C535 Li San Who Was Sweeping the Floor

Isn't that a little too much of a show? Anyone with eyes could see that it was obvious what was happening on the stage.

However, at this moment, everyone was like a drowning person. As long as they could grab onto a life-saving straw, they would be lucky. How could they care about whether this straw had thorns or not?

Cong Yepan saw that the person who came looked fierce, but he was just a young man. He did not really care about him. Instead, he took a few deep glances at the few people beside him. Sure enough, there were two people in the group who looked like they were trying to kill him. However, Cong Yepan wasn't afraid of them. Since he had decided to stand at the peak and look down on everyone else, he wouldn't be afraid of them. No matter what kind of opponent he faced, he had to step on them one by one.

"I am here. If any of you are not convinced, you can come up and challenge me."

Lee Hongji was about half a head taller than Cong Yepan. At that moment, he was looking down at his opponent from above, and there was an unrespectful look in his eyes.

"It's you? You look like a person from the Central Plains. You have done a good job of forgetting your ancestors. What's so impressive about submitting to the foreign tribes?! Someone might want to teach you a lesson. "

He spoke very magnanimously, but no one knew who was going to teach him a lesson.

Cong Yepan had a painful experience when he was young, and that was why he broke out of his home. He went to the bitter and cold land, and had a narrow escape from death, and had a fortuitous encounter by chance. He had to go through an extremely arduous and dangerous training before he could finally master his martial arts. Therefore, he did not have much affection for the martial arts world in the Central Plains. It was also because of his cultivation and spirit in the Heaven and Earth Battling Realm that he did not have the extreme idea of massacring the martial arts world. However, he did not expect that the young man opposite him would label him as such right from the start. Cong Yepan was so angry that he laughed instead. Lee Hongji, who was opposite him, probably also felt a kind of pressure. Both of his eyes were wide open like steel, glaring at him angrily, but he refused to show any signs of fear.

"Very good, little kid. You just said that you want someone to teach me a lesson. I will wait here today. I want to see. Which hero has the ability to do so? Hurry up and come out. Don't let me wait until winter comes.

Everyone was waiting for the hero who stood up for them to teach this madman a lesson. Lee Hongji also looked around at the few people beside him. In the end, the few people he brought along did not move at all. No one knew what they were thinking.

Cong Yepan sneered, "The sound of thunder is louder than the rain, and the rain is lighter. It's a pity that this is all there is to it. You don't even need to take it out for a walk. You will know that it is only a donkey and not a horse. "

What he said was too unpleasant to hear.

Lee Hongji looked furious. He waved his right hand and shouted, "Lee San, who is sweeping the floor, go and see what this old man is capable of. How dare he speak so arrogantly in front of me? If you win, you will no longer have to be responsible for sweeping in the future."

A sickly yellow faced man walked out from beside him, and he really held a broom in his hand. Judging from their tone, it seemed like they were clearly targeting black-clothed man's side. However, he didn't know if the broom in the yellow face man's hand had always been in his hand, or if it was just a temporary trick.

In short, the expressions of the people on black-clothed man's side didn't look good. As for the others, they all broke out in cold sweat for the yellow-faced man.

Cong Yepan should be the most angry one since he was being treated so lightly. However, judging from the expression on his face, it seemed to be quite serious. Ever since he appeared, he had never felt so serious before.

Many people were muttering in their hearts. Could it be that this yellow faced man, who looked half-dead, really had some extraordinary ability that made this insufferably arrogant guy so afraid?

The yellow faced man who was holding a broom was called Lee San by Lee Hongji. It also made people wonder if this was his real name. He was wearing a pair of worn shoes as he walked forward. He raised the broom in his hand and pointed in Cong Yepan's direction. It seemed like he was not polite at all. Cong Yepan only nodded his head and didn't say anything else.

The two of them stood opposite each other very quickly. They stared at each other like roosters, but neither of them was willing to take the initiative to make a move. It looked quite funny.

However, the onlookers did not dare to breathe loudly as they watched. Most of them were worried that Lee San, who was carrying a broom, would also die there with a single finger.

"Why don't we make a bet..." Zheng Mingyan's voice was heard, but he was only halfway through his sentence when his mouth was obviously covered by someone else.

At this time, it was obviously not appropriate to start a bet at this time. Even someone as gambler as Ye Shiyuan probably wouldn't want to do that. It was truly like the Yangtze River pushed past the waves. Zheng Mingyan did not hesitate at all. Fortunately, the people around him had nipped this rotten idea in the bud.

Cong Yepan's patience was excellent. Perhaps he knew that his opponent was difficult to deal with. This time, black-clothed man did not have any intention of urging him. Lee San, who was sweeping the floor, did not seem to have a good patience. He blinked his small eyes. He slowly lifted the broom in his hand. His speed was not fast at all. Then, like a fallen leaf on the floor, the broom swept diagonally at Cong Yepan.

Some people seemed to have seen Cong Yepan's finger about to land on Lee San's forehead. They were all thinking that Lee San's sallow-faced face would bleed a few drops.

In the end, Cong Yepan's reaction shocked everyone.

Facing the sweeping broom, Cong Yepan didn't make any special movements, but he seemed even more special.

He obediently took two steps back, and the broom fell empty.

Zheng Mingyan looked like he was no longer under control, and said excitedly, "Ah! Sweeping the floor! It seemed like sweeping was the best! In the past, the monk that swept the floor in Shaolin Temple was the Number One Expert. He didn't expect to see another one today. Great, looks like this one who bragged is miserable. "

He was still in a state of excitement when the situation in the field changed once again.

Lee San casually swept the broom a few times. The broom was thick, long, and messy. Cong Yepan seemed to be not used to this so-called weapon, so he took three steps back. If he continued to retreat, he would be back to the place where he came out from at the beginning.

Cong Yepan stopped in his tracks. He took a deep breath and said, "Sir, who are you? He had to put on an act. If that's the case, I won't be polite anymore! "

Oh? He spoke as if he had always been very polite.

Lee San still had a sickly look on his face as he answered weakly, Yes." What's there to be polite about? What's there to be courteous about when you're just sweeping the floor with me?"

"Alright! Since that's the case, then don't blame me!"

Everyone felt that the two of them were talking nonsense. They were having a good fight, yet they still had to be polite and impolite. If this continued, wouldn't they still have to climb up relatives and whatnot?