and use all his strength to meet the blow head on.

Hua Wuqing did not dodge. Just as the blade was about to hit his head, he raised his right hand in a split-second and caught the blade between his index and ring fingers.

The Mongolian was shocked. Seeing that he was about to be cut by a blade, he did not expect that he would be able to block this move in such a manner. The veins on his neck bulged, but on the other hand, Hua Wuqing appeared indifferent. He had a very relaxed expression on his face, and it was clear that he was a match for Hua Wuqing.

"Ahhh!" The Mongolian shouted, adding a bit more strength. This was his limit.

Hua Wuqing shook his head and said: "You want to behave atrociously in our Central Plains with this kind of skill? You'd better go back to Mongolia early. " Just as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand and the blade flew out of the Mongolian's hand. With a "pfft", he stabbed it into the pillar. Before the Mongolian could even react, he was kicked out of the inn by Hua Wuqing three times. He heavily fell onto the street, stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood. He then looked maliciously into the inn and left dejectedly.