"What do you mean, sir?"

The boss looked at the young man with confusion and panic.

The three martial artists next to them changed their expressions slightly and placed their hands on the hilts of the swords beside them.

"What do you think?"

The young man blew away the last tea leaf floating on the tea, then picked up the cup and drank it all.

Perhaps the tea was a little hot. After drinking it, the young man closed his eyes, relaxed for a while, then opened his eyes, slowly exhaled, gave the boss a thumbs up, and praised him.

"It is indeed a top-grade Broken Heart Powder, it is really strong!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the boss's expression suddenly changed. There was no longer any confusion on that weather-beaten face, but instead a look of coldness, viciousness and doubt.

"You actually knew that?"

"certainly."

"Then you still dare to drink?"

"Why not?" The young man laughed, stretched out two fingers of his left hand, flicked the teacup in front of him, and exclaimed, "I have tasted countless cups of poisoned tea and drunk countless pots of poisoned wine along the way, but your pot of Biluochun mixed with Broken Heart Powder is the most delicious. I just don't know what secret recipe you added to neutralize the bitter taste of wolfsbane."

"Want to know?"

"certainly."

"Then go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell!"

With a loud shout from the boss, the mat above the young man's head broke instantly.

A sharp sword flashing with cold light fell from the sky and pierced the young man's head.

The three martial artists nearby were shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect that there was a killer hiding on the roof.

But the young man seemed to have expected this. He sneered, raised his hand, and slapped the sword that was stabbing at his head.

It was not until then that the three people next to him noticed something strange about the young man's sleeves. One of his sleeves was long while the other was short. The long side covered his right hand, while the short side exposed his left wrist.

When drinking tea just now, the young man always used his left hand and never showed his right hand.

But at this moment, as the young man flipped his hand, his sleeves slipped off, and a strangely shaped pure white bone claw appeared in front of everyone.

The three martial artists' faces changed immediately, as if they finally remembered the identity of the man in front of them.

"It's actually him, the Skeleton Demon Hand Fu Qingyun!"

Looking at the strange white bone hand, the female guest among the three couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Lin Zhongtian had amazing hearing ability, so he naturally heard the female guest addressing him. He immediately became even angrier, and his right hand changed from palm to claw, grabbing the sharp sword and pulling it hard.

"Bang--"

A thin black shadow was pulled down from the roof by Lin Zhongtian.

In mid-air, the thin black shadow let go of the hilt of the sword, reached his left hand into his arms, and sprinkled a large amount of poisonous mist. Then he turned his body, did a backflip, and landed steadily on the tea table next to him.

At the same time, the owner of the teahouse pulled out two long knives from under the counter, shouted, jumped over the counter, and kicked the boiling water away. The red-hot iron kettle and the boiling tea flew up together and splashed onto Lin Zhongtian who was sitting there.

“Puff——”

Blood splattered, and the thin killer who had just landed safely, who seemed to be extremely skilled, widened his eyes, slowly moved his gaze downward, and looked at the long sword on his chest with an expression of disbelief.

"So... so fast."

The skinny killer uttered the last words of his life with some difficulty.

Lin Zhongtian smiled slightly and pulled out the sword that pierced the opponent's heart.

Behind him, the poisonous mist, kettle and boiling water were all gone.

The boss holding two knives also stood there in a daze, looking at Lin Zhongtian with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

To be honest, although he watched the whole process, he still didn't know what had just happened. He just felt a flash before his eyes, and Lin Zhongtian appeared in front of the thin killer.

The speed is so fast, like the gust of wind and thunder.

No! It's faster than the wind and thunder!

The boss was still in shock, when suddenly his vision blurred and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Without looking back, he knew that the other party had appeared behind him.

"…What kind of light skill is this?!"

The boss asked in a difficult tone, enduring the severe pain in his body.

"Light Footsteps."

Lin Zhongtian replied to him indifferently.

When he showed off his speed before, someone asked him the name of his Qinggong, but Lin Zhongtian didn't take it seriously at the time, saying that he just walked fast and didn't know any Qinggong, but no one was willing to believe it.

Some people with bad intentions took it upon themselves to give his martial art a name, called "Thunder Step".

Lin Zhongtian felt uncomfortable with this, so he changed his words. Whenever someone asked him about it, he would say that his move was called Lingbo Weibu.

But unfortunately, everyone who heard the name failed to escape alive...

This has also led to the fact that the name of Lingbo Weibu has not been publicized to this day.

However, today may be an exception...

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian glanced at the three martial artists outside the teahouse, then gently drew out the sword in his hand.

As the sword was drawn out, the boss collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been taken away, and turned into a corpse.

Lin Zhongtian held the sword in his left hand and shook it lightly. The blood on the sword instantly bounced up and turned into blood beads that sprinkled around.

When all the blood had fallen, the sword's blade regained its former snow-white, cold color, as if it had never been stained with blood.

“Nice sword!”

Lin Zhongtian exclaimed in admiration, flicked the sword with his right hand, then sheathed the sword and placed it on the table.

The three martial artists who had been watching the whole process from the side were all shocked when they saw this scene.

The leading male guest couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looking at Lin Zhongtian with awe in his eyes.

The opponent killed the two masters with ease, without any trace of blood on his body.

This level of martial arts has already surpassed his imagination and can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

Looking at the seemingly harmless young man, the male guest mustered up his courage and bowed.

"Senior Fu, we are just..."

"Okay, no more words needed!"

Lin Zhongtian waved his hand, interrupting their conversation. He squatted down and searched for Biluochun, and said casually, "Keep on going. The capital is still ten miles away. If we set off now, we may be able to get into the city before lunch."

"...Thank you, Senior!"

The man said no more, bowed in gratitude, and then winked at his two companions.

The three of them quickly picked up their cloaks and weapons and hurried towards the capital.

“Found it!”

Lin Zhongtian took out a small can of tea with a smile and put it under his nose to sniff it.

Mm, that’s the taste!

Putting away the tea leaves, Lin Zhongtian picked up the confiscated sword, and without even looking at the two corpses in the teahouse, he followed the footsteps of the three wanderers and slowly headed towards the capital.

At the same time, the strangely shaped right hand was hidden by the sleeve again.

When Lin Zhongtian thought of his right hand, he felt quite annoyed.

During this month, whenever he had nothing to do, he would use the gray mist to strengthen his right hand, trying to break through the constraints of the human body and see if he could grow a few fingers again. Unfortunately, he wasted so much gray mist and ultimately failed to grow any fingers. Instead, five sharp white bone spurs grew where the fingers originally belonged.

This is the origin of the "white bones" and "hands" in his four-character nickname "White Bone Demon Hands".

As for the word "devil", that's a long story.

After leaving Qiugang Village, Lin Zhongtian used the alias Fu Qingyun and came to the nearest county town, from where he learned information about this world, the most important of which was the time of the current dynasty, as well as the location of Qiugang Village and that county town...

Thinking of this, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but sigh.

He was deceived by the illusion of Qiugang Village and never expected that it was actually the first year of Chongzhen!

The place where Qiugang Village is located is actually the Qinling Mountains in the southern part of SX Province!