After Ye Du said that, he suddenly shook his shoulders and shook Hai Shen's arm from his shoulders. Then another hand that was not holding an umbrella suddenly grabbed Hai Shen's arm. With a sudden force, Hai Shen's face suddenly changed from flesh to white, and then red. He couldn't help but want to pull down his hand on his arm, but it was impossible to do it at all. The other party's hand seemed to be growing on his arm.

"ah……"

A scream shocked the voices of countless people in the Iron Sword Inn. Unfortunately, no one came out, and even the shopkeeper did not come out. Because Haishen has started to make trouble and cause trouble everywhere since he came, so everyone was happy that he was bullied.

Ye Du waited for the other party to shout, and suddenly took his hand off his arm. Four blood holes appeared on the other party's arm, bleeding constantly. Hai Shen covered his arm with his hands and looked up at Ye Du, like an angry tiger.

"Don't look at me, you can take me to meet your leader now." After Ye Du said this, he took out part of the money on the table and took it away, and the rest was treated as the Iron Sword Inn.

"Boy, you think you want to see my leader with this skill. You underestimate our Bashan Sword Sect too much." Haishen pinched his arm a few times, then took out a black cloth bag from his arms, which contained something that looked like dry herbs. He put it directly in his mouth and chewed it on it, and it was strange that it was no longer bleeding on it.

Then he took out the long sword that had exceeded two meters from his back, then held it with both hands, looked at him with a sneer, "Boy, Hai Ye's money is not that easy to get."

"Oh." Ye Du didn't take it seriously, just stood there with an umbrella, as if he didn't look down on him at all.

"Since you like it so much, I will let you like it enough." After Hai Shen finished speaking, the long sword in his hand came directly to him with a force to slash Huashan. The heavy sword combined with his strong arm strength really felt a bit sharp. However, the long sword should have been light and sharp, but his long sword was a Badao all the way, so there were not many ways to change it.

And he aimed at Ye Du's neck. If he hit the slash, his head would have to fly out. So Ye Du gently inserted the umbrella in his hand towards the ground and placed it there. Then suddenly disappeared in front of him, then appeared behind him, and said with a smile, "Come again."

Haishen's long sword in his hand was too powerful and he didn't take it back for a while and almost fell down. However, after hearing Ye Du's words, he suddenly turned around and the long sword in his hand hit the ground, causing the ground of the Iron Sword Inn, which had wood as the floor, to fly up directly. Ye Du didn't fight back at all, but just kept changing his position, while Haishen's long sword demolished the lobby of the inn.

When he was panting, Ye Du suddenly took action again, pinching the back of his neck, making him unable to help but give up the long sword in his hand, and then said coldly, "I'm tired of playing, take me to see Qiuding Peak now."

"You will dodge, you coward, have the ability to fight me." Haishen is really brave. Such behavior allows him to persevere.

"Crack." Ye Du seemed to have no such good patience. Suddenly, his hands were extremely strong, and he pinched his neck creaked, as if the neck would break at the next moment. Then Hai Shen was about to say something, but he heard him say, "My patience is limited, I hope you can cherish it."

Hai Shen opened his mouth and found that his neck seemed to be locked by an iron ring, and he could not resist at all. The cold air in the other party's words made him feel cold in his heart for some reason and he couldn't help but spit, "Okay."

Ye Du then slowly let go of him, then smiled and took the umbrella off the ground and said, "I'm so good."

"Be good, your mother." When Hai Shen heard this, he immediately exploded. The sword in his hand disappeared, and only the big fist of a casserole hit Ye Du's head. If he hit it, he would either die or be injured.

Ye Du seemed to have never thought of this. Suddenly when his fist appeared in front of him, he shook his left hand in the air, and then grabbed it like a finger on a sand ball, directly piercing through Haishen's fist. Then he suddenly exerted force, and his fingers broke free from the other party's fist and threw Haishen to the ground. Blood flowed like the sea, and Haishen's palms could hardly be seen, and the blood was whispered in the blood. Then he looked down at him and said, "You dare to insult my mother. It seems that you are impatient."

As he said that, the umbrella in his hand was about to make a few holes in his body, but suddenly someone said coldly, "Don't you think it's too much for sir to do this?"

The tip of the umbrella in Yedu's hand was a piece of hardwood, which was directly inserted into Haishen's thighs. Then, listening to his fierce screams, he felt a little happy.

"You!" The voice just now thought his words were useful, but in the end, the person ignored them and had to walk out.

He was a sad old man, with a gray-white head and a ragged dress. He was holding a branch-like scabbard in his hand, and his wrinkles were like thin strips washed out by raindrops on the ground. His eyes were as ugly as wrinkles on a dead branch, his beard was as messy as weeds, but his figure was very short. When he walked in front of Ye Du, he only reached his neck. There was a strange smell on his body, and his eyes were full of death. His long face felt a sense of decay, which made people feel uncomfortable at first sight.

