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The boss of the noodle store looked at the three of them and could not help but sigh. He muttered to himself, "What bad luck, what bad luck!"

After hearing this, the employees in the shop were at a loss. One of them asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Sigh..." The shop owner let out a long sigh and said with a sad face, "I've opened a shop for most of my life and have never been as unlucky as today. If you don't tell me you've lost a lot of money, you'll have to pay me back! "What a loss."

The shop assistant found it strange and asked, "Boss, didn't you make a gold ingot today?"

"Sigh, I gave it back to them. The world is correct. They are all devouring people without even spitting out their bones!"

"Boss, who are they? Why are you so afraid of them? " a waiter asked.

At this point, the boss felt that he had misspoken. That woman's warning sounded in his ears again, and now, there were spies sent by the imperial government everywhere. If he said anything wrong, it would reach their ears, and they would not even know how he died.

As he thought of this, a chill ran through his entire body. The boss glared at the waiters and shouted, "What are you guys looking at here for? Are you trying to be lazy? Do what you need to do! If you don't earn all of your losses today, then don't even think about getting this month's wages! "

Upon hearing this, the employees quickly dispersed and went back to their work.

The boss was still unwilling and angrily spat at their backs.

When Li Xian'er and the rest were heading towards the Twin Peak Mountain, Yu Wu Hen had already left the Twin Peak Mountain far behind. He knew that his leaving without a word would definitely make the little brother feel uneasy or cause him to complain about himself, after all Yin Luohong's injuries had yet to recover, so leaving at this time was clearly not appropriate. It could even be said to be unkind.

In fact, back in the Begonia Valley, when Li Xian'er was poisoned by the Seven-Colored Poisonous Bee, Yu Wushang's heart was filled with guilt. He didn't want to involve innocent people in the struggle between the martial arts world and its waters to become dangerous for him, he didn't know how many dangers were waiting for him along the way. Furthermore, he also had a blood sea for revenge.

According to the Shuangfeng Mountain 50 miles away, there was an inconspicuous small village, known as "Ying Tou Village". Speaking of which, the origin of this village was rather well-known.

Further north from Shuangfeng Mountain, they reached the border of Xianzhou. To enter Yingzhou, one had to pass through this village, which eventually became known as Yingtou Village.

The village was not big, and it only had the appearance of a hundred households. One could see the end of the village from the village with a single glance. This small village should have been a peaceful place, but recently, it had been bustling with noise and excitement. Seeing that the Martial Arts Competition was about to begin, many Martial Arts Disciples came one after another to catch a glimpse of the Martial Arts Competition's glory.

Ying Tou Village welcomed the long awaited bustle and bustle, and the villagers naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to make money. The village was filled with makeshift teahouses, food stalls, and wine shops, all for the amusement of those outsiders.

Especially in the evening, every household was decorated with lanterns and decorations, and the small village was decorated with colorful decorations. It was like a festival, adding a trace of a festive atmosphere, laughter, punches, peddlers, zither singing, clapping and cheering.

Some were disciples of the Yellow Mountain Faction, some were disciples of the He Lan Sect, some were disciples of the Eastern Spirit Sect, Canghai Faction, Changle Gang, and so on. There were also some who could not be said to be from any faction.

At this time, a burst of noise came from the front, mixed with laughter and curses. Yu Wu Hen looked forward and saw a group of Karakorum disciples in front of him rolling dice.

Seeing this, Yu Wuhen could not help but become curious. The Kunlun Sect was one of the five great sects. They heard that they had already arrived at the Qianzhou City, so why were they still staying here? Thus, he walked up and cupped his hands towards a Karakorum disciple who was guessing the orders and asked, "May I ask if you are from the Karakorum?"

That person's face was filled with resentment, his entire face contorted into a scowl. He did not even bother to look at Yu Wuhen as he snorted in response.

"I've heard that Taoist Zixi from your sect has arrived at the Sacred Assemblage Pavilion in Tianxin Prefecture, but why is your disciple still staying here?"

The man glanced at Yu Wu Hen impatiently and stopped. He asked in a strange tone, "Who are you? Why do you ask so much? "

"Hey, why don't you bet on it? It's about to open! "

At this moment, he heard a burst of urging voices.

"Big!" "Big!" The man turned his gaze back to the table.

At this time, the dice box opened to take a look, and a happy voice said:

"Two, three, four, little! Ha, I won, I won! "Give me money, give me money!"

"Sigh!" "Damn unlucky." The man mumbled to himself. Reluctantly, he took out a copper coin from his sleeve. With a crisp sound, the copper coin was accurately thrown into the box in the middle of the table.

"Come again!" He rolled up his sleeves and stared at the box full of copper coins, swearing to himself, "The next round will definitely be a comeback!"

Listening to these people talking, he did not take Yu Wuhen seriously at all.

"This time, I still made a huge bet. I don't believe it!" The man said angrily.

When the dice box opened once again, it was still unable to do as he wished.

With a clink, the coin was once again thrown into the money box.

The man was extremely vexed over his four consecutive losses. Glancing at Yu Wu Hen, he vented all his resentment onto him and roared, "What are you looking at? Why aren't you leaving? Want to fight? "

He raised his arm as if he were about to hit someone.

"If you hadn't asked around, how would I have lost two rounds in a row? This is so unlucky! "

At this moment, Yu Wuhen noticed that there was a tattoo of a qilin on the man's arm.

The Qilin was one of the four great ancient Spiritual Beasts. It had the head of a lion, the horns of a dragon, the eyes of a tiger, the body of a deer, the hooves of a horse, the scales of a dragon, and the tail of a cow.

Yu Wu Hen thought to himself: How could a Karakorum disciple have the insignia of the Qilin Group on their body? Could it be …

As he was thinking, he heard a "pa" sound. One of them slapped the sword on his waist onto the table and shouted, "I still want to gamble, but grandpa has no money. If I lose, I'll swallow the sword alive, how about it?"

With that, everyone started to sigh. Yu Wu Hen looked at the sword on the table and saw that it had a unique shape. It was a curved sword that looked like a snake.

"Spirit Serpent Sword?"

Yu Wushang thought to himself, only a Qilin could use the Spirit Serpent Sword. The Karakorum Sword Sect's Karakorum Sword League's Karakorum Sword League's sword is a heavy sword forged from local hematite. It is about four feet long and four inches wide, and its scabbard is completely red in color.

Seeing this, Yu Wu Hen became even more determined in his judgement. It seemed that these people were not disciples of the Karakorum, but what was their purpose in impersonating the Karakorum?

Gradually, a bad premonition arose in his heart. It seemed that there would be some ripples in the Martial Arts Competition this time.

Originally, Yu Wu Hen was not interested in this Martial Arts Competition. He only wanted to use Ying Prefecture to head north to find the Palace Lord of Nether Demon Palace to seek revenge. However, from this incident, it seemed that he had to go.