"This man doesn't seem to be as simple as he appears!" The woman in white is named Lin Yilian. She has a strong background. She is the third disciple of Liuxu, the leader of the three major sects in Penglai and Baihua Valley. Her cultivation has reached the early stage of innate cultivation.
And the man carrying the sword has a good background. His surname is Zhang Cheng, he is the son of Qingyun Mountain Taishang Sword Sect, Wangbeifengfeng advocated Jiudong's son, and his status in Qingyun Mountain is not low.
At the Taishang Sword Sect's kendo conference three years ago, Liu Xu, the leader of Baihua Valley, came to watch the ceremony with his disciples. Zhang Cheng was immediately impressed by Lin Yilian's beauty and began a crazy pursuit.
The two sects did not express any objection to this, but Zhang Cheng was narrow-minded, and a cold and arrogant woman like Lin Yilian naturally looked down on him, so they never expressed any objections. However, due to the relationship between the two sects, it was not good.
Say no bluntly.
This time Lin Yilian came to Qingdu to look for an elder from her master's sect. She didn't know where this person got the news from, so she actually followed him and pretended to meet him by chance in this remote place, but she was very shameless.
Zhang Cheng turned around and saw Lin Yilian staring at Chen Jinyuan's table. He thought Lin Yilian was looking at the 'handsome' Huo Shuixian, and his face suddenly turned as red as pig liver. He had already regarded Lin Yilian as a forbidden concubine, how could he
Allow others to get involved.
"Boy, no one taught you to respect your seniors?" Zhang Cheng snorted coldly. He felt inexplicably jealous of Huo Shuixian, a ridiculously handsome sissy. He flipped the chopsticks in his hand and electrocuted Huo Shuixian's chest.
Shoot away.
Acquired warriors are disrespectful to the innate strong, and they will be killed even if they are killed. As long as the opponent has no background, no one will say anything. This is a complete world of the jungle. First of all, he is the strong one, and secondly, he is the number one sect in Penglai.
The disciples of Taishang Daozong didn't care at all whether Huo Shuixian had a backing. He wanted to put Huo Shuixian to death and directly take Huo Shuixian's life.
"Hmph!" How could Chen Jinyuan let him succeed? He pointed with two fingers, and the chopsticks, which were as fast as arrows, were caught between them.
"Whoosh!"
Without any pause, the chopsticks in his hand were thrown back ten times faster than before.
"ah!"
With a scream, the chopsticks passed directly through Zhang Cheng's right chest. The whole thing was submerged into the wall, and then blood splashed out. Zhang Cheng's Taoist robe was dyed blood red in an instant. He covered his chest and screamed.
His butt fell to the ground.
Chen Jinyuan didn't even turn his head to look at him. Even he himself had never been as arrogant as this man. He actually wanted to kill someone in anger, and he still wanted to hurt Huo Shuixian. This could be regarded as a small lesson to him.
"Senior Brother Zhang!" Lin Yilian's cold and arrogant face finally showed a hint of shock. Everything happened so fast that she didn't react at all. She quickly stood up and walked to Zhang Cheng's side, tapping two fingers on Zhang Cheng's chest.
Stopping the blood that was constantly spraying, he quickly took out a pill and fed it to Zhang Cheng. Zhang Cheng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to regulate his breathing.
Zhang Cheng's breath was steady. Although the chopstick penetrated his chest, the injury was not fatal. Although Lin Yilian hated Zhang Cheng, she could not let Zhang Cheng die in front of her, and she had to die on the ninth floor. Otherwise, not only would she not be able to
You can't explain it to Taishang Daozong, but you can't explain it to Baihua Valley either.
He turned to look at Chen Jinyuan who was as if nothing had happened. His eyes were full of shock and fear. This man, who was born in the realm of the future, actually seriously injured Zhang Cheng, who was born in the future, and instantly broke Zhang Cheng's body-protecting energy. Zhang Cheng didn't even have a chance to parry, "It seems
I was indeed right, this person is indeed not simple!"
