Walking closer, the white-haired man danced wildly, and his whole body was full of momentum.
The air condensed.
Fine dust hung in the air, slowly condensing into tiny sharp blades that were invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.
laugh!
There is no unnecessary nonsense, just the contempt of the strong for the ants.
The white-haired man walked forward slowly, seemingly very slowly, but in fact it was very fast.
It was precisely because it was too fast that he regretted it.
The fine dust blades did not cause any damage at all, and were all annihilated in the space rift.
When the white-haired man saw the flickering space crack, he immediately didn't dare to move.
Lin Ming turned around and smiled, "You are so courageous. You dare to take action in front of Senior Wenren. It's really amazing! I admire you the most in my life for a little expert in seeking death."
Lin Ming's ridicule was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
In the past, the white-haired man would have crushed Lin Ming to ashes a hundred times.
However, at this moment he did not dare to move.
The space around him froze.
Thin dark cracks surrounded him, with almost no blind spots in 360 degrees.
"Gulu!"
The white-haired man swallowed softly, his eyes rolled, and his eyes fell on Wen Ren Qianyi.
There was a slight tremor in his words, "A saint in the realm of masters? No, you, you are an extraordinary saint!"
Wenren Qianyi ignored the white-haired man.
Lu Xueye jumped up and rushed to the white-haired man.
There were countless space cracks along the way, but in the trajectory of the little guy's movement, the space cracks flickered, disappeared, or moved, without harming it in the slightest.
Seeing this scene, the white-haired man's hands were shaking.
Good guy, this control is definitely that of an extraordinary saint!
How could there be such a master hiding in the small Qingye City?
The extraordinary saint's understanding of space is far stronger than that of the saint. To put it bluntly, one against ten is not a problem.
Obviously, if he couldn't find a good excuse, he would definitely explain it here today.
At this time, the little guy stood on the forehead of the white-haired man, and his two hind legs clicked non-stop.
It counted silently in its mouth.
"One little claw, two little claws, three little claws..."
Ever since I saw Mr. Bai's pointer last time, it has always felt that the marks on people's foreheads are particularly exciting.
Today I finally have the opportunity to release myself.
The little guy lifted his legs happily and dropped his paws happily. But he thought it was not too satisfying, so he dropped all four paws.
Double the snap!
The corners of the white-haired man's mouth twitched wildly, but Wenren Qianyi stood there with a faint smile on his face, seeming quite happy to see this scene.
So, the white-haired man grinned and smiled brightly against his will.
Lin Ming turned his head and looked behind the white-haired man, "Did Wu Yue ask you to come?"
A chill ran down the white-haired man's spine.
He did not expect that what Lin Ming said was so accurate.
However, the white-haired man's brain was like an electric current, speeding up, thinking, thinking, and thinking again.
In just half a second, he came up with the answer. Lin Ming had no idea who he was.
The white-haired man raised his neck, supported the little guy with his forehead, and explained as kindly as possible: "What are you talking about? The name of the person? I really don't know him, I just want..."
"What do you want? The move just now was a killing move. Are you trying to make a joke?" Lin Ming interrupted the white-haired man without any courtesy.
The white-haired man smiled bitterly: "..."
Yes, there was something wrong with my mind, and I didn't see anything clearly, so I rushed forward stupidly.
Moreover, he is still laughing at the master, despising such a rustic sign.
At this time, the corners of Lin Ming's mouth curved, like a devil smiling in a nightmare.
"It's actually okay to joke. Senior Wenren likes to joke the most."
Wenren Qianyi nodded, crossed the space in one step, and stood in front of the white-haired man.
He raised his fist as big as a sandbag and clenched it hard in front of the white-haired man.
Click, click, click!
There was a loud sound between the finger bones.
Cold sweat broke out on the white-haired man's forehead, and he knelt down in front of Lin Ming and Wenren Qianyi.
"Senior, please spare your life, Young Master, spare your life, I really admitted the wrong person!"
Lin Ming smiled playfully and said nothing.
In front of outsiders, Wenren Qianyi was accustomed to maintaining the air of an expert and did not speak.
At this time, the little guy had enough of stepping on it, jumped up to the white-haired man's head, pulled the hair on the edge of his hairline and pulled it back hard.
"you're lying!!!"
The slightly milky voice sounds a bit funny.
Lin Ming and Wenren Qianyi both smiled lightly.
The white-haired man couldn't laugh, and weaved a story with tears in his eyes——
In the story, he was once a master, but then he was injured, his voice became hoarse and dry, and one of his arms was half-wasted.
The mother-in-law of the family saw that he was not able to do anything, so she actually hooked up with a young man from an aristocratic family.
Because Lin Ming's back looked so much like him, he attacked indiscriminately.
The little guy returned to Lin Ming's shoulder, with sympathy in his eyes.
"Oh...you are so pitiful. It would be very tragic if your spouse and people ran away. In my memory, if anyone in the race encountered such a situation, they would have to commit suicide directly."
Lin Ming nodded, "It's really pitiful. You have to kill yourself. It's really not an easy task. How about we help you."
White-haired man: (ｷ｀ﾟДﾟ´)!!
He couldn't understand how Lin Ming and the little guy came to the conclusion that "he should commit suicide, and they could help him do it".
But the situation is stronger than the people.
He couldn't bear it any longer and had to continue to endure it.
Kneeling on the ground and kowtowing continuously, the white-haired man said:
"Please, sir and seniors, spare my life for the sake of my misery. Otherwise, I'm really not willing to give in. I'm going to seek revenge on that bitch and that bitch!"
At this time, Lin Ming knelt down and took out the Dark Ghost Limb with a smile.
The white-haired man's pupils suddenly contracted, the muscles in his back were completely tense, and his breath hung in his lungs without moving for a long time.
Lin Ming's eyes were as bright as fire.
"You're nervous. You're really here for this item."
The white-haired man shook his head repeatedly, "Young Master is joking, I don't know this..."
Lin Ming stood up, waved his hands, and smiled casually.
"Young master, I don't like to joke. Since you have no value in living, I'll never see you again."
As soon as these words came out, the white-haired man's expression changed drastically and he was about to run, but his steps just started to move.
The sense of spatial restraint squeezed him.
Can't move!
Wenren Qianyi raised his fist as big as a sandbag and clenched it twice, "You look down on me?"
The white-haired man shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, this junior has no such intention."
Wenren Qianyi said: "Then you are still running away in front of me?"
The white-haired man's ugly voice contained a cry, "I, I'm not, I don't, I... my legs are just weak."
Little guy: convex-.-
"Coward! Weak legs are the worst thing. Old guy, let's just punch him to death."
Wenren Qianyi nodded, "Okay!"
The white-haired man felt powerless in his heart and gave birth to infinite regret.
Why come to the blacksmith shop? Why don't you have eyes and can't see the strength of the burly old man?
At the same time, he also figured out the reason why Wuyue didn't pursue.
She definitely knows that there is an expert in the blacksmith shop!
The white-haired man shook his head and told the truth: "It's too late to understand, but I'm not willing to accept it."
He stood up, the humility on his face disappeared, and the main expression was indifference, which was the last maintenance of dignity.
The white-haired man said: "I want to exchange information and the correct use of the dark ghost limbs for a chance to survive."
Wenren Qianyi looked at Lin Ming.
Lin Ming smiled slightly, "This is not enough, I have another condition."
