Naturally, these three people are disciples of Sword Valley. The leading man is called Su Yun, and the other two women are his junior sisters.
Wang Lin smiled evilly, he had never failed when it came to the prey he wanted.
A sharp aura filled the air around Wang Lin, and the noise at the scene dissipated, leaving the entire top floor in terrifying silence.
After raising his glass, Wang Lin looked down at the woman below him and smiled evilly. His terrifying coercion spread out and enveloped the woman's figure.
This woman was just an ordinary person, with no cultivation at all. How could she withstand this terrifying pressure? Her thin and delicate body was trembling constantly, and her eyes showed a look of horror.
Under this terrifying pressure, she didn't even have a chance to move, so she could only falter.
With a faint smile, Wang Lin bent his body slightly, and the wine glass in his hand poured slightly. The wine flowed out from the corner of the glass, and a crystal clear thin line emerged.
Under Wang Lin's skillful control, the wine flowed directly into the woman's chest.
The white gauze was immediately soaked by the wine. Looking up, the white gauze also became extremely transparent. Wang Lin smiled evilly and his eyes fell on the raised part of the woman's chest. The two protruding little red dots appeared
Very eye-catching.
The woman also noticed something strange on her chest, her face flushed, and she hesitated, trying to resist, but it was a pleasure to fall into Wang Lin's eyes.
Raising his right hand slightly, Wang Lin gently brushed away the woman's long, silky hair. When Wang Lin's eyes touched the eye-catching birthmark, the smile at the corner of his mouth froze instantly.
The bright red birthmark looked so shocking that Wang Lin felt like he had been deceived.
The wine glass fell from his hand. Wang Lin directly grabbed the woman's long, silky hair and shook it hard.
Some of her long hair was caught directly, and under this force, the woman's figure was directly hit against a pillar on the side.
Bang! There was a dull sound, and the woman's delicate body hit the pillar directly.
Bang bang! The woman rolled around on the floor weakly for several times. Because her throat could not make a sound, she did not even let out a scream.
"It's really disappointing. I thought I found a good prey, but it turned out to be an ugly monster. It really ruined my elegance!" Wang Lin said angrily. After speaking, he kicked out his right foot and hit the woman directly.
Bang! The woman's figure directly hit the pillar behind her, blood dripped from the corner of the woman's mouth, and a trail of blood spread out.
When he caught a glimpse of the bright red birthmark on the woman's cheek, Wang Lin felt disgusted and wanted to get up and kick the woman once or twice.
Seeing this, Su Yun, a disciple of Sword Valley, finally couldn't stand it anymore. Wang Lin insulted this weak woman as a son of the same sect, which really went against the style of the Lianyun Sect.
Su Yun stood up, ignoring the dissuasion of her two junior sisters, but before she could step out, a burst of powerful footsteps sounded in the quiet floor.
The sound of footsteps was extremely powerful, and it was obviously caused by someone on purpose. In response, everyone looked around the corner of the stairs to see who it was.
Who would offend Wang Lin's anger at this time? For a moment, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the corner. After a few breaths, a figure emerged.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned. When did the swordsman's waiter become so bold?
His whole body was soaked with cold sweat. The waiter looked at everyone with a pale face and immediately stood aside, but the sound of his footsteps was still ringing.
A thin figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, stepping onto the last step. Ye Chen's dull eyes glanced around, and immediately landed on the blood stains on the floor.
Previously, Ye Chen was standing on the stairs listening to the music. Naturally, he could also hear what was happening here?
With his eyebrows slightly furrowed, Ye Chen walked directly towards the woman. When he passed by Wang Lin, Wang Lin snorted deliberately and looked at Ye Chen provocatively.
Ye Chen turned a blind eye to Wang Lin's provocation, his face changed slightly, he quickly walked forward a few steps, bent down, and inspected the woman's injuries.
The woman's injuries were extremely serious. How could this woman's weak body withstand Wang Lin's kick?
