"Little beauty, I have just arrived at Yucheng Bar. How about having a drink with me?" Mr. Shi ignored the others and looked at Xue Qing with lustful eyes while reaching out and trying to touch her face.

Xue Qing shrank her head in fear. Just as Mr. Shi was about to reach out again, his wrist suddenly seemed to be clamped by pliers. There was a crisp sound and the bones of his hand were broken.

The huge pain made him howl out, but no matter how hard he shook it, he could not get rid of the hand on his arm. He looked at Flathead with eyes splitting, and threatened: "I am Shi Jingtian's nephew, hurry up

Let go, or I'll let you die without a burial place!" Threat?

"The person who said this last time, I have chosen a cemetery with beautiful scenery for him."

Flathead's tone was light and calm, but with another exertion of his hands, Mr. Shi's wrists had become soft and soft, as if they were dough. This was a sign that the bones were about to be crushed.

When he was about to exert more force, he suddenly saw a green light rushing towards him from the corner of his eye. If he was hit, he would probably be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

However, others just sat where they were and didn't even bother.

At the critical moment, Wang Yifeng suddenly slapped the table, and the robe on his body moved automatically without wind. With the table as the center of the circle, the strong momentum directly pushed Mr. Shi away.

It seems like a brute force move, but if you observe carefully, you will find that the direction that Mr. Shi flew out is exactly the direction that the small sword flew from. At this speed, if it collides with him, Mr. Shi will definitely die! If the nephew of the city lord dies,

In the inn, the boss doesn't need to open the door. He can just wash his neck and wait for death. I'm afraid other guests will also be angered.

Just when everyone was filled with fear, they suddenly discovered that the flying little sword had turned its direction in mid-air, so that the hilt was facing Mr. Shi.

In this way, although a collision is still inevitable, at least no one will be killed.

Bang! Mr. Shi groaned and fainted.

A man wearing a black robe without even showing his face came over. He stood next to the unconscious Mr. Shi, stretched out a pale hand, and with a slight movement, the small sword that was pressed underneath immediately fell out of his cuff.

Drilled in everywhere.

"Ling Ye?" Wang Yifeng and Li Yang said in unison, but there was some disbelief in their tone. Their eyes turned around on his covered face, and then fell on his sleeves.

Seeing the strange reaction of the two people, Pingtou asked in a low voice: "Who is Ling Ye?"

"The disciple of the Nine Knives."

"Knife?" Pingtou thought about the small sword that flew out of Ling Ye's sleeve just now, and was a little confused. Isn't that a sword? Sima Mingyu didn't seem to have any desire to explain. He stared at Ling Ye closely with his eyes and said briefly.

Explained: "In short, the master and the disciple are not easy to mess with, but now Ling Ye has killed nine swordsmen."

Killer? This made him even more confused. However, Pingtou also knew that now was not the time to talk. Although he had not been practicing for a long time, he also knew that this Ling Ye was obviously a master.

The other diners in the hall were afraid that they would hurt themselves and did not have the ability to leave, so they could only keep their original actions, slow down their breathing as much as possible, and wished they could crawl underground.

When the atmosphere is tense.

Mr. Shi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved. Youyou opened his eyes. When he regained consciousness, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right wrist. He immediately remembered what happened before he fell into coma.

"Kill them! Ling Ye, kill them!" Mr. Shi tried to get up, but his back seemed to be unconscious. He didn't obey his orders at all. His arms and legs kept exerting force, and instead seemed like a man who was constantly struggling.

Bastard.

He didn't care whether Ling Ye could beat the people on the other side. While struggling, he kept shouting: "Kill them!" In the huge hall, only Mr. Shi's voice could be heard shouting.

"Noisy."

Before Ling Ye finished speaking, he stepped on Mr. Shi's chest with one foot, and then stepped on it lightly. The whole movement was as smooth as lightning.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and you could almost hear the drop of a pin.

After doing this, he suddenly raised his head, revealing a face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes that was too pale, like a patient who had not recovered from a long illness. The thin face made his eyes look extraordinarily big, but his two eyes were like black holes.

No emotion whatsoever.

His eyes turned on the faces of the five people one by one, and then he lowered his head slightly, and the wide brim of his hat immediately covered his entire face as before.

"Walk."

Another brief word. When everyone came to their senses, Ling Ye had already walked behind the door. Several servants brought by Mr. Shi immediately lifted their master and left quickly.

Because of this incident, it wasn't until the group of people had left for a long time that everyone in the hall started talking to each other as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The innkeeper came out from behind. After all, business still had to be done. He wiped his cold sweat and said, "Everyone, keep eating, keep eating."

