"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Luo Yutian retracted his trembling palms and shouted coldly. The shock of the strange middle-aged man blocking his palms just now told him that the background of this man and woman was by no means simple.

Although Chen Liao was using a concealed weapon and his experience was not as intuitive as Luo Yutian's, Huang Jingtie's flying swordsmanship that could stop him, that ordinary-looking middle-aged man must also be strong in Wuhuo.

Don't look at Chen Liao's arrogance when facing Luo Yutian just now. That's because he has the capital to be arrogant. The skills Luo Yutian practiced were just restrained by him, so that he could overwhelm the opponent with his initial strength of Wuhuo.

The fact that the other party stopped the flying knife in an understatement could only mean that his strength was stronger than his own, and even his attributes might be incompatible with him.

Before the two people could say anything, Chen Liao unfolded his folding fan and took a few steps back cautiously. This was to show his position that he did not want to participate in this fight.

When Luo Yutian saw Chen Liao's actions, he couldn't help but have a bit of a joke on his face: "Why are you retreating? You are just two outsiders, how can you run wild in our black market? Don't want anything after you leave now."

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"You old guy, you're looking for death and you want to drag me with you. You've been in the black market for so many years. How come you don't have any vision at all? How did you climb to the martial fire realm?"

When Chen Liao heard this, he wanted to scold Luo Yutian to death on the spot. Since the other party dared to stand up, he was definitely not a person who was afraid of trouble. Looking at his mysterious appearance, God knows what kind of force was behind it. If he provoked someone he couldn't afford, he would die.

It's all in vain.

"Old man Luo, half of your body has been buried. Why are you fighting for these external things? Wei Tong was killed by the young monk. The space bag and the soul-stealing sword should naturally belong to him. Why bother fighting with a junior?

We are robbing something." Chen Liaopi said with a smile. M.

"Since you are looking for death, I would also mind giving you a push, just so you can use your old bones to test the skills of those two people."

He knew that Luo Yu had a fiery temperament and was used to showing off his power here with his martial arts skills. He would never give up until he argued with others about the things he liked. A few words poked at his weakness and he could easily provoke a dispute.

"Chen Liao, are you crazy today? Are you willing to give away something like the Soul Reaper Sword?"

Chen Liao cultivated metallic aura, and he had long coveted Hong Li's soul-stealing sword. This sword was engraved with a golden sharp magic circle, and its power could still be a little more powerful in his hands.

"Money is something external to one's body, so why not? Old man Luo, the two monks are leaving."

Chen Liao was also casual. He arched his head and turned around to leave.

The breeze gently opened a small gap in Shuangyue's veil, her red lips opened slightly, and she silently uttered four words: kill and establish power.

"Stop, do I let you go?"

The clear but piercing voice made the atmosphere at the venue a bit colder. Following the reputation, it actually came from the mouth of the foundation-building monk in the venue.

Chen Liao couldn't help but look uglier. He had saved enough face for them, so why was this person still refusing to give in? Could it be that he really wanted to take action?

"I have no grievances against you, so why bother pressing forward every step of the way?" Chen Liao folded the fan and pointed it at Qin Long, but looked at Shuang Yue and the two of them said with some dissatisfaction. The yellow iron flying knife in the fan bone might be fired at any time.

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For a little foundation-building monk, calling him "Your Excellency" already gave him enough face. If it weren't for the two mysterious visitors protecting him, the flying knife just now would have been enough to kill him.

"Do you remember what you just said?"

Qin Long didn't care about the folding fan at all, as if it was a toy with a handle everywhere, and said calmly.

"What did you just say?"

Chen Liao was slightly startled. She didn't say much to him just now, except for the words "seeking death." The situation was so difficult that her face changed several times and she finally decided not to say these two words.

"Brother Chen is such a noble man and forgets things. Please leave your folding fan and space bag." Qin Long said with a smile while squinting his eyes.

Qin Long was indeed a little surprised when Shuangyue signaled him to find fault with these two people just now. After all, they were two martial fire cultivators. It would be bad if they accidentally got caught here.

But since Shuangyue dared to say this, she naturally had the ability to save him, and I have to say that stimulating a martial fire monk with words was indeed very satisfying.

"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?" Facing Qin Long, Chen Liao's good temper suddenly disappeared. He was just a fake and powerful thing, but he really regarded himself as a person.

"Of course I know, leave your folding fan and space bag, and today I will show mercy and save your life!" Qin Long shouted violently, with a bit of majesty that only appears in a superior person.

"Haha, let me see how you take my life."

With a flick of the folding fan, three golden beams of light suddenly shot towards Qin Long in three directions: upper, middle and lower, blocking all his retreat routes. Before Qin Long had time to react, the golden flying dagger had already pierced his body.

There was a loud clang, a light sword flashed away, and the flying knife made of yellow fine iron was cut off by the sword.

"What a fast flying knife. It's much faster than that female cultivator's ring."

Afterwards, Qin Long felt his heart palpitate. After taunting Chen Liao, he was ready to dodge with the Yin Yang Fish. Who would have thought that even though he was prepared, he could not avoid the flying knife. If Shuang Yue hadn't taken action, he wouldn't even have a chance to react.

Shuang Yue drew her sword so fast that Qin Long didn't even see what her sword looked like, but Chen Liao saw the whole process clearly. The sword was not unsheathed at all, and just a sword energy killed him.

The flying knife cut it into two pieces.

Sword cultivators, only sword cultivators in the martial fire realm have such terrifying strength.

Chen Liao acted as if he had seen a ghost. He shook his folding fan violently and shot out all the flying knives hidden in the fan bones. He tried his best to run backwards, trying to buy himself more time to escape.

Sword cultivators in the martial fire realm are terrifying beings who can fight against golden elixir cultivators.

Before Shuangyue could take action, the middle-aged man beside him raised one hand, and the flying knives that were shot stopped in the air. With a wave of his backhand, those flying knives were shot out faster than before.

"ah!"

More than a dozen flying knives instantly pierced Chen Liao's legs. Chen Liao screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Don't kill me. I'll give you both the folding fan and the space bag. Please don't kill me!"

Chen Liao felt so regretful that he wanted to scold his mother. Why did he do anything bad today to join in the fun? He took off his space bag and threw it to Qin Long along with the folding fan in his hand.

"You didn't cherish the opportunity I gave you just now. Now you know it's too late to beg for mercy."

Qin Long activated his Inch Move and flashed to Chen Liao's side. He raised his soul-stealing sword and chopped off the opponent's head with one strike. Chen Liao's head flew high and then hit Luo Yutian hard in front of him.
Chapter completed!