It was indeed for the matter of Jiang Tong.

Leng Wubing had already been mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that this group of horse thieves would come so quickly!

Now that he is getting closer, under the sunlight, he can see Hei Molie's ferocious appearance more clearly. Under his black helmet, his face is covered with a curly beard and a deep knife mark on his forehead, which makes him look even more ugly.

"Hmph! I was beaten by the Iron Village Master ten years ago, but Leng didn't want to repay me yet. Unexpectedly, the Iron Village Master sent someone to deliver it to my door!"

Leng Wubing snorted coldly, staring at the scar on Hei Molie’s forehead, “The second Hei Village Master was stabbed to the forehead, but he was loyal from now on. What a strange thing!”

The knife mark on Hei Molie's forehead was also left by Tie Xiefeng, the leader of Daohuangzhai.

Hei Molie was ambitious at the beginning and was not so convinced by the status of the Tiexuefeng Grand Village. At the moment, the two of them were compared to the sword, but he was knocked down by Tiexuefeng gently and head-on, leaving this scar. From then on, he did not dare to have any strange intentions again.

Leng Wubing mentioned this matter to sow the relationship between the two.

Hei Molie grinned, looked at Leng Wubing for a while, and shook his head, "I thought Mr. Leng was also a hero, but I didn't expect that it would be better to see him at first sight than to be famous."

He spread his hands and was calm, "I am not the opponent of the Great Village Master. Now he can definitely take my life easily with one knife. At that time, I was overestimated and lost to him and survived. I was proud."

"As for you, Mr. Leng... don't think about taking revenge. With your current sword skills, I'm afraid I can't be worthy of carrying shoes to the leader of the village!"

"I don't know how idiots like Jiang Tong died in your hands!"

His voice was rough and loud, and his few words were calm but convincing. Leng Wubing trembled all over, knowing that what he said might not be a false intimidation.

Tie Xiefeng is also a genius of swordsmanship. He was better than Leng Wubing in his heyday. Now, over the past few years, one has increased and the other has declined. I am afraid that he is really far from his opponent.

As soon as this thought moved, Leng Wubing suddenly felt a depressed thought in his heart.

"Brother Leng, don't worry. Even if Tie Xiefeng's martial arts are far better than us, today is just Hei Molie. Don't fall into his trap!"

Boss Sun frowned. Seeing Leng Wubing's expression changed, he knew that he had been bewitched and quickly reminded him.

Leng Wubing trembled and laughed.

"Hei Molie, this is just you brag about it. You are known as the second sword in Daohuang Village. In my opinion, I think Tiexuefeng may not have made any progress in the past few years. If you are brave enough, you will fight me first!"

Now three hundred horse thieves gathered in front of the village, and the villagers were panicked and their momentum was already frustrated. Even Leng Wubing's own will was greatly affected. Although he was not sure of victory, he could only bite the bullet and speak one-on-one challenge at this time.

Hei Molie laughed wildly, "Mr. Leng, you are no match for me now! Yes, today I am not as strong as a scoundrel. Just rely on my killing knife in my hand to learn about Mr. Leng's unique skills under the moon and snow! "

"If I lose, pat my butt and leave!"

"If the old man loses, please hand over the Frost Snow Knife and Wuji Xuan Gong!"

He was not afraid at all, and even had a little teasing tone, his face full of confidence.

Leng Wubing back then may have been a generation of swordsmen, and should not be underestimated. Now he is old and sick, how can he be the opponent of Hei Molie in his prime?

The leader of the village has made every decision. Since he sent him to this place, he is naturally sure to win!

Leng Wubing's expression darkened. Although he knew that Hei Molie was not aggressive, and that he was completely focused under the 300 horse thieves, it was impossible for him to be completely focused. One went up and the other was deteriorating, and he was already at a disadvantage.

But when it comes to this, how could he not respond? Leng Wubing gritted his teeth and was about to agree, but heard a clear voice from a young man not far behind the three hundred horse thieves.

"The Frost and Snow Knife is in my hands now. If the second leader of the Hei Village wants to challenge, he should challenge me. Only after he wins over me can he be qualified to fight Master Leng!"

Ye Chongtian hurried down from the back mountain and arrived just now.

He heard a few conversations between Leng Wubing and Hei Molie, and naturally he could roughly guess what is happening now.

The horse thief from Daohuangzhai got the news that Jiang Tong was killed and is here to take revenge now!

——Of course, it is better to say that they want to get two things, Frost and Snow Knife and Wuji Xuan Gong, than to take revenge!

Ye Chongtian was in the world in the sword, but he felt that the world was becoming more and more real. As he became more and more devoted, he naturally felt that there were things he wanted to protect in this world!

This may also be part of a series of tasks, and there may be huge rewards.

But, even if there is no reward—

In order to protect the tranquility of Jian Village and for Master Leng's peaceful old age, Ye Chongtian would still voluntarily look back and stand up to meet this challenge!

Hei Molie was surprised. He suddenly turned his head and the armor on his body made a clanging sound.

Three hundred horse thieves scattered, revealing a path.

Ye Chongtian and Hei Molie faced each other head-on. Hei Molie was standing on the flat ground, but Hei Molie was straddling the horse. In addition, he was much taller than him, so the proportions seemed extremely inconsistent.

But even so, Ye Chongtian's momentum was not weak at all. He stood quietly in the local area, holding the Frost and Snow Knife in his hand, hanging down obliquely, but did not change the murderous intent and strong aura in the knife!

"What a teenager!"

Hei Molie's eyes narrowed, and a surprised light appeared in his eyes.

When he turned around, he saw a teenager. Hei Molie could not hide his disappointment, but then he saw the Frost and Snow Knife in Ye Chongtian's hand and felt the amazing knife intent on his body, which changed immediately.

"Since Mr. Leng's favorite Frost and Snow Knife was brought into his hands, then let's talk about it--"

He turned his head to the side, looked at Leng Wubing and sneered, "This is Mr. Leng's proud disciple. Will he be so young to die?"

Leng Wubing glanced at Ye Chongtian, showed appreciation on his face, and shook his head slightly.

"This Young Master Ye is not my successor. I just taught him a few sword techniques. How can I be qualified to be his master?"

His words are also a truth.

Ye Chongtian’s qualifications are so high that with his few subtle skills, how can he be qualified to mislead his children?

It is his honor that Ye Chongtian can learn his martial arts and let him pass on his fire!

This young man's roots, qualifications, and nature are all the best choices, and his future achievements are limitless.

Who is qualified to be a teacher in the world?

"The Frost and Snow Knife is Mr. Ye who asked me. The evil disciple Jiang Tong also died at the hands of Mr. Ye. If you have courage, fight him!"

Leng Wubing laughed loudly, Hei Molie's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face changed drastically!

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Chapter completed!