Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 193

Following the arrogant but full of spirit voice, a silver-haired young man stepped in from the door, and walked towards Xiao Qianli and others in the main seat with a look of arrogance.

Although this person looks young and his speech is still ugly, he is full of momentum and gives people a feeling that cannot be underestimated.

This is a powerhouse!Absolutely strong!
This is the only thought in the hearts of everyone in the hall at this time. Although the young man is not walking fast, almost everyone has already keenly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party. Tribulation, tempered in endless blood and fire battles, is the most powerful.

Miao Yunao had just suffered from Liu Suifeng's body, and he had already suppressed his anger. Seeing this, he strode forward and shouted: "Where did the barbarian come from? I don't understand etiquette!"

He has both internal and external skills, he is not a weak person, at this moment he stretched out his hand to push the young man's shoulder, this push has condensed [-]% of his strength, Shen Xiong is incomparable, he intends to make the young man stumble and lose face.

The young man chuckled and didn't move his hands or feet. Seeing that Miao Yun'ao's big hand was about to touch his body, his shoulder suddenly heaved and raised, and bumped into Miao Yun'ao's right hand.The two forces collided with each other with great force, and with only a "click", one of Miao Yunao's right wrists was shaken and dislocated.

Miao Yunao let out a muffled snort, startled and angry in his heart, turned his left hand into a fist, and punched the young man in the chest. The young man sneered, and stretched out his right palm extremely quickly, grabbing Miao Yun Ao's left fist, dragging one by one, immediately removed one of his arms.

Qin Yuyao reacted the fastest, with a coquettish chirp, the sword light moved and pierced the young man's upper body.

Seeing Qin Yuyao make a move, the young man's eyes lit up, and he said with a strange smile: "What a beautiful girl!"

He was teasing, but his subordinates reacted extremely quickly. He flicked his right finger, and with a soft "ding", the long sword was already bent, and then a finger sword pierced Qin Yuyao's right chest.

If this move was changed to another opponent, it would be regarded as quite satisfactory, but the opponent is a pretty girl who is only twenty-eight years old, but it seems extremely obscene.Qin Yuyao was caught off guard, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but the fingering sword was extremely fast, but there was no time to dodge it.

Hearing a cold snort, an extremely soft finger shot out from behind Qin Yuyao, the two fingers collided, the young man shook his body, and turned his head to look in amazement.

I saw Liu Suifeng walking out slowly, and said lightly: "Irreverent madman, how dare you be so presumptuous?"

The young man looked Liu Suifeng up and down, smiled, and said, "Where did you come from, a little Taoist priest? How dare you block my way? Could it be that you are the innate skill they say? It seems that's all there is to it."

Liu Suifeng's expression was calm, and he said indifferently, "Who are you?"

The young man burst out laughing, and said: "I heard that a poisonous person was born in the west of Sichuan. My uncle and master wanted to reap some benefits, but unexpectedly they set a big fire and burned most of it, so they came here specially to get some autumn wind."

Hearing this young man's words, all the heroes in the hall showed weird expressions, the method of poison refining is extremely poisonous, this man actually said that he wanted to get some benefits, and he boasted that he would come to fight the autumn wind.This man is very imposing, obviously from a famous family, how could he say such weird words?

Suddenly there was a deep voice from outside the door: "Ride, don't be rude!" Suddenly his face changed color.

A tall, thin, middle-aged man walked straight in, his whole body was covered in a black robe, and even most of his face was covered under a cloth cap.There are more than a dozen big men in black behind them, each of them is strong and capable, with a pair of machetes crossed behind their backs.

The young man was drunk, and immediately restrained his breath, stood respectfully beside the tall and thin middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Master, I'm here to introduce you to two famous heroes here." The tall and thin middle-aged man nodded Nodding, the young man said with a smile: "The old man in the seat is named Miao Lin, and he is the head of a famous martial arts family in western Sichuan. His disciples have carefully observed that Mr. Miao is good at swordsmanship. The sword is heavy and powerful. All the way, the cultivation base is about at the high level of refining and transforming qi, and it is still one step away from the half-step innate."

Miao Lin's white eyebrows frowned immediately, and he thought to himself: "This young man has never met me before, how could he know the old man's cultivation level so clearly? When did he 'observe carefully'? I guess he didn't know when he quietly Get close to the old man, and find out my background by the way. The enemy is dark, but I know nothing about him. It's really bad." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The young man pointed at Gu Baidang again and said, "This is Gu Baidang from the Qingcheng School, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng. He is proficient in swordsmanship. It is rumored that he is a half-step genius. It's just that he has been traveling all year round, and his disciples were just in a hurry at that time. A glance, but I don't know what his real cultivation is!"

"Half-step Xiantian?" The tall and thin middle-aged man's eyes flashed brightly, and he nodded slowly, "I think the person with the highest martial arts here is this Gu Daochang, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng?"

The young man laughed and said, "That's not necessarily true. Just now, I heard them bragging in the hall, saying that someone killed the leader of the poisonous people in the innate realm. I don't know if it's true or not. I just made a move with this little Taoist priest." , although it is a bit interesting, it doesn't look like the realm of transforming gods."

The young man spoke very quickly, and he had already explained the matter clearly in a moment. Gu Baidang's face was gloomy, and he said slowly: "What is the origin of you all? What are you going to do here?"

The young man laughed and said: "We come from Yinyang Palace, this is my master, you don't need to know his old name, you just need to know that my uncle is now named Ren Chicheng, and he is the third hall of the Yinyang Palace. God is good!"

He paused for a moment, then sneered suddenly: "As for our purpose of coming, I should have told you. We originally set our sights on the Poison Man's Hall, but it was a pity that you burned it down. Now we have to use this Miao's house." Zhuangzi came to counteract, but he can barely make do with it."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the hall was furious, and immediately someone stood up and cursed with a halberd.Although Miao Lin had restrained his fiery temper in recent years, when he heard that the other party wanted to seize his family's foundation in an open and honest manner, he couldn't help being furious, and he stretched out his hand to draw his sword.

As soon as he moved his right hand, he was held down by one hand. Miao Lin was startled and angry. Turning his head to look, he saw Xiao Qianli still sitting upright. He smiled and said, "Old Master Miao is the master, why bother with these people get angry?"

At this time, everyone in the hall had already pulled out their weapons and cursed. The young man named Ren Chicheng chuckled and lazily smiled back: "Hey, if someone scolds us, what should we do?"

The dozen or so big men behind the tall and thin middle-aged man suddenly took a heavy step forward, and shouted in unison: "You should break his arm as a punishment!"

Ren Chicheng nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly the silver light flickered in the hall, but it was the dozen or so people who pulled out the scimitars from behind and flew out at the same time, each scimitar directly aimed at the person who scolded the most On the shoulders, more than a dozen scimitars were flawless, as precise as if they were used by the same person.

(End of this chapter)