After talking about the deeds of the two great masters and listening to the voices of admiration from below, the old fogey was content.

This was the joy of being a storyteller.

Listening to the exclamations of the audience, it was as if he himself had become a master of martial arts, one that could look down on all living beings.

However, in the next moment…

Crack!

A chopstick fiercely pierced through the air, heading to between the eyes of Old Li who was about to drink his tea!

Old Li knew of a lot of secrets in the Jianghu1 and could also tell the stories of the various masters not from the Jianghu as well.

However, he was not some expert hermit and had never practiced martial arts. Furthermore, he was also blind. Of course, he couldn't dodge such fierce sneak attacks.

Fortunately, there were many martial arts practitioners in the teahouse, and there happened to be a true master.

Wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan, this person looked like a descendant from a rich family.

He was sitting in a private seat, very close to the position of the storyteller. When someone had attacked, he felt it firsthand. His ear moved, and he flipped over immediately. The folding fan in his hand opened, and the chopstick was stopped at a distance of fewer than thirty centimeters away from Old Li's forehead.

If it weren't for him, Old Li would definitely have died, with this chopstick inserted into his head!

The sudden change caused the boiling teahouse to immediately fall silent, and everyone was wide-eyed.

What happened?

Why would someone want to suddenly kill Old Li?

Although Old Li liked to whet people's appetites and often stopped halfway through his story to continue the next day…

But such an action did not warrant death!

Furthermore, the person had even dared to kill under broad daylight in such an open place. Did the person not care about the laws in place or the imperial court?

Soon everyone came back to their senses, and together with the rich-looking young master, they looked towards a hidden corner of the teahouse.

Immediately someone who was filled with righteous indignation shouted, "It's the barbarians!"

"It's a northern barbarian. No wonder you want to kill Old Li! It seems that what Old Li had said just now had pricked them and made them feel scared again!"

"How dare you attack and kill people so openly and without reason?! Let's quickly send these two barbarians to the court!"

The northern barbarians were not only tall, but they were also very different in their appearance and garb. Thus, it was easy to recognize them at a glance.

Old Li was a blind man and couldn't see anything. He was still trying to guess what had caused the teahouse that was boiling previously to suddenly fall silent. After hearing the conversations from the audience, he finally understood what had happened.

There was a barbarian in Xiangmanlou, and after hearing his story, the savage wanted to kill him!

Old Li was so frightened that he moved back a few steps.

The man who was holding the folding fan walked towards the barbarian and said coldly, "Mister, shouldn't you give an explanation for that sudden attack just now? If you don't have a legitimate reason, then I will just take you down and send you to the court!"

The male barbarian with braids on his head then stood up. He was half a head taller than the man in the brocade robe. He asked with a smile, "Who are you?"

"Youzhou, Qin Fang!" the man dressed in the brocade robe replied proudly.

Hearing the answer from the man in the brocade robe, most of the people in the teahouse did not have much of a reaction as they didn't know who he was.

Only Old Li, who had been scared till he took a few steps back, suddenly thought of something and then shouted in surprise, "Youzhou's Qin Fang?

"You are this generation's number one master of the Youzhou Qin family who had achieved the cultivation base of grade-7 in his thirties! You are also the disciple of Senior Shi Chengtian, the Invincible Iron Fist, and known as the head of the three young masters of Youzhou!"

After the man in brocade robes heard Old Li's words, he opened the folding fan in his hand with a pop and said indifferently, "Yes, that's me."

Exclamations filled the teahouse.

This man in brocade robes who looked just like an ordinary young master was actually a grade-7 grandmaster?

Furthermore, he also happened to be the disciple of Shi Chengtian, one of the two grade-9s who were representing the Grand Xia Dynasty to face off against the barbarian envoys!

It was no wonder that his movements when blocking the chopstick previously were so elegant and filled with ease.

Shi Chengtian had once single-handedly fended off three grade-9s from the Demon Gate to save Youzhou's Qin family, causing his fame to skyrocket that year.

"Young Master Qin is awesome!"

"It's no wonder that he became the head of the three young masters of Youzhou. He's a peerless genius who has broken through to become a grade-7 grandmaster at the age of thirty!"

"Young Master Qin, send this barbarian to the court. How dare he commit a crime so openly?! We can all be the witnesses!"

