"Hahaha, Brother Zhong is really interesting. He is actually so enthusiastic about playing the game. This game of cat and mouse is very fun, but you don't know who is the cat and who is the mouse?" Ling Tianyun's eyes revealed.
There was a glimmer of interest. He did not expect that the arrival of these two people would have such a purpose. Looking at these two fearless and outstanding figures, he could only sigh lightly in his heart. In terms of appearance and family background, the person in front of him was
These two people are indeed a hundred times better than him and Ye Yinfeng.
"There are four of us. This game only involves the four of us. How about the chips? We don't have any at the moment." Zhong Jianhong said to Ling Tian with a confident light in his eyes. And Yan Longxing beside him had his eyes wide.
The warm spring light fell on the fairy-like figure in green clothes, and finally fell on the young man in blue shirt. He had a confident and spring-breathing smile on his face, as if he was the person who looked like that person in the winter.
Like the warm sunshine, it makes people feel good wherever they go.
Nangong Xianchen frowned, as if she didn't like Yan Longxing's bold and unabashed gaze. But Ye Yinfeng beside her had a calm expression on her face. He knew Yan Longxing too well.
Yes, such people who have no flaws in their bodies are very scary. So scary that they can’t even find the other person’s weaknesses, so scary that even if they are enemies with him, they still have to secretly admire him. But Ye Yinfeng knows that
, no matter what, he and Yan Longxing are destined rivals, and he has a feeling in the dark that only one person can live between Yan Longxing and him, either him or Yan Longxing.
He remembered the words of the fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao. Although a perfect man cannot see any shortcomings, being too perfect is a shortcoming and a weakness in itself. But until now, Ye Yinfeng still cannot see that he is better than himself.
The young man in white who was only one or two years older had any weaknesses. Perhaps he hid them too deeply. He was not angry because Yan Longxing coveted Nangong Xianchen. He knew that getting angry would be of no use.
Tang Qi stood behind Qing Ling. When he saw Yan Longxing, his body instinctively retreated half a step behind Qing Ling. He didn't dare to look at Yan Longxing, but he found that Yan Longxing didn't even look at it.
Looking at him, it sent chills all over his body. He knew the nature of his young master best.
"In that case, let's take it over. When will it start and when will it end?" Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed and he asked Zhong Jianhong. He knew that Zhong Jianhong was just the spokesperson of Yan Longxing. In fact, all of this
It's all arranged by Yan Longxing.
"How about from now on until we find Huang Gong's treasure? This game is not an ordinary game, you have to think about it." Zhong Jianhong was not surprised by Ling Tianyun's agreement, and had played against Ling Tianyun several times.
, he already knew the other person’s personality, and it would be a surprise to him if he didn’t accept the game.
No one knew that this high-stakes gambling game had begun in the remote town of Fenglin, and no one knew that because of this high-stakes bet, the situation in the world had become even more complicated and confusing. The young man in white never
With every word he spoke, his elegant and immortal figure seemed to be strategizing and holding the world in his palms.
Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Ye Yinfeng suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, and his face couldn't help but change. Seeing his changed face, everyone secretly sighed that something was wrong, and they spread out and faced out of the courtyard.
Shooting away, a strong and angry atmosphere emerged spontaneously. Although the sky was clear and clear, the low-pressure atmosphere in winter also made everyone suddenly feel breathless.
Lao Dao felt relieved because he felt a trace of Han Che's murderous intent coming toward him, making his whole body tense up. However, he did not expect that this murderous intent came and went away quickly, which made him feel extremely confused.
It should be said that this was the best time to attack him, but the killer hidden among the crowd chose to give up. However, he still did not dare to take it lightly and was silently vigilant.
He finally pulled out the dagger that had been buried in his chest, and a blood arrow shot out from his chest. The bright red blood turned into a light black color, and then a faint
The fishy smell hit his face. Lao Dao knew that the dagger was spitted with poison, and a numb feeling came over him. He had to raise his finger and tap on his chest to stop the blood.
However, the surging blood did not stop flowing out immediately, and a burning feeling in his chest surged out throughout his body. And he was shocked to find that he could no longer lift the true energy around his body.
The breath poured out like a flood from a bursting embankment, and the poisonous gas in his chest wreaked havoc on the meridians all over his body, leaving him unable to raise any vitality. But looking at the innocent boy in front of him, he felt even more sad.
He trembled inexplicably. He didn't expect that someone would use this innocent child to plot against him.
The young master who was mixed in the crowd narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to be waiting. He did not take action immediately. He had a panoramic view of Lao Dao's situation at the moment, and there was a circle of ordinary villagers around him.
He was dressed like an ordinary villager. The only difference was that his slender hands were glowing with a faint halo, shining in the sunlight.
The frightened villagers were at a loss. They didn't know what to do. Several villagers were furious and wanted to grab the frightened boy, but Lao Dao's look made the villagers stop.
They didn't know what to do. In the past, when villagers were injured, Lao Dao would bandage the wounds himself. But this time, Lao Dao himself was injured, leaving the villagers at a loss. Because they had never thought about the situation in Maplewood Town.
