Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three: The Dying Man
"No one is instructing me. If I really want to say it, it can be regarded as repaying the favor of the Liu family for my master."
There was a hint of sadness in Bai Che's eyes, and he told the truth.
The old lame man with withered hair on the side nodded slightly when he heard this, and decided that this argument was not too different from his guess.
This guy knows a little bit about silver needle techniques, so he is definitely not self-taught, and the martial arts world is actually not much different from other walks of life. There is an order of hierarchy, and it is almost common for disciples to do things for the big guys of the sect.
"My master's Taoist name is Qingteng, and the outside world often calls him the layman Qingteng. Last year, he came to Qincheng as a guest and stayed for a while. The Liu family treated him very well. Unexpectedly, after he left Qincheng, the Liu family was brutally destroyed.
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He just narrated calmly, his eyes slightly cold when facing one of the executioners of the Yun family in front of him.
Ha ha!
The old lame laughed suddenly, looked at Yun Qing, and explained with a confident look: "Young Master, I thought I could hear some shocking information, but after thinking about it, this is the case... Ivy Sect
In the past few years, I have been wandering around Daxia like a street rat.
It has long lost its former glory. This kid is probably an unknown person in the Ivy League. He comes out under the name of the Ivy League boss. He is too involved in the drama. It is okay to deceive some laymen, but it is a pity that he is in front of me.
, a clown is a clown, he can’t jump.”
Yun Qing's face was filled with questions.
Lao Lai is also very patient: "Ivy Sect is an old man, and the Ivy Sect is indeed a powerful person, but Ivy Sect is a martial arts sect with more than a thousand disciples, and there are too many who are just pretending to be a disciple, so they can really be regarded as disciples.
There are only direct descendants, which are very rare. No matter how bad a person like this is, he will not open a small shop here in Qincheng to make a living."
The information that Lao Lai said was indeed no problem in the early years, but it is outdated now. It is a pity that this person's vision is limited. He is a martial arts worshiper in the Yun family in eastern Guangdong, and has long been lost in various
Worshiped and praised.
"So, Mr. Hai, this guy is just a pawn. He wants to use the Ivy Sect to scare me?!" Yun Qing naturally believed in the old lame's judgment and asked again.
Lai Lai nodded, his face full of confidence, and he had a chance to win.
After all, if Bai Che can really tell me some capable background, maybe the lame man will analyze it with Yun Qing on the spot, and there can be different ways to deal with Bai Che.
"You bastard, do you have anything else to say? If not, kneel down and beg for mercy. I, Yun Qing, can leave you a whole body!"
Perhaps because he was in a completely relaxed mood, Yun Qing habitually used the typical swear words from eastern Guangdong when calling Bai Che.
Bai Che touched his nose, his eyes were cold, and he did not insist on asking unnecessary nonsense about the Zhou family in Heijiang.
"This old senior is a master in the early stages of transformation, right?"
For some reason, Bai Che looked at La Lai and asked.
Um?!
The old man with withered hair moved his eyes and nodded immediately, but his mood did not change much.
"Boy, you don't need to pretend anymore. What can I do? It's enough to kill you."
"Yeah. And there's all this firepower..."
Bai Che lowered his head and looked at the red sniper dots wandering around his body, as if muttering to himself.
"To be honest, if it weren't for me, ordinary martial arts experts, even the so-called geniuses on the Huashen List, would have narrowly escaped death if they entered the game today."
"Aren't you crazy to talk so much nonsense when you are about to die? If you hadn't told Zheng Xi that you wanted him to see you kneel down and beg for mercy, you wouldn't even have the chance to talk now."
"Forehead."
Bai Che uttered one word, and the wind started to rise.
And just as Bai Che's aura showed signs of blooming, the old lame figure who had been keeping his eyes on him also moved.