This miserable man no longer cared about immortals offering treasures, or the two dragons, and so on. The pain of severed fingers at this moment made him extremely energetic, the kind of sobriety brought by pain.
Even an iron-clad man could not endure repeated torture in a short period of time. The miserable man's eyes were still fierce as he looked at Leng Buyu, but there was already a bit of fear in them.
Leng Buyu chuckled, and then walked straight out. When he arrived at the door of the dungeon, he pushed the entrance door upwards, but felt that it was locked. Leng Buyu frowned slightly, then grinned, he
Of course I understand what's going on.
His right hand touched his lower back again and grasped the hilt of the black sword. Then, he heard a dragon roar and a white light flashed by. Not to mention the door of the dungeon, the entire floor was covered in cold silence.
The sword split.
A hole one foot in size appeared, and at the same time, four or five gambling tables fell from the hole. One fell, and a white light flashed, and another fell, and a white light flashed again. Four or five times later, these gaming tables
It became a pile of broken wood.
And Leng Buyu put the black sword Pojun back on his waist, and then walked out of the dungeon as if nothing happened.
Above the dungeon, a dozen men were standing not far away, holding machetes and shivering. Judging from their stature, they could be considered moderately accomplished martial arts practitioners, but their shameful appearance was worse than that of stray cats and dogs on the street.
Leng Buyu looked at them and then snorted coldly, following the original path back to the lobby on the first floor of the gambling house. As he expected, all the gamblers on this floor had left, and the remaining ones were all holding real money.
A fierce bandit with real swords and guns.
After looking around for a week, Leng Buyu raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said: "Why, do you plan to get beaten again?"
As soon as Leng Buyu finished speaking, there was a sound of clapping and applause. Wherever the sound came, people in the casino retreated to both sides and moved a way.
A beauty with bright clothes, exquisite makeup, fair skin, and exposed shoulders walked towards Leng Buyu. Seeing this person dressed like this, Leng Buyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Apart from the owner of the gambling house, Mr. Jia Daguan, there is naturally no other person who can walk around like Pizza Hut in this gambling house and be respected by others.
Di Zhijiao walked to a position about half a foot away from Leng Buyu. Several knife-wielding guys were still afraid that Leng Buyu would do something extraordinary, so they held their weapons tightly and protected Di Zhijiao.
Di Zhijiao looked at these loyal people and smiled slightly, then said in a charming and gentle voice: "It doesn't matter, how could this Lord Sword Master hurt a woman like me who is not a threat to him? But you, this
Don't look down on Master Sword Master, but be careful that the sword in Master Sword Master's hand is ruthless and will cost you your life."
Hearing what Di Zhijiao said, the men who were protecting her couldn't help but hesitate. Finally, an old voice came, and these men retreated.
"Don't you think that your abilities are superior to those of Master Sword Master and Master Jia? Why don't you step aside!"
Following the sound, I saw that it was the white-haired old man who said something.
When Leng Buyu saw this scene, he couldn't help but find it interesting. It was obvious that Die Zhijiao was the owner of Pizza Hut in this gambling house. Could it be that the people in this gambling house only listened to the words of this white-haired old man?
Thinking about it this way, looking at Die Zhijiao's eyes, one can't help but feel a little more sympathetic.
Di Zhijiao seemed to ignore this, or had no grudge at all. She strolled forward and walked in front of Leng Buyu. Then, she exhaled like blue to Leng Buyu, her eyes were ambiguous, and her voice was even more...
A bit provocative.
"Lord Sword Master, are you here to find the slave family or to kill the slave family?"
Leng Buyu didn't react at all, but some rough guys in the gambling shop opened their eyes wide when they saw Dizhijiao's exposed snow-white neck, shoulders and round thighs, and heard the provocative words.
Yes, I swallowed my saliva.
It was just one person, but when there were more people, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly turned into a loud voice. It was embarrassing to hear such a swallowing sound.
Di Zhijiao turned her head and looked at the group of men on one side, and actually showed them a charming smile. This smile made the group of people even more nervous, and their hearts were beating fast.
The prank was over, Leng Buyu took out a few gold peach blossom petals from his sleeve pocket, handed them to Di Zhijiao, and then said: "Help watch the people in the dungeon and tie them up with water-soaked beef tendons.
Put a piece of rag in your mouth."
Die Zhijiao was a little puzzled after hearing this.
Leng Buyu seemed to have thought of something again, and then said: "Go get a water clock and put it under the dripping mouth so that the water drops can drip on his forehead. There is no need to feed him for these three days. I
Come and see him again in three days. Do you want to die or live?"
Leng Buyu spoke in a calm voice, as if he was talking about something insignificant and insignificant. Dizhi Jiao was still in a daze, while Leng Buyu grabbed her hand, spread it out, and then took the pieces
Peach blossom petals made of gold were placed in her palm.
After finishing all this, he walked out of the Pizza Hut without saying a word.
