Chapter 37: Toilet and rice bucket

An obese young man swayed out of the restaurant.
I saw him clapping his hands lightly, and the group of big guys just gathered next to him in an instant.
The fat boy wiped the oil stains on his lips and said proudly, "Where is the little white face coming out? Little ones, tell him aloud who I am Ma Tong!"
"Listen! Our young master is the nephew of City Lord Ma!"
"The next city owner!"
"If you want to be nosy, it's better to weigh yourself first!"
The big guys talked about the origins of Ma Tong, obviously not the first time to do this kind of domineering things, they seemed extremely skilled.
There was a buzzing discussion among the onlookers, and it was obvious that he recognized Ma Tong, the dude.
"Last time I saw this group of people knocking the prince alive in front of Yingyue Tower!"
"How dare this young man provoke the villain Ma Tong? It's estimated that his life will be over soon, alas!"
"Toilet? I think the title of rice barrel is more suitable for you!" Li Shi was instantly amused by the name, and someone named his child a toilet?
Ma Tong was furious: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
At this time, Zhao Yun and others on the back foot were also able to arrive.
Ma Tong saw Chang'e, Wei Ziling and Xiao Yun suddenly appearing behind Li Shi, three beauties of different appearances, and he was stunned for an instant.
Evil thoughts rushed into my heart: "If I kill this kid, wouldn't I be able to occupy the three outstanding people?"
Suddenly ordered the left and right: "This kid dares to scold me, and scolding me is equivalent to scolding Uncle City Lord. What are you waiting for? Beat him to death, Uncle City Lord will be rewarded!"
I rub! This kid is shameless enough!
But obviously this trick worked for the group of big guys, so they picked up the sticks and came to Li Shichong collectively!
The crowd onlookers saw Li Shi's thin body, they could already imagine what kind of miserable situation would be in the next second, and they couldn't bear to close their eyes.
"Be careful!"
The lame man kindly reminded that the dumb girl also looked at Li Shi nervously.
"Very good! Just try the last two styles of [Sword of Three Return]."
Li Shi stopped Zhao Yun who was about to act with gestures.
Previously, because Bai Qi and Zhao Yun had been protecting him, it was not his turn for Li Shi to take action, and the enemy was settled.
So that after learning this set of the sword of Sangui, there is almost no chance to show it.
Just use these people to try their power today!
Li Shi didn't rush, and called out in his head: "[Sword of Three Guilds] Second Form-[Princes Return]!
【Eternal and Eight Desolate Sacred Emperors Supreme Good Fortune Art】It works instantly, just like when Ma Zhi was killed at the beginning, a mysterious aura was produced from his abdomen, extending to the Dragon Abyss sword in his hand.
Abdomen, where the Purple House is! It is also where the Qi of the Holy Origin is stored!
The second style [Return of the Lords] is even more open than the first style [Return to the People]!
If the [Minrengui] is a single attack, [The Return of the Lords] is a group attack!
The second style! It's also a way to disarm!
When ordinary weapons encounter this sword technique, they will immediately surrender to the power of the sword, let alone a few crude wooden sticks?
Li Shiyi's sword swept across, as fast as lightning!
"Chachachacha", I saw all the wooden sticks within ten feet in front of Li Shi broke in unison!
The group of onlookers were instantly dumbfounded, as if two eggs could be stuffed in their mouths!
Several big men stared blankly at the wooden stick in their hands, and exclaimed: "He is a monk! Run away, everyone!"
Then he fled back wildly, wishing his parents had two more legs!
"The bully, die!"
Li Shi hates this group of people who are doing evil, if they change their person today, they may really be beaten to death by them!
So he did not intend to let them go.
"[The Sword of Three Return] The third style-[The Return of the Four Seas]!"
Vaguely, Li Shi seemed to see thousands of thunder rolling on the vast earth.
A gray-haired grand prince stood on the top of the chariot, with a long sword in his hand pointing to the sky, and shouting to thousands of people: "Rong Di is not to be driven, never disarm! The world has not returned, and he will not return. towards!"
The sword moved with his heart. As soon as this move was released, a dark cloud suddenly floated over the restaurant, several times of thunder fell from the sky and was sucked into the sword by the Long Yuan sword!
Thunder again spewed out of the sword at an extremely fast speed, and flew behind the fleeing big men!
The third type! Lightning style!
How can a mortal body compete with the sky thunder?
After a few violent roars, the group of big men instantly turned into several scorched corpses!
The whole street fell into terrible silence.