Having said that, the city lord's nephew was injured in this inn after all. Most of the diners were afraid of being retaliated by Qiu Hou, so they left in a hurry without finishing the dishes they just ordered.

On the contrary, Pingtou and his group were very calm and continued to eat leisurely. Xue Qing remembered Ling Ye's eyes just now and couldn't help but feel a little scared and said: "That person is so strange."

"Besides, he's too young."

Pingtou continued, he originally thought that the person who could threaten Wang Yifeng and Li Yang was not much different in age even if he was not of the same generation as them. However, the moment Ling Ye raised his head just now, although his face was pale, it could still be seen that,

Early twenties.

"Don't take him lightly just because he is young. This man's talent is extremely terrifying, and he is cruel and ruthless, especially to himself."

Wang Yifeng seemed to have remembered something, and his face became a little ugly. He could not find ten people in the entire world who could be called a person with terrible talent.

Flathead became even more curious. Thinking of Sima Mingyu's explanation just now, he couldn't help but ask: "By the way, I just heard from my aunt that Ling Ye's master is called Jiubudao, but I think he uses a sword."

, and there is no Jiubao, what's going on?" After Wang Yifeng's explanation, he realized that Jiubudao was not only Ling Ye's master, but also Ling Ye's enemy.

At first, Jiubidao became obsessed with practicing martial arts. In order to calm his inner demons, he killed all Lingye's family. However, he took a fancy to Lingye's talent and accepted him as his disciple.

The boy who had killed his whole family was accepted as his apprentice, which shows the madness of the Nine Swordsman. With such a crazy master, no matter how pure Ling Ye's nature is, he will be affected by it for a long time.

What's more, being accepted as a disciple by one's family-killing enemy, enduring humiliation and burden for a long time is enough to change a person.

Ling Ye is worthy of being the only disciple of Jiubudao. His talent is indeed unparalleled. Not only did he change the sword into a sword, but he also killed his master, Jiubudao, in just ten years.

Such a character is indeed terrifying, but this kind of strength is not enough for Wang Yifeng and Li Yang to treat him like this.

What really made them fearful was that Ling Ye was not only extremely talented, but also very vengeful. Once a fight started, he would fight to the death and even kill enemies who were stronger than him many times.

What's more important is that this person has no scruples in his methods. Sometimes he would rather lose a thousand to himself than kill eight hundred to the enemy.

Wang Yifeng and Li Yang were outstanding in strength, so they were not afraid of anything. They were just worried that Xue Qing and Ping Tou might be injured if they were targeted by this person.

After hearing about Ling Ye's past, Pingtou recalled that the eyes he looked at him at that time were hollow and dark. It was no wonder that he had worshiped his enemy as his teacher and lived with humiliation for ten years. I'm afraid his psychology had been distorted for a long time.

"Hey, by the way, is Ling Ye practicing "Thousand Weapons Transformation"?" Li Yang suddenly asked.

"This "Thousand Weapons Transformation" was originally in the hands of Jiubudao. Since Jiubudao is dead now, it should be in the hands of Ling Ye. Brother Li, why do you ask this?" Li Yang looked at Flathead,

Said: "The "Thousand Weapons Transformation" is a rare ancient book, and the cultivator does not care about his cultivation level. I think Brother Pingtou has no weapons and relies on physical strength to resist. But this is not a long-term method after all. If you can practice the "Thousand Weapons Transformation"

"Change" is the best."

What he said is not unreasonable. Ping Tou really doesn't have any weapons at his disposal right now, and looking at Ling Ye's momentum, this "Thousand Weapons Transformation" is definitely not an ordinary book.

but.

"Forget it, we still rarely cause trouble on other people's territory. Moreover, robbing other people's things is not the right behavior."

Pingtou thought of Ling Ye's life experience. Although this person didn't give him a very good feeling, there was no need to add insult to injury. With the "Vajra Physical Training Art", it was only a matter of time before he could refine the golden elixir.

While several people were talking, another group of people suddenly came outside the door, led by a middle-aged man with a goatee.

"It's Mr. Shi's person."

Sima Mingyu took one look and made a conclusion. At the same time, his body tensed up, ready to fight at any time.

"Don't be nervous, these are just ordinary people."

Wang Yifeng turned his head slightly without moving his body.

Because of what happened just now, there were not many guests left in the hall. A middle-aged man with a goatee walked in and immediately set his sights on Wang Yifeng and his party.

The innkeeper rushed over, but before he could say anything, the middle-aged man stuffed him with a gold ingot.

"Tell everyone else to leave."

The middle-aged man's attitude is not strong, and is even a bit gentle, but the unquestionable atmosphere in his words shows that he is not as easy to talk to as he seems on the surface.

The boss took the money and could only invite other customers away with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!