"Boy, you dare to hurt him in front of me. I think you are seeking death." The old man's voice was like the voice of an old crow, and the gurgling was very ugly and harsh, making people unable to help but get goose bumps after hearing it.

"Okay, it's over, right?" Ye Du said impatiently, "I'll come to Qiu Dingfeng. What kind of thing are you? I'll give you face. You have to take care of it. I really think I have a good temper?"

"Okay, okay, okay..." When the old man said this, his figure seemed to appear suddenly like the autumn wind, and the haze appeared after the night rain on Bashan was as casual and ghostly as the haze appeared on the night rain on Bashan. The person was ugly, and with such an action, it became even more weird. At the same time, the branch in his hand suddenly had a hole, and then his shriveled fingers suddenly pulled out a long sword from it. It was very thin, very thin, like an iron wire, the color was gray, the sword edge was black and gray, not long, but it was very sharp, showing the ghost floating out of the cold night.

But this action was very fast. When he took those few steps, the sword in his hand was in his hand, almost a subconscious action. After the sword was in his hand, he twisted the sword in his hand very evilly, and moved more than forty attacks against Ye Du's head, head, face, neck, chest, waist and thighs for more than 40 times. It seemed that he was letting go at one point and had no power. But Ye Du knew that although he was testing, he used all his strength every time. If he didn't face the battle, he would be hit at a certain moment. For many people, killing someone is easy, but it is the most difficult to hurt you and not easily cure it.

At this time, Ye Du was like a scholar who was going out for the first time to study or outing. He looked at the scenery outside and was refreshing and casual and casual in spring. He just kept changing positions, as if there were some places on the ground that were not easy to stand, and at the same time there was a slight smile on his face.

However, this old man and Haishen were not the same as Haishen. One was taking a heavy path and the other was taking a mysterious path. So after Ye Du flashed through his continuous attacks, he was about to take action, but the old man was about to turn around. The long sword in his hand directly stabbed Ye Du's chest, but the entrance was not deep, so he suddenly retreated because if he continued to stab, Ye Du's fingers would pinch his neck. The movement of his pinching Haishen's neck just now was seen.

Seeing the old man who was turning back, Haishen couldn't help but shout, "I'm still old, I must teach this kid a lesson."

He still didn't reply because he knew what he had just encountered, staring at Ye Du with sharp eyes to prevent his sudden movements.

Ye Du felt a little pain in his chest, and couldn't help but look down and saw something red on it. He knew he was having a lottery, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, but instead had a bit of an abnormal thought.

After being protected for a long time, he began to be a little confused. This is also the reason why some people who have eaten enough and have never suffered hardships in their lives cannot persevere to the end. The principle of promoting mien to fight against migrants is a criterion in any era.

Ye Du has been protected by Ye Tan for too long. Sometimes he thinks Ye Tan is a god, but he obviously grew up with him, so he is resentful, so he suppresses it. This so-called old man gives him an outlet to vent and return to normal.

He reached out and pinched his chest gently. He felt the subtle feeling of empathy between his skin, which made his face tremble slightly. Then he looked down at his fingers. He couldn't help laughing again. He looked at him and said, "You are very good. It's the first time I've been bleeding since I was born. Good, very good, because you have helped me so much, so I don't plan to kill you."

When I talked about this, I suddenly realized that I was staring at me as if I was staring at me. This feeling was the feeling that I encountered when I was in my twenties when I was in my twenties and ran to the mountains to learn swords. Now I also encountered it on such a rainy day. I couldn't help but suddenly pull out the thin sword that I just put away, and looked at the young man in front of me. What is this young man doing, why did he give him this feeling?

"Come again." Ye Du put the umbrella aside, then bent his fingers into claws, and placed them on both sides of his body, looking at him, "Come on, I'll try your weight."

After saying that, he grabbed the old pill hole on his shoulder with one hand, and shouted, "Hold the cloud style."

The old shoulder trembled slightly and took a step back. At the same time, the sword in his hand wanted to hit the other party's fingers directly, but after the other party's fingers were slightly talked about acne, he immediately changed directions, shook his hands, and took the other party's temples, shouting, "Pearl-grabbing style."

The temple is so important, so I still know that it is still old. He took a few steps back and avoided these things, but the other party's technique became even more fierce. Seeing him retreating, Ye Du followed closely behind, with a "moon-snap" move, and the "Fengfu acupoint" was used to empty the back of his head.

