"Where did this stinky beggar come from! How dare you attack me?"
Scarface was shocked and angry. He raised his hand and drew out his sword, pointing at Hong Laoliu's position.
"Are you the leader of these horse thieves?"
Hong Laoliu scratched his back and glanced at Scarface with a rather disdainful expression.
"You are so brave to come to my territory to cause trouble!"
"Your territory?"
The scarred face raised his eyebrows, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Hong Laoliu with a somewhat dignified look.
"Are you from Ji Zhong? Or from the Longwu Army, or..."
"What does this have to do with you, a dying person?"
Hong Laoliu said, suddenly turning his palms. The next moment, a burst of energy spurted out from the cuffs.
Scarface's expression changed, and he pulled back to dodge. But that energy was so fast!
In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of him.
He is a master!
His expression changed again, and he drew out his sword to protect his face. At the same time, the energy and blood in his body were flowing crazily.
A stream of energy composed of the power of Qi and blood quickly formed a thick shield in front of him.
in the inn,
Yang Dong caught a glimpse of this scene through the window, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
This leader of the horse thief seems to be in the fifth-level martial arts realm just like himself. But why is his use of the power of Qi and blood so smooth?
And can the power of qi and blood be used in this way?
On the side, Yan Bingyue was wearing a fox fur cloak, and her cold eyes were also staring in the direction of the battlefield.
"In this way, Fang is a martial artist who has received the baptism of life and death."
"Yesterday..., I already knew your level as a fifth-grade martial artist. But in my eyes, your level is completely inconsistent with your strength."
"If you face the leader of the horse thieves right now, I'm afraid you won't survive twenty rounds."
Hearing such heart-wrenching words, Yang Dong's face stiffened slightly.
Yan Bingyue, you have changed. You were still so gentle and pleasant yesterday, but today you have become a big ice cube.
In this case, how about I call you Bingbing from now on?
He cursed in his heart and immediately began to think seriously about Yan Bingyue's words.
It is true that in his current state, he does seem to be a fifth-grade martial artist.
But whether it is combat experience or physical strength, there is a big gap between him and a fifth-grade martial artist who has trained hard.
This may be the disadvantage caused by golden fingers.
But even so, the fifth-grade martial artist is still crushing the fourth-grade martial artist.
In other words, as long as his cultivation level is high enough, he doesn't need to care about combat experience.
Sure enough, I still have to be more diligent!
Yang Dong's thoughts were wandering, and his gaze towards Yan Bingyue became intense.
The young master left the palace this time, although he did not have the top-notch furnace of the Little Wild Cats.
But it seems that the effect of dual cultivation with Bingbing is quite good? Maybe it's because Bingbing himself is a warrior.
As the saying goes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Now that Yourong is no longer around, can I not be able to... ahem every day?
No, we have to find a way to convince Bingbing!
After gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong coughed lightly and looked at Yan Bingyue with a serious look.
"Um...Bingbing, let me discuss something with you."
"Bingbing?"
Yan Bingyue frowned slightly and glanced at Yang Dong.
"Are you calling me?"
"What, don't you like this title? If so, I can call you Yueyue."
When Yan Bingyue heard this, a black line flashed on her cold cheek. She stared at Yang Dong coldly and said:
"what ever."
"Then I'd better call you Bingbing. It's more approachable."
Yang Dong rubbed his hands and his eyes suddenly became hot.
"Um...Bingbing, let me discuss something with you. Last night we...ahem, you should have felt the improvement in your cultivation, right?"
Yan Bingyue frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Indeed, my energy and blood have condensed a lot."
"In that case, do you want to improve your cultivation level quickly?"
After Yang Dong finished speaking, a harmless smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he looked very much like the wolf who abducted Little Red Riding Hood!
"You want to practice double cultivation with me?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Yan Bingyue's eyebrows, and she immediately looked at Yang Dong and nodded her head lightly.
"That's okay."
You actually agreed so easily? ? ?
A trace of astonishment flashed across Yang Dong's face.
In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the madness last night.
Isn't this Bingbing a contrast of cold on the outside and hot on the inside?
She actually agreed to the young master so easily...
Obviously, his performance yesterday was like a young one. Does she really not care about this?
After gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong looked at Yan Bingyue with an increasingly fiery gaze.
He leaned forward and raised his hands to wrap his arms around Yan Bingyue's waist.
But the next second, a dagger with cold light was pressed against his neck.
"I have the final say when to practice dual cultivation."
Yan Bingyue said with a cold tone and an expressionless face.
After saying that, she looked at the battlefield on Hong Laoliu's side again.
At this moment, Hong Laoliu had already dealt with Scarface. While eating sorghum flour pancakes, he stared at the horse thieves who surrounded him and said with disdain:
"You crooked melons and cracked jujubes are not my enemies at all, Ji Zhongyihe."
"At this moment, if you are at ease, I might consider sparing your lives."
As soon as these words came out, a trace of struggle appeared on the faces of the horse thieves.
Now their most powerful boss has died in the hands of this old guy.
Even if they swarm together, they may not be able to defeat each other!
What's more, this old guy has announced his family just now.
It turns out that he is the old prince Ji Zhong!
I just don’t know why, but he’s dressed so weirdly?
The horse thieves looked at each other and saw some hesitation in each other's eyes.
But after finishing the cooking cake, Hong Laoliu lost his patience.
"Damn it, Ji Zhong's name is not good enough. He can't even deter a few horse thieves."
"It's really troublesome, let's kill them all."
He said, flipping his wrist again.
The next moment, dozens of qi energies surged out of the cuffs.
Without waiting for the horse thieves to react, the energy attached to their sabers.
In an instant, dozens of long knives were suspended in the air, all pointing at their master.
"Old Prince, please wait."
"We didn't say we wouldn't surrender..."
"We admit it, can you put the knife down first?"
However, Hong Laoliu didn't seem to hear the shouts of the horse thieves. Instead, he said angrily:
"It's really outrageous. They are all crooked and want to lie to me!"
He waved his wrist again,
These long knives suspended in mid-air, as if they had accepted the order, slashed at their master with a "swish"!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of horse thieves fell into a pool of blood.
Such a bloody scene, even the people in the town who had been numb for a long time, had fear written all over their faces at this moment.
At this moment, they were staring at Hong Laoliu as if they were looking at Rakshasa ghosts.
Evil ghost!
The old prince Ji Zhong is an evil ghost!
At this moment, this idea quickly spread among the crowd.
Hong Laoliu stood up, shook his head and said:
"Who are you? You said you'd catch me without mercy, but you can only lie to me with your mouth. You don't hold your hands at all!"
