None of the five people responded, but Xuanyuan said: "They asked me to join the Money Gang, but I didn't agree."
Yao Yue stared at him, her face not very pretty.
Every time this man goes out, it takes him half a day to do it. When he went out today, Yao Yue specifically asked him what he was going to do. He obviously only said to get his sword, but it took another hour.
The longer Yao Yue waited, the more impatient she became, so she looked for it.
She glanced at the Xianyin Sword on the table and said calmly: "You won't go back if you take it back."
"I'm going to sit down and have two drinks," he said casually.
Yao Yue said: "Don't drink, come back with me."
Ran Ran glanced at her in surprise. He didn't know why the woman looked anxious, but he didn't know that there was a table of beautiful dishes waiting for him at home.
Randomly sighed and said: "You made me lose face by doing this. They thought I was a scared person when they saw it..."
Yao Yue said coldly: "Which of them dares!"
Ranyi didn't say anything anymore, because there was a person who didn't know whether to live or die and actually chuckled.
This person is the oldest and has gray hair and beard, so he is also the most respectable one. The two of them were talking to themselves, not paying attention to other people at all, and now the white-haired old man laughed.
Everyone in the world doesn't know much about the martial arts of Yi Yi and Yao Yue, and the world doesn't even know what kind of people they are.
This smile seemed dissatisfied, but also testing. Unfortunately, it was Yao Yue who he was testing. Except for being arbitrary, Yao Yue never said a word of nonsense to anyone.
The lame man shouted: "Be careful!"
Suddenly a white shadow flashed, as elegant as a ghost, and a hand was printed out.
The white-haired old man stepped back quickly, only to hear the roar of the wind. After he took the first step, it was difficult for him to take the second step.
It was a hand that exuded radiant light, was crystal clear, and had clear veins; it was like a snare that caught wind, snow, and ice, with murderous intent, sweeping the sky and earth.
With the palm print on the chest, a chill swept through the whole body, and the Qi and blood meridians were frosted and condensed, unable to be resisted by the use of energy.
With a "peng" sound, the person smashed the table and continued to fly out. When the person fell to the ground, frost seemed to cover his body from the inside out.
It was frozen into a piece of ice in just the blink of an eye.
Seeing such a scene, everyone felt frightened in their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel a sudden chill coming over their bodies.
However, with a light word, the other three people showed shock on their faces.
"The four of them were surrounding me just now."
Hearing Ran Ran's tone that sounded like a complaint, Yao Yue was both angry and amused, but her cold eyes that could freeze anyone to death still glanced at the three of them.
The man in yellow with a pale green complexion suddenly had a pair of strange-shaped outer weapons in his hands. They looked like knives but not knives, and they looked like saws but not saws. They glowed eerily.
The one-eyed man in yellow took a few steps back and opened his clothes with his backhand, revealing forty-nine javelins.
The one-legged man raised his iron crutch at an angle and took the lead in attacking.
Although he was standing with one foot on the ground, his whole body was as stable as a mountain. A sweep with his staff seemed ordinary, but it was so powerful and powerful that it was quite earth-shattering and could sweep away thousands of armies.
Anyone faced with such a staff would choose to avoid it, but Yao Yue waved her hand and swatted at the iron staff.
The light hand claps on the strong iron staff. The strong, majestic and powerful staff seems to have become a wooden stick in the hand of a child.
The one-legged man's entire arm was numb from the shock. The iron staff failed to move and almost flew out.
When he staggered back, the green-faced and one-eyed man came up to him, spread out his body skills, and attacked from left and right.
The green-faced man stood up and swung his knife down, not seeking to kill, but intending to hurt.
Yao Yue's body was flying and flying, and the sword light, as dense as a torrential rain, fell from the sky, but it flew into the air.
The one-eyed man raised his hands, thirteen javelins flew out, the red tassel flashed, and hit Yao Yue with the sound of howling wind.
With a gentle wave of her hand, she dissolved the red tassel javelin into nothingness.
Yao Yue strolled forward, her sleeves fluttering gracefully, like a fairy in the sky strolling in the courtyard, spreading flowers and brushing willows, and in an understatement, she neutralized all the attacks of the two people and wiped out all their killing moves.