He was still old and not tall, so he just thought he could dodge it with a little relaxation, but he didn't know that Ye Du's footwork was much better than he thought, so just as he was about to lower his body, he heard the voice of his leader when he drew his sword from his waist.

"stop."

Because at the moment when he was still old, Ye Du's other hand had already passed through the sword in his hand and hit his chest directly. His finger was not a gentle thing like a yang finger, but a dragon gripper, which was extremely ruthless. So he grabbed the old chest and lifted the thin man up. Then he suddenly exerted force, and the humiliation of the old had not yet dissipated, and he fainted.

And his other hand was about to crush the old guy's arm, so that when he could not use the long sword for the rest of his life, he felt an autumn wind blowing across the opposite side and a sword rain floated.

A sword to know Qiuqiu Ding Peak is definitely not a false reputation.

"Haha." Ye Du threw the old man aside, laughing loudly, and the sound was like a real thunder. He rubbed his body up. The dragon grasper in his hand was like a storm, "wind-catching style", "shadow-catching style", "picking piano style", "drum-pong style", "pumping style", "punching the empty style", "holding the broken style", "guarding the missing style", and eight styles are in a row, and they are attacking quickly.

The sword in Qiu Dingfeng's hand was like the beginning of the night rain. Although it was not very cold, it was very uncomfortable. After the opponent's fingers attacked him, he handed the sword out directly, just like the autumn wind falling leaves. Within a little bit, he blocked the opponent's path and could also cut some small holes on Ye Du's body. Although he did not touch the flesh, it also made him feel embarrassed.

But at this time, Ye Du was very crazy. In addition to the very strong moves in front of the Dragon Grab, the last two moves were soft. This martial art that combines both hardness and softness is actually no longer considered martial arts, but a philosophy.

However, the Bashan sword technique of Qiuding Peak is really airtight, but it feels miserable. Every time it is the most impossible angle, but it just blocks Ye Du's offensive technique.

"This young man, is it enough?" Qiu Dingfeng cut Ye Du's arm with a sword and stopped, because such martial arts people must be not ordinary people. He doesn't want to offend too much, and it will be troublesome at that time.

"You are not bad, very awesome, so take me in the last move, and the two dragons go out to sea."

Ye Du felt his body burning, and he didn't know what scratch method the other party used, but he felt so. After his words, his agile steps disappeared and became much heavier. At the same time, he rushed towards Qiu Dingfeng, who had already collected his sword.

A trace of hostility flashed in Qiu Dingfeng's eyes, and the long sword in his hand pierced his palm directly, but Ye Du was directly printed on the other party's chest at this moment, then retreated violently, standing there looking at Qiu Dingfeng with a surprised look on his face, and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Despicable." Hai Shen couldn't help but curse when he saw him attacking like this, but the other party ignored this at all. Instead, he looked at Qiu Dingfeng opposite him and asked with a smile. His palm was bleeding, but he seemed to be unable to feel it at all.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Qiu Dingfeng looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help asking. At the same time, more than 20 people appeared around, all from the Bashan Sword Sect, surrounding Ye Du. As long as Qiu Dingfeng gave the order, he would be beaten and killed by these people.

"As humans, how can you not be afraid of death? So do I." Ye Du took out his palm and looked at it. He found a small hole. He gently stroked it with his hand. He felt the heart-wrenching pain. Then his eyebrows trembled, "You are not bad. I thought I could defeat you, but I didn't expect it to fail. Oh, it's embarrassing."

His words are definitely not too ridiculed by others, but to be honest, there are so many experts in Yejia Village, and he is not yet a good person.

"Boy, are you planning to humiliate me in the Bashan Sword Sect?" Qiu Dingfeng said, and the long sword in his hand waved in the air, and a gust of cold wind seemed to be rushing out of nothing, while Ye Du waved his hand quickly, "Master Qiu misunderstood. I just played on a whim. As for the things you want, people from the Iron Sword Martial Arts Hall will come to talk to you at that time, but if I die here, then there is no need to talk about it."

"You are indeed their lobbyist." Qiu Dingfeng took back the sword and said in a cold voice.

"You think too much, their money is not enough for me to eat. Okay, I have had enough fun. The people here are good, but be careful at that time. Jiang Sheng's sword technique is good, but I think he should not be your opponent to the head, but don't forget that his master is here, so he is here. Okay, goodbye."

After Ye Du said this lie-like thing, he suddenly picked up the umbrella in front of him and disappeared directly into the local area.

"Sect Master, why did you let this person go?" Although Hai Shen was covered in holes, he couldn't help asking.

"Yes, he injured Haishen and Huan Lao. If he let him go like this, wouldn't it be a good deal for him?" Another young swordsman also said, "He was Liu Chengyu, the second disciple of Qiu Ding Peak.
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