After the white-haired old man called Jia Daguan a dozen times, Di Zhijiao came back to her senses. She looked at the gold peach blossom petals in her hand again, with some confusion and resentment in her eyes.
"A drop of water penetrates a stone!"
She never expected that Leng Buyu would use such punishment on people. At the same time, some unbearable memories began to emerge in fragments in her mind. Thinking of the things that frightened her, this Jia Da
The official couldn't help but shudder, and even felt a little nauseous.
Leng Buyu, who had left Pizza Hut in the gambling house, naturally didn't know what was going on inside, and he would never have thought that it would cause him so much trouble if Dizhijiao used some small punishment on the miserable man he captured.
Leng Buyu went to the small shop where he had made clothes before. He didn't have any other requirements, so he made a custom-made suit according to his own outfit.
Money can make you go round, and this time was no exception. In just over half an hour, a whole set of clothes was placed on a nanmu plate and handed to Leng Buyu.
Leng Buyu put on new clothes, threw the old clothes in the store, and went out.
There was no destination, just walking and thinking all the way. Wu Nian began to get some clues about what the fat man told him, but now, there was an additional doubt. What was the origin of the Tathagata with the Sword and the Divine Machinery?
In addition, are you really connected with General Han just because of this set of seven-star swords?
Let’s not think about General Han and the Seven-Star Sword. Let’s just talk about Bai Ling gathering copper and iron from all directions to make armor and weapons. Think about Shenji Workshop. There are many people in places like Yujian Tathagata. Then the question is, Shen Ji Fang
What the machine workshop received was ordinary unprocessed ore, so where were the gathered copper and iron stacked? Who went against the imperial prohibition and melted the iron pots and bronze statues into raw materials?
On the other hand, the things cast by Shenji Workshop are also
Where was it transported? And by what method was it transported?
As expected, thinking about these things is not his specialty. If Yao Zi was here, it might be much better.
Leng Buyu was still thinking about something, but he felt the air flow fluctuating. Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown slightly, and then he fluttered out of the way. At the place where Leng Buyu was standing, there was a purple arrow. The one that was shot
The stone slab in the middle has been cracked and broken into nearly a hundred small pieces.
Then, a harsh sound came from the wind.
The streets of Hansu City were really restless. From time to time, murderous fights occurred. When the passers-by saw this scene, they immediately screamed and dispersed after a while.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked towards a high-rise building. Sure enough, there were three figures on the top of a high-rise building.
Although the appearance cannot be clearly seen, the three of them are all dressed in purple clothes with arrows hanging on their waists. One of the three people is old and stooped, the other is young and thin, and the two of them have bows on their backs. The remaining three people have bows on their backs.
That one was a man who looked very strong and strong. I held this man's bow in my hand.
Looking at it this way, it seems that the person who shot the arrow just now was this man who looked extremely strong.
The person with the bow in purple clothes first thought that these people were probably members of the Hua family.
The strong man nocked an arrow and drew the bow again, and his aim was still accurate. Leng Buyu leaned down slightly, and held the white sword Yingzhu hanging upside down behind his back with his left hand.
This originally lively street had been cleared by the arrow just now. Leng Buyu wanted to take action, but there was no need to worry about innocent people. For him, it was naturally a good thing.
The strong man loosened his fingers, and the arrow left the string, arriving in an instant. Without saying a word, he held the white sword Yingzhu in his backhand and slashed horizontally, causing the flying purple arrow to be cut off from the center.
The arrows flew very fast, but Leng Buyu's movements were even faster. The dodging of the first arrow came out of instinct. The return of the second arrow surprised the three people on the roof of the tall building.
The strong man was obviously not convinced, and he drew the arrow again. This time, the bow in his hand was completely drawn. When the arrow left the string, Leng Buyu was not sure that he could destroy it like before.
Without waiting for hesitation, the flying arrow struck again. Leng Buyu dodged again and narrowly escaped. But just after dodging this arrow, there was another sound of breaking wind, and another purple flying arrow struck.
The second arrow was probably made by the young and thin man in purple. Obviously, the young and thin man in purple was not very capable, and there was a big gap between him and the strong man.
Unable to tolerate random thoughts, Leng Buyu spun around quickly just as the second arrow was about to approach. At the same time, a dagger appeared in his right hand.
Leng Buyu did not cut off the second purple flying arrow. Instead, he stuck the tail feather of the purple flying arrow with his dagger, and then spun around again. This second flying arrow was just reflected by Leng Buyu.
go back.
Fortunately, the rickety old man took action in time, and the skinny boy was lucky not to be injured by his own arrow.
"From the Hua family?"
Leng Buyu asked. The rickety old man held the purple flying arrow in his hand and handed it back to the skinny young man. The skinny young man put the arrow back into the bow, with only a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.
The rickety old man smiled and then asked: "My little friend, why do you think so?"
Leng Buyu also chuckled and continued: "Purple Clothed Divine Arrow, besides the Hua family, can you find out the second surname?"