The unknown old man said coldly: "Then you are our common enemy. No one in the world can tolerate you."
Upon hearing this, Wang glanced back at the silent young man, then turned to the old man and asked, "Should I pretend to be scared?"
"Pfft!" With a sound, the originally indifferent young man couldn't help laughing.
Without waiting for the old man to answer, the northwest hero holding a long sword said, "Because this guy is from Yeyulou."
Young Zhu Yun also said: "Jianghu Yeyu is a lamp, everyone in the Jianghu hates Yeyulou, this young man is from Yeyulou."
The unknown old man said: "Where there are rivers and lakes, there will be rain. Where there is rain, there will be Ye Yu Tower. The owner of Ye Yu Tower kills people without blinking an eye, don't you know?"
Wang nodded, smiled and replied: "As far as I know, the Longhu Gang in Chang'an is the worst. They deceive the good and fear the evil, force the good into prostitution, and do all kinds of evil."
At this point, Wang Zai's face suddenly turned cold: "How dare you, a crow, laugh at a pig?"
"Pfft!" This was the second time the boy couldn't help laughing.
He looked at Wang Yi and said, "Brother, I respect you as a man."
The expression on Wang Yi's face remained unchanged, he looked at the three people in front of him and said quietly: "Either fight or get out!"
Xin Dao said that he had disappeared from the world for more than ten years, and he was afraid that these guys had long forgotten that in addition to the boss of their Longhu Gang, there was also him, the god of death.
The unknown old man glanced at his two companions, looked at Wang Yi and asked, "So, you know that he is from Yeyu Tower, and you still want to go against us?"
Wang Yi looked at the iron bar in his hand and replied: "I hate people from the Longhu Gang."
As soon as these words came out, the young man couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Pfft!"
Touching the back of his head with one hand, he thought that today was really interesting. He met a weirdo that he had never seen or heard of before.
A weirdo who is not even afraid of the big boss of the Longhu Gang, it seems that he finally escaped today.
The unknown old man's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth moved.
Wang Yi looked at the three people outside the pavilion and laughed: "I chopped off the heads of many people here back then. Do you want to try it?"
"I guarantee this kid. Even if he belongs to some building, he is not the building owner. What the hell does it have to do with you?"
Wang Yi was angry and thought, "If I don't show off my power as a tiger, do you think I'm a sick cat?"
The northwest hero stood up at this time: "Because we can't defeat the owner of Yuyulou, we can only kill every one of his men until they are all killed!"
"Why?" Wang Yi asked.
The young man Zhu Yun said coldly: "Because there is a rumor in Chang'an that everyone who has met Yeyu Louzhu has died, and the grass on the grave has grown taller than anyone else."
But at this moment, a strange smile appeared on the face of the unknown old man, and he said quietly: "There was someone who could defeat him."
When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Who?"
"From Lantian Valley..."
The unknown old man only said half a sentence and then closed his mouth, because he found that even if he said this person's name, it would be of no use.
More than ten years have passed and that guy's bones are probably rotten. What else is he thinking about?
After Wang Yi heard this, he couldn't help but sigh quietly.
He looked back at the young man behind him and said, "Do I know who he is? That guy let me go, and I haven't settled the score with him yet!"
At this moment, the nameless old man felt as if he had returned to an eternal dream, with an unspeakable expression on his face.
He said in a daze: "There is only one legendary sword in the sky and on earth, and there is only one legendary person like him in the entire Tang Dynasty. It's a pity that that guy died young..."
When the young man heard this, he bit his lips tightly and never said a word again.
Wang Yi looked at the clouds floating in the sky and sighed: "After all, you are talking about the dead man, the Jian Shisan who let me go!"
When the northwest hero heard this, he couldn't help but said excitedly: "Yes, we are talking about the third young master of Lantian Villa."
Wang Yi looked at the three of them and smiled coldly: "Then do you know who I am?"
Young Zhu Yun shook the sword in his hand and scolded: "I don't care who you are, come on!"
"Let's go together!" The northwest hero held the long knife and couldn't help roaring: "I don't care who you are?!"
The young man shouted angrily and was about to rush out of the pavilion, but Wang Yi slapped him back.
Young Zhu Yun flew through the air and stabbed Wang Yi in the pavilion with his sword, shouting: "Don't be idle, you two!"
Sure enough, the northwest hero was like a tiger down the mountain, slashing out a water-cutting force with the long knife in his hand, and came towards Wang Yi head-on.
While the man was still in the air, he shouted: "I'm here to take my life!"
The nameless old man waved his ten commands like an eagle's claws, and without hesitation turned into a stream of blue smoke and rushed towards the pavilion.
"Dang!" sounded.
However, the black iron bar in Wang Yi's hand was as fast as lightning. In the midst of the lightning and stone fire, like a spiritual sword, he slashed Zhu Yun who flew into the pavilion out of the pavilion.
When the person was in the air, a stream of blood flew out like an arrow, but a person's skull rolled forward.
It took ten years to sharpen a sword, and when the king drew his sword, it was a sure kill!
Then came the Water-Breaking Knife slashed by the Northwest Hero. Before it landed on Wang Yi's head, it was suddenly stopped in mid-air by the black iron bar swung by Wang Yi.
Just when he was about to put away the knife and cut again, he felt a mountain suddenly coming towards him, and before he could even roar...
A black iron bar had already passed through his chest, almost piercing the eagle claws of the unknown old man who was rushing behind him.
The old man was so frightened that he yelled and kicked the northwest hero on the back.
Like a flying eagle, he instantly flew backwards outside the pavilion!
With just one move, Wang Yi killed two of Chang'an City's peerless masters.
