Tang Baihu was not dead. He was lying behind the uncle, unabashedly hidden in a sack.
"Is this a kidnapping case?"
Jili Gulu was confused.
Forget about kidnapping, you bombed Yuzhou City like this.
Do you really think that the City Lord's Mansion is a place that is easy to bully? If you come here to pee, do I still want to buy you a drink?
What a joke!
Soon, he noticed pools of blood on the ground, and a deep pit filled with various...
Body fragments?
"A massacre?"
Jili Gulu was confused again.
Tang Baihu is not dead, so who is this dead person?
He couldn't figure it out at all...
Judging from this situation, Tang Baihu is just a bystander at most. After all, he is only a doctor at the fourth level.
When fighting against a gentleman, Jili Gulu has never seen such a ferocious fighting posture.
His eyes turned to the uncle standing in front of the sack, wondering in his heart, could it be him?
Jili Gulu said in surprise: "Oh my god, he is actually a practitioner at the first level of doctorate level?"
Sensing the uncle's strength, Jili Gulu's scalp was about to explode. What on earth was going on?
Jili Gulu didn't believe that Junzi would fight with Tang Baihu in such a situation, let alone be defeated by a person who was only at the first level of the Ph.D. level.
However, the only person standing in the field was this person.
This confused Jiligulu.
He decided to wait and see how things would develop.
"Don't worry yet!"
He said to himself: "If that woman were here, she would definitely let me observe it, so let's see how things develop first!"
He gently tapped the golden Zen staff in his hand, making a "dong-dong" sound.
He counted silently in his mind, one, two...
At the city lord's palace, four gentlemen stepped into the city gate.
The middle-aged man opposite...
Forget it, let’s just pretend there are five gentlemen!
A dangerous light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"If that doesn't work, we can only kill these five people with lightning speed and snatch Tang Baihu from them!"
"After all, Lord Greedy God...can't die!"
On the battlefield, four gentlemen, one doctor and one realm.
Standing at the forefront of the Imperial Guards was an old man carrying two swords.
As soon as this old man appeared, even in the cold winter, Commander Han asked him to go first.
"Liu Shuangjian?"
The middle-aged man smiled. He didn't recognize the other young people, but he still had some impressions of this old man.
His memory is very good.
When he saw each other before, Liu Shuangjian's face didn't seem so old, even though some time had passed.
However, the sword intent that terrified countless people was still deeply imprinted in his mind.
Liu Shuangjian narrowed his eyes and walked out slowly.
Anyone would think that the sloppy uncle in front of him is a doctor-level monk, but he doesn't.
Because it took him a long time to find the crack in the space, and then split the twisted space with a sword, this made people dare not underestimate his strength.
That sword intent, that ability to fold space...
Who dares to say that this guy is just a doctor-level monk?
The fact that he can be the only one standing in the center of the battle is enough for people to take him seriously.
Liu Shuangjian understood that besides monks, there were many terrifying powers in this world.
For example, someone who purely practices swordsmanship and specializes in "ancient swordsmanship" has no sword practice mixed with a trace of spiritual power.
Obviously, the person in front of me is likely to be in this special situation.
"Who are you……"
He lowered his head and asked in a solemn voice.
All the masters in the entire lower realm and even the lower river basin are very familiar with him.
The person in front of him did give him a feeling of déjà vu, but when he recalled it, he couldn't remember it clearly.
Even now, this man was standing there. The more Liu Shuangjian wanted to see his face clearly, the blurry his vision became.
"How is that possible?" Liu Shuangjian said in surprise.
He didn't believe that Bai Lin's appearance would attract those Tao-killing masters to come here.
So now there is only one possibility left...
This guy has a special ability to cover up, but there is no doubt that he is very powerful!
The uncle looked at the four people in front of him, shook his head slightly, his eyes didn't even waver at all, and then he made a hoarse voice.
"Who am I? I can't remember it even if I tell you. Let's forget about it."
He raised his head and stared at the sky.
"If you still have any questions, please raise them as soon as possible..."
He said, with a trace of determination in his voice: "I will give you three opportunities to ask questions. When the time is up, I will leave."
After he finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the sack on the ground and put it on his shoulders, making a clanging sound.
Hearing this, Han Dong was furious. He had always had a bad temper, and what was in front of him was this guy's masterpiece.
The city was in chaos and everything was turned upside down. He actually said he would give us three opportunities to ask questions and then left?
What a ridiculous joke!
"Boy, although your cultivation level is not high, you are quite scheming!"
Bing Dong roared. "Three questions? How about I cut you into three pieces, and then generously give you ten opportunities to ask questions, and ask why?"
As soon as the sound of cold winter fell, Guan Yu and Zhang Jing immediately became alert.
For experts like them, trash talk is no longer effective. If you can anger this strange guy in front of you and force him to take action, maybe you can change the deadlock.
Chance!
Liu Shuangjian is also waiting for this opportunity.
However, the uncle laughed.
He didn't look nervous at all, nor did he look like he was facing a strong enemy.
He is like a wandering scavenger, free and at home everywhere...
So much so that, in this battlefield filled with traps and filled with gunpowder smoke, he still maintained a casual attitude, as if he was going to pick up some scrap metal.
"Boy?"
After repeating it once, the uncle's smile suddenly froze, and his cloudy eyes focused on Han Dong.
"I haven't heard anyone dare to call me that in front of me for a long time."
"The world is too noisy. Everyone is running around in a hurry, as if they are chasing time. Why should we choose the fastest way to die?"
Although his tone was calm, there was a hint of anger in it.
Perhaps, this sloppy uncle is the kind of person who can treat others as he pleases, but if you point fingers at him at will, you may have to act according to his wishes!
Han Dong clearly didn't see any cruelty in this man's eyes, but after he said these words, Han Dong felt an inexplicable panic!
"this……"
Han Dong was shocked. As a gentleman, what kind of person could allow himself to have such a mentality of being timid before fighting?
"Just talking?"
He gave up his panic, sneered, and said again: "It's just talk, do you dare to make Yuzhou City like this?"
The uncle shook his head, "The situation here has nothing to do with me."
Han Dong smiled and pointed to the sack, "Since it wasn't you who did it, could it be that the kid here did it?"
He pointed at the red dog's body and said with a smile: "He also killed this kid?"
The uncle sighed, "If you say so, you can explain it this way. After all, I just gave the last sword."
He added: "Of course, I admit that I killed that man."
"I always do things fairly..."
He interrupted suddenly: "Put your finger down!"
Winter's hand pointed at Red Dog's body, but the body was so close to him that it looked like he was blaming himself.
With the uncle's shout, the whole atmosphere became cold.
Even bystanders noticed the tension of the situation, as if the atmosphere was about to explode.
Han Dong's eyes narrowed, and his fingers moved unyieldingly, pointing straight at the uncle. "
Do you think you are great? I can’t even move my hands? Do I have to listen to you?"
He said with a sneer. The uncle's sleeves moved slightly, as if he was about to take action, but suddenly stopped.
He looked at Liu Shuangjian in front of him, restrained the urge to take action, and then turned to look at Han Dong.
"Young man, I admire your drive. I did the same when I was young, but the world..."
He said: "You have to understand that if you are too tough, you will easily be defeated."
"You can easily get into trouble if you talk to others like this."
Han Dong laughed loudly: "Young man?"
He touched his chin, where the beard was a little unkempt.
Observing the man in front of me carefully, he had more beard than him, but this was just because he didn't pay attention to modifying his image.
Judging from his bones, he is only a hundred years old at most. How dare he call himself a young man?