The one-eyed man still wanted to take action, but Ke Yingyue turned around and turned into a shadow, and the person appeared in front of him.
The one-eyed man didn't even see how she took action. His body went numb, and an astonishing chill spread from his body, penetrating his skin and bones, freezing his heart and lungs.
There was no resistance at all, and the person just stood frozen.
The green-faced man took the opportunity and wanted to run away, but as soon as he turned around, Yao Yue waved his hand and let out a burst of energy. He heard a "cluck" sound, like the sound of shattering rocks and cracking stone slabs.
He was knocked out and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of mud.
The one-legged man flew through the air and struck out three sticks like lightning. These three sticks were unparalleled and extremely powerful. There were probably very few people in the martial arts world who could escape the force of his stick wind.
Three sticks were struck, and everyone seemed to be looking at only one stick, and could only see one stick clearly.
Everyone looked at his attack in surprise, but in the next moment, everyone was so shocked that they almost bit their tongues.
The magic tricks of the three sticks were like child's play in front of Yao Yue. Her body seemed not to move at all, and the three sticks could not even touch the corners of her clothes.
One hand moves left and right, the movements are mysterious and unpredictable, and the changes are surprising.
Floatingly, the one-legged man also flew out and froze into shape after landing.
No one cheered, and no one spoke. They looked at Yao Yue in horror, and they also looked at Ran Yi in horror. These living people were afraid that the man would say another fatal word.
Yaoyue turned around, washing away her murderous intent, and restored her original unforgettable demeanor.
She looked at Anyan and said coldly: "Have you made enough trouble? You can't go back."
"Just go back."
After saying that, the man stood up, returned the sword to his waist, and walked away leisurely.
Yao Yuexing walked in front and disappeared from everyone's sight, while Ran Ran walked behind and suddenly turned around when he was going out.
Several people were almost scared to their knees by him and cried.
Ranran said quietly: "You were very polite to me, and you should have lived a good life. But in the end, you said something you shouldn't have said."
Shangguan Fei, who was covered in cold sweat, suddenly had a look of horror on his face.
Then he kicked his right foot lightly, and a javelin on the ground disappeared, turning into a wisp of silver light, dragging out a long silver line like a dreamlike flash.
The tip of the spear was inserted through Shangguan Fei's throat, and then flew out from the back of his neck, but no one could still see the javelin. The javelin hit the wall, punched a hole, and left no trace.
People left and people fell, but people here didn't dare to breathe.
That shot was enough to scare gods and ghosts, and move the faces of immortals and Buddhas. He just kicked it lightly, as if it could kill anyone.
After a while, the four men in yellow shirts moved first, and they carried the body out.
The old storyteller started smoking cigarettes again at some point. He watched the man in yellow carry the body away, then sighed and murmured: "They couple, one is more powerful than the other, and one is more terrifying than the other."
The braided girl asked: "Grandpa, who are the four people who died?"
The old man blew out the smoke and sighed again: "The green-faced one is Tang Du from the Tang Sect. He uses the 'Mantis Knife', which is tempered with poison. The white-haired old man is called Gao Xingkong. He is a famous acupuncture expert. He has a The Judge's Pen can hit one hundred and eight acupuncture points. The one-eyed Yan Shuangfei, with forty-nine flying spears, can be said to be the best hidden weapon master in the martial arts world. Tang Du is ranked 42nd in Bai Xiaosheng's "Weapons Spectrum", Gao Xing Kong is ranked thirty-seven, and Yan Shuangfei is ranked forty-six.”
The braided girl asked, "What about the lame and crutched one?"
Without waiting for the old storyteller to answer, the tall and thin man said first: "He is Zhuge Gang, the 'Sweeping Thousands of Armies', and he ranks eighth in the weapons spectrum."
The braided girl tilted her head and said, "He is eighth? But why do I see that he is no better than the other three?"
The tall and thin man smiled bitterly and said: "Because it's all the same to her. Whether it's the forty-sixth, the forty-second, the thirty-seventh, or the eighth, it doesn't matter to her." the difference."
The braided girl nodded in understanding.
After the tall and thin man finished speaking, he stood up and left.
The old storyteller continued: "His name is Ximen Rou, the seventh-ranked 'whip god' Ximen Rou in the weapon spectrum." "