"Why did this young hero hurt someone in a small shop?" After seeing the blood, the diners on the second floor had no reason not to run away, so they all ran away. A female voice full of businessmanlike voice came, and for some reason
At that moment, an old lady appeared on the second floor without any warning.
"Who are you?" Chen Jinyuan turned around and frowned. This woman was a bit thin, dressed like a boss lady, with sparkling eyes. At first glance, she was a smart and capable woman.
"My name is Jiuniang, and I am the proprietress of the ninth floor!" The proprietress walked to Chen Jinyuan with a smile on her face, "Young hero hurt someone on my ninth floor, should you give me an explanation?"
With his spiritual consciousness, Chen Jinyuan flashed a look of surprise in his eyes. This woman has the realm of the mid-level innate, "When did the innate masters become so free of money? Even the proprietress of a restaurant has the strength of the mid-level innate. Could it be that this Penglai is really full of innates?"
Are you leaving?"
"Mrs. Boss, just now this brother passed the chopsticks to my friend, but I just handed it back. He couldn't catch it himself. How can you blame me for hurting someone?" Chen Jinyuan smiled, quite disapproving. He didn't want to cause trouble, but
He is not afraid of trouble, even if he really wants to get angry, he is a polished commander and has no fear of anyone.
"I see, I wonder where you are from, little brother? I haven't seen you in Qingdu City before?" Jiuniang pretended to be surprised and glanced at Chen Jinyuan in surprise. The waiter had already walked up with various dishes, and soon
A small table was filled up.
"Just a passerby from out of town!" Chen Jinyuan didn't even raise his head and went straight to fill his stomach.
"Uncle Ninth Master!"
Lin Yilian, who was standing next to Zhang Cheng just now, walked to Jiuniang's side. Only then did Chen Jinyuan raise his eyes. It turned out that these two people were related to his uncle and nephew, but he didn't know which faction they were from.
"Lian'er, come here and help the three young heroes!" Jiuniang pulled Lin Yilian over. As a master in the middle stage of innate talent, she could feel a great threat from Chen Jinyuan. Although this young man seemed to have only acquired talents.
However, she was certain that even she was no match for this person, because she could not seriously injure Zhang Cheng so lightly.
"No, we just don't know each other!" Chen Jinyuan waved his hand, giving people a very impatient feeling. He didn't want to have anything to do with these people, including the boss's wife.
"snort!"
Lin Yilian also snorted coldly. As a disciple of Baihua Valley, she was also a proud and arrogant person. Seeing that Chen Jinyuan was ignoring her, she was too lazy to talk to Chen Jinyuan, and her cold face was covered with frost.
"Uh, haha, this is my nephew Yilian. He has a somewhat cold personality, and he is like this to everyone. I hope you won't take it personally!" Jiuniang looked embarrassed and looked at Chen Jinyuan apologetically.
"Yeah, I'm going to kill you!"
Before Chen Jinyuan could answer, Zhang Cheng, who had just been sitting cross-legged on the ground injured and adjusting his breath, had already finished adjusting his breath. He opened his eyes, and the long sword behind his back was unsheathed with a clang, and he stabbed Chen Jinyuan straight with lightning speed.
The sword body suddenly flashed with cold light, and the sword light spread out several feet, pointing directly at Chen Jinyuan's throat. The muscles on his face were ferocious and terrifying, as if he wanted to cut off Chen Jinyuan's head from his neck to avenge his sword.
Jiuniang did not stop him, he also wanted Zhang Cheng to try the strength of the mysterious young man in front of him again.
With the same two fingers protruding out, Zhang Cheng's figure came to an abrupt stop. The tip of the sword had been clamped by Chen Jinyuan's two fingers, as if it was clamped by pliers, and he could not move forward at all. (To be continued...)
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