Ye Chen remembered that Mo Che said that if the eyes are the windows to the human soul, then the sound of the piano is the window to the souls of us piano players.
Although it was just a piece of piano sound, Ye Chen understood it, understood the sadness in the woman's heart and the helplessness of the oppression of life.
Blood stains were scattered all over the ground, and also fell on the guqin. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps under the influence of Mo Che, Ye Chen always had an inexplicable affection for the person who played the guqin.
Warriors pursue martial arts, but for harp players, what we pursue is just the world of the sound of the harp, not for profit or fame, but for the sound of the harp.
With Mo Che's whisper still ringing in his ears, Ye Chen stood up and helped the mute woman up. The woman smiled gratefully at Ye Chen. This smile was beautiful.
For a mute woman, all she can do is smile.
This smile was so miserable, but at this moment, Ye Chen and Huo Qilin did not notice that there was an inexplicable shaking on the fourth-generation Moon God pendant inside the Qilin ring.
The shaking was very inconspicuous, and because Huo Qilin was in retreat, Ye Chen didn't pay any attention to it, so neither of them noticed it.
Holding the woman's back with his right hand, the true energy slowly flows through the woman's body, straightening out the tumbling blood energy of the woman.
He caught a glimpse of the bright red birthmark on the woman's face. The birthmark looked familiar at first glance. Ye Chen was slightly startled and couldn't help but feel a trance. The birthmark looked like a crescent moon.
Blood dripped from the corner of the mute girl's mouth and onto the back of Ye Chen's hand. The blood was a little warm.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen raised his head, and his dull eyes began to become extremely sharp. He looked at Wang Lin coldly and said lightly: "Don't you think it's too much?"
Hearing this, Wang Lin laughed loudly and unscrupulously, but Su Yun and the other three people next to him saw the burning anger in his eyes. He, Wang Lin, had never been scolded in public, let alone the young man in front of him!
"Who are you, related to this woman?" Wang Lin stopped laughing, casually held the long sword behind his back, unsheathed the long sword, stabbed forward a few times at will, and chuckled: "Boy, hero
It is understandable to save a beauty, but the woman you saved is a bit ugly, but even if you disturb my elegance, you have to pay the same price as her!"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin took a few steps forward. Amid the stunned gazes around him, the long sword, carrying a sharp sword energy, shot towards Ye Chen.
No one expected that Wang Lin had such a weird temperament, that he would hurt someone with his sword just by saying a word.
Ye Chen stood there indifferently, his right hand still pressed behind the mute girl's back. Ye Chen seemed to have not seen this powerful sword.
At this time, Ye Chen's behavior was undoubtedly a suicide in the eyes of everyone. Wang Lin was also the leader of Lianyun Sect after all, and his cultivation level was naturally not bad. Since this young man dared to do so.
The two women standing behind Su Yun both sighed slightly. The woman in white gauze said softly: "That young man is too rich!"
However, Su Yun next to her didn't think so. She looked at Ye Chen's motionless figure with a look of deep thought in her eyes.
Just when the sword was about to touch Ye Chen, Ye Chen moved, raised his left hand slightly, and slowly stretched out his left finger, gently touching the tip of Wang Lin's sword. Wang Lin couldn't help but pause.
Everyone was shocked for a while, looking at the slender fingers, but there were no marks on them.
Everyone could not imagine how this single finger could withstand Wang Lin's sharp blow and the sharp sword energy, especially the young man's grasp of timing was astonishing.
"Is it a Qi weapon sword? The quality is pretty good!" Ye Chen glanced at the sword, and then said softly: "Do you want to be my enemy?"
During the long journey of swordsmanship, Ye Chen had been exposed to thousands of sword intentions, and he naturally understood that any sword weapon had a certain spirituality to some extent.
However, Ye Chen's casual words contained the flavor of artistic conception. He integrated the artistic conception into his behavior and said it as he meant it!
Before Ye Chen finished speaking, the sword made a buzzing sound, and Wang Lin felt a sense of fear from it!
How is this possible? This is something Wang Lin has never felt on his sword before?