The Sword God of the South

Pursuit

A while later, both of them have found a restaurant that matches their tastes.

"We choose the restaurant alone," said the Farewell Swordsman as he pointed forward.

"Okay, Mr. Wu. I think the restaurant is suitable" Zhang Fei said, nodding.

The two then walked there. A servant welcomed their arrival. Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman then headed to the still-empty table.

The atmosphere in the restaurant at that time was crowded. Especially when dinner time has arrived.

"Order the rice and fried duck. The message was also two large, hard wine jars" the Farewell Swordsman said to a servant who approached him.

"Good, Sir. Please wait a moment," the waiter then went back to the back to prepare the customer's order.

While waiting for orders to arrive, they also pay attention to the situation at the restaurant. While probing, Zhang Fei began to realize that there were also quite a number of people from the martial world.

"People in this restaurant there are at least dozens of people. But, I feel that there is a perverse air coming out of their bodies," Zhang Fei said as he whispered to him.

"You're right, Chairman Fei. These are the people who will go to the Temple of the Thousand Gods" said the Farewell Swordsman.

"Oh, really? Actually, what will happen there, Mr Wu?"

"Later the story. I'm afraid someone else will hear me,"

"Oh, okay. I got it,"

The two men then told me about something else. Like personal experience, or something like that.

Not to forget, sometimes they keep investigating people who are in the restaurant.

Fifteen minutes later, the order arrived. Another waiter walked over carrying a large tray.

"Please enjoy it, gentlemen," he said, keeping a plate on the table.

"Thank you," Zhang Fei replied with a smile.

After the departure of the waiter, they immediately ate the food greedily. Once completed, the bottle of wine that was still sealed was immediately opened.

The smell of hard liquor immediately smelled into the nose. They toast a few times.

"This wine, although hard, was also comfortable in the stomach," Zhang Fei said as he lifted the cup.

"Yes, the wine in Shandong City, almost everything is like this,"

"Just do it,"

Zhang Fei and the perverted grandfather continued to drink wine. In the midst of the activity, Zhang Fei's ears suddenly heard the talk from the table located near the right window.

Zhang Fei glanced there. He saw at the table were six tall men with slightly black faces. At the waist of each there is a long machete.

"When are we going to head to the Temple of the Thousand Gods?" ask one of the.

"After this, we'll go straight there,"

"Has the other one arrived?"

"Yes, they arrived yesterday. And today is the moment that the Chairman has determined,"

"alright. Well, then, let's finish this meal,"

"Certainly,"

"Agreed,"

The six men resumed their unfinished eating. Not to forget too, they spent the available wine on the table.

Their conversation was clearly heard by Zhang Fei. Although the people said half a whisper, Zhng Fei could still hear it.

Moreover, all this time he had been training his sense of hearing.

"Master Wu, it seems like they are the ones who will later get involved with the events in the Thousand Gods Temple,"

"Yes, Chairman Fei. They're a little bit of one of them,"

"If so, we must take action,"

Without waiting for an answer from him, Zhang Fei immediately got up to his feet. He paid the meal fee, then immediately went out and followed in the footsteps of the six people earlier.

While the Farewell Swordsman, he was still sitting in his chair. He spent wine in a cup. As soon as he finished, then he went to catch up with Zhang Fei who had passed.

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Right now Zhang Fei was running by relying on body lightening science. He chased after the six people who also darted using the science of lightening their respective bodies.

The six people had apparently headed into the deserted forest road. It seems they deliberately took the road to avoid various kinds of obstacles.

Those people must not have expected that right now, behind them was already someone who was ready to lower his hard hand.

Wutt!!!

Zhang Fei suddenly pushed both of his palms forward. A roll of wind that rolled rapidly shot towards the six people earlier.

"Review behind you!" one of them shouted.

The person in question immediately jumped to the edge to avoid the threat. Five of his colleagues also took similar steps.

The long-range attack released by Zhang Fei just hit a tree of considerable size. As soon as it was hit by that wind, the sound of an explosion instantly sounded. The tree was crushed into small pieces.

The six people had already stopped their steps. They stood parallel while facing Zhang Fei's direction.

"Which humans dare to attack from behind?" one of them asked with the help of internal energy. It made his voice echo to the four corners of the wind.

"Man from the South," Zhang Fei replied as he landed on the ground.

"Hemm ... Who are you?" asked the person earlier while looking thoroughly at Zhang Fei.

"You don't need to know who I am" he replied, drawing his face. "Are you going to the Temple of the Thousand Gods?" ask Zhang Fei.

"If so, why? If not, why?"

"Yes or not, I'll keep teaching you guys,"

"Hemm .. What is your business?"

"My business is to keep the martial world safe," Zhang Fei smiled coldly.

He then released an extremely thick murderous air. The circumstances around there changed, the six people could also feel it. They were slightly surprised by the murderous air released by Zhang Fei.

'Who exactly is this young man? Why was he able to bring out such a thick murderous air?' the person had been impassive while looking seriously at Zhang Fei.

The situation there is quiet. The two sides each closed their mouths.

"Foreigner, you'd better leave right now. Otherwise, don't blame us if something happens to you,"

"I'm not leaving here,"

"alright. You're the one who asked for your own misfortune,"

The person then glanced towards his partner. Without saying anything, the person who was glimpsed immediately understood.

In that instant also the person pulled out his long and sharp machete. He then lunged forward while launching a stab.

The attack is directed towards the neck. Judging from the way he attacked, Zhang Fei could already gauge that the person's abilities were at least only on par with second-rate swordsmen.

Wutt!!! Yush!!!

The golok has come. But Zhang Fei had already shifted from where he was. The attack just failed.