The great hero would be injured, and they never thought that the strong man like the patron saint of Maplewood Town would bleed.
"Okay, it's okay. You can go back." Lao Dao endured the burning pain that surged through his body and said to the frightened Sun Xiaoer. He knew that the boy didn't really want to hurt him, but he
He didn't expect such an accident to happen. Sun Xiaoer was stunned and didn't know what to do. He heard Lao Dao's words, but didn't move. When Lao Dao touched his head, he felt
Feeling a sense of peace that I had never experienced before, I burst into tears.
Little did the ordinary villagers know that what really injured Lao Dao was the poison spit on the dagger. When they saw the stout man comforting Sun Xiaoer as if nothing had happened, they began to show a look of relief.
As long as the patron saint of Maplewood Town did not fall, there would still be hope for Maplewood Town. They were completely relieved, as long as this sturdy man did not fall.
Seeing the reassuring looks of these ignorant villagers, the corners of the young master's mouth raised slightly, and a sneer appeared on his face. The faint sarcastic light flashed from his eyes, but
Before the sneer on his lips fell, a bright gaze fell on him. Lao Dao watched the boy leave, and then he looked directly at the young master.
"I didn't expect that a certain family fell into your trap. They took advantage of ignorant children and mastered the children's playful psychology, achieving the effect of hitting the target with one hit. I didn't expect that you are still so young. It was a surprise to a certain family.
.But I don’t know how much remuneration those people paid to buy a certain family’s life.” Lao Dao’s tone was calm and calm. He did not have any emotional fluctuations because of his injury. He just spoke to the other party in a normal tone.
said.
Walking out of the crowd, although he was wearing ordinary coarse clothes, he could not hide the extraordinary temperament of the young master. The corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, and a trace of pride from the bottom of his body emerged on his body. He was not in a hurry.
In reply to Lao Dao's words, a pitiful luster flashed in his eyes. He was not surprised that Lao Dao found him. A master like Lao Dao could easily find himself among the crowd.
Everyone walked away from the young master one after another, with angry looks in their eyes. They didn't know why the young master wanted to frame the guardian hero of Maplewood Town. But they felt it from the young master.
They felt an icy chill that was even colder than the winter cold, and that chill made their whole bodies tremble inexplicably. They knew that this young master was a martial artist, and a powerful martial artist at that.
"It is only natural to use people's money to eliminate disasters. Lao Dao is free and easy-going by nature. Although he is a living Buddha in the Western Regions, he does not want to imprison his freedom for the living Buddha, so he goes out to the Western Regions alone. It is said that Lao Dao received favors from others, so he
You have kept a secret for someone. Of course, that secret has been passed on to that person’s descendants. Of course, the less people know the secret, the better. So since you have revealed that secret, you don’t have to live in this world. I don’t know what Lao Dao is right about.
Are you satisfied with this answer? If not, then I don't have a better explanation." The young master put his hands behind his back, and a heaven-shaking aura surged from his proud figure, making him not far away.
The villagers felt a huge push coming on them.
The villagers were far away. Only the two people standing in the circle looked at each other from a distance. There was no tense atmosphere or tension of weapons facing each other. There was only a sense of calm in that calmness.
The aura that shattered the sky and the fierce aura slowly took shape on the two of them. Although Lao Dao couldn't raise the amount of energy in his body, he was a master after all, and energy was only a part of his strength.
There was a trace of water-like calmness on the rough face, and the hatchet in Lao Dao's hand condensed a faint light. A condensed light shone in his eyes. He moved, and he didn't care about the chest at all.
He didn't care about the blood gushing out from his front, and he didn't care about the trace of vitality that could not be lifted from his dantian. He stepped forward with his right foot, and a majestic momentum immediately shot out from the hatchet.
But the young master's eyes were cold. He clearly couldn't feel any aura fluctuations around Lao Dao, but he felt a transcendent aura condensing around Lao Dao. He couldn't help being shocked, that was an aura.
The potential is a kind of control over the martial arts will. It has nothing to do with internal strength, but a pure martial arts will. If you master the momentum, you have a certain martial arts will. If you add your own internal strength cultivation, it will be very powerful.
It is so terrifying that it can be said to have reached the realm of breaking the sky.
The young master still moved, and a faint light appeared in his hand, and his figure even more fled, rushing towards Lao Dao like a cold wind. In the cold wind, afterimages were dragged up
, the young master's speed was extremely fast, so fast that it was dazzling, especially the light in the young master's hand was faster, like a radiant star falling out. But Lao Dao's face was calm.
Like water, the hatchet in his hand flashed with light. He raised the knife with both hands and slashed hard at the extremely fast figure, as if splitting a piece of wood. It was as if his splitting technique had been refined over thousands of times.
A courageous momentum suddenly appeared around him.
Sun Xiaoer cried and ran, his heart was in a panic. He didn't know how to face Maplewood Town in the future, and he didn't know how to face his playmates in the future, because those playmates admired him the most.
A big hero, everyone wants to be a man like a big hero.
But when he ran to his courtyard, he felt a pungent smell of blood in his nose. He rushed into the house and saw his parents covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground. At this time, he again