The woman also noticed the strangeness on her chest, her face flushed for a while, 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 Shaohan's dull eyes glanced around, and immediately landed on the blood stains on the floor.
Previously, Ye Shaohan was standing on the stairs listening to the music. Naturally, he could also hear what was happening here?
With his eyebrows slightly furrowed, Ye Shaohan walked directly towards the woman. When he passed by Wang Lin, Wang Lin snorted deliberately and looked at Ye Shaohan provocatively.
Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan 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 Shaohan 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 Shaohan's eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps under the influence of Mo Che, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan stood up and helped the mute woman up. The woman smiled gratefully at Ye Shaohan. This smile was beautiful.
For a mute woman, all she can do is smile.
This smile was so miserable, but at this moment, Ye Shaohan and Huo Qilin did not notice that there was an inexplicable shaking on the fourth-generation Moon God Pendant inside the Qilin.
The shaking was very inconspicuous, and because Huo Qilin was in retreat and Ye Shaohan didn't pay any attention to it, neither of them noticed it.
He pressed the woman's back with his right hand, and the spiritual energy slowly flowed through the woman's body, straightening out the woman's tumbling blood.
When he caught a glimpse of the bright red birthmark on the woman's face, the birthmark looked familiar at first glance. Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan's hand. The blood was a little warm.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan 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 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 Shaohan.
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 Shaohan stood indifferently, his right hand still pressed behind the mute girl's back. He turned a blind eye to this powerful sword.
At this time, Ye Shaohan's behavior was undoubtedly a suicide in the eyes of everyone. Wang Lin was also the leader of the 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. Looking at Ye Shaohan's motionless figure, there was a hint of deep thought in her eyes.
Just when the sword was about to touch Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaohan moved. He raised his left hand slightly, slowly stretched out his left finger, and gently touched 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 fierce sword energy, especially the young man's grasp of the timing was astonishing.
"Is it a Spirit Emperor sword? The quality is quite good!" Ye Shaohan glanced at the sword, and then said softly: "Do you want to be my enemy?"
Ye Shaohan has been exposed to thousands of sword intentions throughout his long career in swordsmanship, and naturally understands that any sword weapon has a certain spirituality to some extent.
However, Ye Shaohan's casual words contained the flavor of artistic conception. He integrated the artistic conception into his behavior, and his words were spoken as he meant them!
Before Ye Shaohan 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?
Holding the tip of the sword, Ye Shaohan flicked it lightly, and the crisp sword roar resounded.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at Wang Lin, who was full of astonishment, and said calmly: "Swords are used to kill people, not to show off one's power!"
At this moment, Wang Lin felt as if the sword in his hand was embedded in the rock, unable to move at all.
Spiritual energy surged wildly, and no matter how hard Wang Lin tried, he could not shake Ye Shaohan's figure.
"Your Majesty, are you really going to go against me for this woman?" Wang Lin said coldly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
As the leader of the Lianyun Sect, Wang Lin could naturally sense that the boy in front of him must not be underestimated, so his tone could not help but become serious.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan said calmly: "I always hate it when people point swords at me, but now you point your sword at me, what do you think?"
Listening to Ye Shaohan's unkind words, Wang Lin's face darkened and he said coldly: "It seems that you are deliberately going against me, the Lianyun Sect!"
Lianyun Sect and Sword Valley are also well-known in this area of tens of thousands of miles, and their reputation is prominent. Be it Sword Valley or Lianyun Sect, however, in Ye Shaohan's view, these sects are not the same as the destroyed Shenlei Sect.
No difference.
With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan supported the mute girl, turned his head and whispered: "Can you still hold on?"
Although the woman was mute, she was not deaf. When she heard the words, the woman nodded slightly, but her face was extremely pale.
While Ye Shaohan was communicating with the mute girl, Wang Lin suddenly took a step forward, raised his left hand slightly, and with a surge of energy, he struck directly at Ye Shaohan.
Wow! Everyone was in an uproar. This Wang Lin actually made a sneak attack?
"Huh!" Without even turning his head, Ye Shaohan snorted, a powerful aura emerged from his body, and the air fluctuated violently at this moment.
An invisible energy surged on Ye Shaohan's left arm, which instantly spread to the sword finger, and the terrifying energy exploded instantly.
A terrifying force came from the hilt of the sword, and Wang Lin's arm was shaken to the point of numbness.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the sword in Wang Lin's hand suddenly came out, and finally it was thrown back in a strange way, and finally inserted into Wang Lin's chest.
When the sword came away, Ye Shaohan's sword finger wrapped in sword energy was slightly divided, and his index finger suddenly flicked away, directly breaking through Wang Lin's palm force, and landed on Wang Lin's chest.
The strength exploded, and Wang Lin felt as if all the bones in his body were broken, and the heartbreaking pain flooded his whole body like a tide.
Bang bang! Wang Lin's figure fell into the shape of a broken kite, and he retreated a few steps backwards. Finally, he crashed directly through the wall where the swordsman came from, and fell downwards like a falling meteor.
Blood stains surged wildly. Looking at the top floor where the swordsman had come, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of fear. He suppressed the injury, stepped slightly, and quickly shot into the distance. This Wang Lin actually escaped?
Sawdust was flying, and the passers-by below were looking at this scene in astonishment. Isn't that Wang Lin? Why is he in such a mess?
For a moment, the passers-by below looked up at the swordsman, where a thin figure emerged.
Standing in front of the dilapidated window, Ye Shaohan quietly watched the fleeing figure until it disappeared without pursuing it.
In Ye Shaohan's induction, two extremely powerful auras followed behind Wang Lin. Those two auras were no less than his own, and they were obviously from the fake Spirit Sect realm.
Previously, Ye Shaohan sensed the existence of two powerful auras around the swordsman. Now it seems that those two people should be protecting Wang Lin. If Ye Shaohan takes action to kill Wang Lin, he will definitely be blocked by these two people.
"Lianyun Sect!" Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, holding the sword post in his arms. It seems that sending the post here is going to be interesting.