Dark Fairy

Chapter 52 Three ears and a jug of wine
After the last sentence, Bai Lang had already straightened up and stopped looking at Yu Ping, but at the three waist knives behind Yu Ping.

Yu Ping is a treasure chest, and he doesn't have a waist knife for him to use. What he can use are those accountants that specialize in accounting.In this regard, the knife shop is very clear.Whichever stall you take care of, then what kind of manpower will be allocated.There is absolutely no way to spread combat power casually, which is not conducive to management and is not conducive to using good steel on the blade.

Therefore, the three waist knives behind Yu Ping must not be the staff that the treasure chest should have.And it was in Qianfang again, the identity of the other party was already ready to be revealed.It's either Qianfang's walker or Guchangzi, all of whom should belong to Bailang, the town hall's subordinate in name.

According to the rules of the sword academy, even if it is not a facilitation relationship, there is still a subordinate position. The relationship between superiors and subordinates is supported by the power endorsed by the sword academy, and the minimum etiquette must be taken into account.It's fine not to mention it, there are many rough people in the knife shop, and there are not a few people who ignore this.But if it is brought up, if you dare to ignore it, you are flouting the rules of the knife shop.Dare to do so will be bad luck.

So in the face of Bailang's questioning, even though the faces of the three waist knives were ashen, they did not dare to pretend that they did not hear, let alone remain unmoved.This is not something they can resist if they follow Yu Ping.

"My subordinates pay their respects to Bai Zhentang!"

Even reluctantly, this set of etiquette still has to be displayed.It's just that there is no so-called respect at all when these words are uttered, it is obviously perfunctory.And bowing and clapping hands are just putting on airs, without any sincerity at all.

"Tsk tsk, the three of you will be responsible for following me from today. While taking me to familiarize myself with the situation of Qianfang, you will also run errands for me. Now go buy me a pot of sweet wine. I am very thirsty." Bailang said while Spread the hand and took five Wen.There is no roll call, it depends on who picks up the three.

Yu Ping next to him looked at Bailang's "performance" with a half-smile, and he was very curious as to how a mere eighth-rank warrior would have the confidence to play like this.Do you really think that you can control the situation by yourself without relying on the rules of the knife shop and Liu Xu's remaining prestige?

Yu Ping didn't dare to say "absolutely" if someone else was present. After all, the rules in the knife shop are still very scary.But the three people present were his confidantes who had been with him for many years, and this time they brought them into the money shop to reap the benefits. How could they bend down and give in to Bailang?So in the end, it still has to be decided whether Bailang's methods can hold up or not.

If you can't hold it, you can't even hold back the disciples and gut-scratchers below, then the town hall, who is still a fart, will immediately become a joke.The only end is to be kicked by the knife shop to a certain corner to stay.

As for holding on?Yu Ping thought it was impossible.Bailang is at the eighth rank, and the three waist knives he is facing are all at the seventh rank and they are old oily people in the waist knives.What can Bailang, a half-grown kid who hasn't even brushed off his hair, do to support him?

"Don't understand what I'm saying? Or do you want to disobey?" Bailang's face was covered with frost, and he seemed very angry for ignoring the three of them.

Bailang's performance was even more unbearable in Yu Ping's eyes, as if he was watching a self-righteous fool trying to flatter himself.

"Tsk tsk, Bailang, you're right, so you're disobedient? It's just the first time you've met, who isn't a little arrogant? You have to be able to let someone run errands and serve as a follower. Didn't you just yelled to correct your position? Is it? Just use the rules to suppress people when you come up, this will not convince the crowd! Is this what Master Liu taught you?"

"Oh? Brother Yu seems to know a lot about this? I am the mayor of this place. If they don't obey, can't I use the rules to suppress them? What should I do?"

"Hehe, Bailang, are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid? The people below won't accept it, so you beat them to be convinced. Isn't that what our knife shop has always done?"

Yu Ping smiled happily, he just wanted to push Bailang to the point where he couldn't get off the stage.Today's opportunity is too rare.Bailang ran to the venue by himself, just in time for him to bump into him.Another time, there are still many waist knives on the same line as Liu Xu in the field. Once someone supports him, it will definitely not be as easy to handle Bailang as today.So Yu Ping was going to hit him hard with a stick, and he had to knock Bailang down.Either get out, or just keep it as a display.

Bailang also laughed, equally happily, and even drew out the dagger hanging from his waist while laughing.

"Brother Yu is right, I almost forgot the old rules in our knife shop."

As he spoke, he held a sword in his hand. Bailang tilted his head slightly and smiled at the three waist swordsmen on the other side who also pulled out daggers from their waists and said: "Come on, the three of you, I'm going to kill each of you with one ear." , let you have a long memory."

"Hahaha! Good good good good good good good! Bai Lang is so proud! What are you three waiting for? Learn from Bai Zhentang's clever tricks!" Yu Ping bent over happily.I've seen stupid people before, but I've never seen someone as stupid as Bailang.Wouldn't it be a joke if three seventh-rank players beat one eighth-rank player?Just wait and see how Bailang ends up.

The three waist knives also came up slowly from licking blood. Even though it's been a few days since I followed Yu Ping and haven't killed anyone seriously, I still have the experience and ruthlessness that I should have.

Just like what Bailang said just now, he was definitely not just kidding when he wanted to take people's ears.And the three people on the opposite side were going to do the same.After all, it was a "competition", and the sword had no eyes, and it was Bailang who asked for a one-vs-three first.There is also Yu Ping as a witness beside him, so what is there to be afraid of?
Of course, killing people is not allowed.

The hustle and bustle here has already caused the workers in the field to stay far away, and some fragile things were also moved away by Yu Ping.In just a short while, a small field with a radius of three zhang was vacated.

They are all holding short knives, and they are not prepared to fight. Such a large territory is enough, and the winner should be determined as soon as possible.

"Bai Zhentang, then we will be offended!"

"bring it on!"

When the words on both sides fell, they were already entangled.

The light of the knife fluttered, avoiding the opponent's vital points, but every inch of the light of the knife was used in the same way as a portable knife, attacking close to the body, and the sharpness was still accompanied by countless variables.

The smile on Yu Ping's face tightened after the first few touches.He found that Bailang jumped up and down in the jungle like a tiger when he approached him, seemingly arrogant but extremely dexterous.Although this way is still the way of the portable knife, it is not any kind of knife technique he knows.

And as soon as it touched, Bailang's knife was bloody immediately, and the two waist knives were caught off guard by Bailang's treacherous and fierce knife moves, and their chest and arms were cut open.But fortunately, put your hands away, the opening is very shallow and not big, so it doesn't affect it for the time being.

But there is no stalemate or major change in the close-fitting style of play.Winning or losing, or even life and death, can often be determined from the very beginning.

In the arena, Bailang made a wrong step, turned around and cut into the back of a waist knife, and at the same time raised the short knife diagonally upwards, tricky and vicious.Going towards the opponent's neck, if it is cut open, it will be bloody and hopeless.

In the panic, the waist knife could only tilt his head.

"what!"

With a scream, it missed the vital point but missed the blade's ear.The ears are neatly cut off from the base of the ears.Then he was kicked out of the ring.

With one person missing, the situation took a turn for the worse.There were two more screams, and both ears fell to the ground.

Then Bailang stretched out his hand again, still placing five cents in his palm.

"A jug of rum, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)