"Plop, plop!" Two sounds sounded.
A corpse fell in the pavilion, and a headless corpse fell on the ground outside the pavilion...
The unknown old man's fingers were like eagle claws. In an instant, half of them were cut off by Wang Yi, and they fell like pebbles inside and outside the pavilion.
With one sword, two people were killed and one was crippled. This was Wang Yi ten years later.
The young man did not chase the unknown old man out of the pavilion because Wang Yi did not move, so he could not move either.
The seriously injured old man did not retreat immediately, because he knew that as long as he dared to retreat, the man in the pavilion would kill him immediately.
He already felt the breath of death approaching him.
Wang Yi sighed, looked at the nameless old man outside the pavilion and said coldly: "In your heart, you only have the owner of Yeyu Tower, and only the dead Jian Shisan..."
The unknown old man scratched his neck and said firmly: "Isn't it?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi suddenly laughed, looked at the young man behind him and said, "Back then, Jian Shisan asked me to go to Lantian Villa for a fight to the death..."
The young man nodded: "I know this."
The unknown old man outside the pavilion was shocked when he heard this, looked at Wang Yi and shouted: "Who are you? Why didn't I know about this back then?"
"Because you are an idiot. Maybe you were too weak back then."
Wang Yi looked at the young man behind him and sighed: "After I rushed all the way to Lantian Villa, the owner of the village, Jin Buhuan, led me to Jian Shisan's tomb..."
Hearing this, the young man loosened his biting lips, looked at him and murmured: "So, you are Wang Yi, the Wang Yi who disappeared from the world after going to Lantian Villa."
"Are you the Meteor Sword King One? Where is your Meteor Sword? How did it become such a broken iron bar?"
The nameless old man outside the pavilion was startled. He finally understood why even the three of them were unable to fight against this seemingly destitute guy in front of him.
It turns out that this inconspicuous guy is the god of murder who roamed the world more than ten years ago and is feared by everyone!
Everyone’s legendary Meteor Sword King One!
The unknown old man sighed and said in a daze: "It turns out that the legend back then was true. The Meteor Sword killed people with only one strike, and you came back again."
Wang Yi looked at the old man and smiled bitterly: "I went straight to Jian Shisan's death appointment, but he left before me. In a fit of anger, I buried the Meteor Sword in the deep lake of Lantian."
"My old friend has left the crane, and there is no more meteor sword in the world."
Wang Yi watched the old man shaking the black iron bar in his hand and said with a wry smile: "Look, I don't even have a sword now, just a fire stick."
The old man sighed and smiled bitterly: "Even a fire stick can kill someone? Why don't you kill me?"
In the old man's opinion, Wang Yi could kill the northwest hero and Zhu Yun with one sword, so there was no reason to let him go.
Because his action was unambiguous, he clearly wanted Wang Yi's life.
Wang Yi thought for a while, looked at the unknown old man and said: "Go back and tell your big shopkeeper that I, Wang Yi, will save this young man. If you want to avenge these two guys, come to Hongfu Temple to find me."
The nameless old man's mouth moved, but in the end he said nothing.
Instead, he turned around and walked to the edge of the woods not far away, where his horse was tied. He wanted to return to the city immediately and tell the big shopkeeper that the King of Killing God was back.
It doesn't matter, what's more important is that Wang Yibao, who returned, captured the young man the big shopkeeper wanted to catch.
This year, there will be no peace in Chang'an.
Wang Yi watched the old man disappear on his horse before his eyes, then he looked at the young man and said, "Do you want to share the money?"
The young man looked at him and nodded.
Wang laughed angrily: "Since you want to share the money, why don't you touch these two guys to see if they have money bags? You are also taking their swords away, which can be exchanged for wine money."
When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but grin.
While touching the wallet of the northwest hero lying on the ground, he thought that this is really an interesting guy.
After the fight, the two of them entered Chang'an City, and Wang Yi found an inn to stay.
The young man looked at him and asked in confusion: "Didn't you tell the old man that you were going to Hongfu Temple? Are you trying to let him go?"
Wang slapped him angrily: "How can I go to the temple to see the Buddha with my murderous aura and smell of blood?"
"Oh, so that's it?"
The young man thought for a moment and said, "That's true. I blamed you wrongly."
Wang Yi opened an upper room, entered the room, looked at the young man and asked seriously: "With your young age, how could you possibly know who I am? Tell me about your origin..."
The young man raised his head and looked at the peach blossom tree outside the window, wondering whether he should tell Wang Yi the truth.
Wang Yi poured himself a cup of tea, looked at him and said lightly: "If you tell any lies, get out of here immediately. Even if you die in front of me, I will never save you again." ."
When the young man heard this, he became angry. He looked at Wang Yi and said angrily: "If I dare to go out and live in the world, I won't be afraid of death."
Wang Yi took a sip of tea and smiled: "Then, think carefully whether you want to tell me the truth!"
The young man curled his lips and shouted: "I am from the Gusu family. My mother said that you should know who I am. She also said that you owed her a favor and did not do anything for her..."
"Murong Shuyu, the daughter of Murong An of Green Willow Villa in Suzhou... turns out to be your son? Then do you know that your mother tricked me into killing your father?"
If Murong Shuyu didn't tell the young man in front of him about such an extremely secret matter more than ten years later, Wang Yi would really be angry.
The young man shook his head, looked at him and replied, "I met you and that great monk back then."
Wang Yi couldn't help laughing when he heard this, touched his head and said with a smile: "I never thought that you and I are really destined. I met you when I returned to Chang'an."
The young man laughed: "You still owe me five hundred gold coins."