Qin Fang was very indifferent to the compliments around him and merely looked up at the barbarian to ask, "Are you obediently going to the court to atone for your crime, or do I need to drag you there after I beat you up?"

The barbarian smiled. Neither did he get angry, nor did he answer Qin Fang's question. He merely said, "I was going to take your life. But after I heard that you are Shi Chengtian's disciple, I have changed my mind. I'm not going to kill you, but rather, I'm going to break both your hands and feet and destroy your martial arts cultivation. After that, you can help me relay a message to your master…"

After speaking, the barbarian man threw a seemingly ordinary punch.

"Arrogant!"

Qin Fang became furious when he heard those words. He closed the folding fan in his hand and pointed it at the barbarian's fist.

Although this barbarian was sturdy and was more than half a head taller than him, however, when one's cultivation had reached the realm of the upper three grades, body shape and size would not matter much in a fight anymore.

Even if this male barbarian was twice as strong, he was still tofu in front of him.

Crash!

The fist collided with the folding fan. Qin Fang poured part of his own internal force into the folding fan, thinking that he could directly knock the opponent flying backward.

This folding fan was not an ordinary folding fan. It was his weapon. The structure inside was made of fine iron, which was extremely hard and durable.

However, what Qin Fang never expected was that the opponent's seemingly ordinary punch contained an unimaginable terrifying force!

At the moment of the collision, he felt as if he was in a small boat, sailing into a stormy, turbulent sea. Even though he had reacted quickly and instantly poured his internal strength into the fan to the extreme, the efforts were futile.

The moment he came into contact with the opponent's fist, he immediately used a body movement technique hoping to get away from the immense power and force coming from the fist.

As a grade-7 grandmaster, Qin Fang's martial arts were naturally not weak and useless but were unique in their own way.

However, all of this did not help him to retreat safely.

Hong! Long long!

The folding fan made of fine iron was directly blasted to pieces, and at the same time, Qin Fang's skills and techniques were rendered useless, or rather, he couldn't use them at all.

Such a punch had exceeded his realm. It felt as if the barbarian was on another level, giving Qin Fang the sense of fear he had only felt when he was facing his master, Shi Chengtian!

He was directly blown away, flying seven or eight meters away before smashing down on a table severely.

"You…"

Qin Fang was terrified. He struggled to stand up and even sprayed out a mouthful of blood. He stared at the barbarian in disbelief and asked, "Who are you?"

The barbarian man walked over slowly.

"I am the Bo Ri you all were previously talking about."

The tall male barbarian with braids on his head began to cruelly break Qin Fang's limbs. As he was breaking them, he calmly said, "You can go back and tell your master that if he loses to me tomorrow in the palace, I will also break his limbs one by one in this way! Therefore, he had better go all out, like when he fought against the three grade-9 great grandmasters previously. Otherwise, he will also have a miserable ending…"

"Ah!…"

Qin Fang was about to faint from the immense pain.

And the crowd of listeners who clamored so loudly just now were already shocked speechless. No one dared to utter a single word, let alone dared to approach and help.

All of them curled up shivering, looking at the barbarian as if they were seeing a devil.

They were angry but dared not speak.

Bo Ri? Bo Ri!

That barbarian master who had almost wiped out the powerhouses in the capital six years ago!

So strong, cruel, and terrifying!

Originally, after hearing Old Li's storytelling, everyone had confidence in the Grand Xia's great grandmasters and felt that there would be no problem in defeating the barbarian envoys this time.

But now that they had seen the horrifying strength of Bo Ri with their own eyes, their confidence was shaken.

"Hold your hands!"

At this time, a loud shout came from afar.

When the voice fell, a middle-aged man with a beard and wearing a gray robe and a thin man dressed in white holding a long sword behind his back, appeared in the teahouse.

After the gray-robed middle-aged man saw Qin Fang who was lying on the ground being tortured by Bo Ri, his face was filled with anger, and he immediately blasted out a punch.

This palm approached at lightning speed!

No one in the teahouse could see anything clearly. It was as if they had just seen a meteor flying past!

Even the arrogant Bo Ri stopped tormenting Qin Fang immediately when he saw this punch. He shouted in a low voice and raised his arms to block.