Following Hou Ting's actions, everyone's eyes turned to the victim, and also to Ye Qingxuan who was in front of the victim.
"Who is this brother?" Liu Mengyan took a step forward, and asked in a cold voice, "How dare you move around in front of so many fellow martial artists..."
Before the words fell, Hou Ting suddenly interrupted: "Who is it?"
Liu Mengyan's face froze immediately, Hou Ting's question was obviously not him, but the ordinary young man who was checking the corpse in the venue, the feeling of being ignored made him secretly angry.
Many people around recognized that Ye Qingxuan was the unlucky guy who was molested by Yu Qiuzhi before and almost died at the hands of bandits, but everyone never imagined that Hou Ting, the famous killer of "Blood List", actually asked quite a question polite.
"You know..." Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and said lightly, "Everyone knows."
Everyone was surprised when they heard the words.
"You're about to finish talking, what's the point?" Liu Mengyan's younger brother shouted again, but everyone gave him a hard look, including Liu Mengyan of course.
"Who?" Hou Ting asked again.
Ye Qingxuan stood up. "'Shadow Knife', Sui Zhengfeng."
ah!
The group of heroes gave a low cry, a cry, and they all gathered around.
It was a mummy without a human figure at all, just like the "Blood Demon" Li Mo had seduced and dried up a master of blood.
On the face of the withered corpse, there was the incomparable fear before death, the eyes were completely white and shriveled, and there were indeed Sui Zhengfeng's eye-catching mustaches on the upper lip, but the other party was not wearing a brocade robe, but a black night walker. Clothes.
What's even more weird is that the mummy's body is covered with glittering and translucent spider silk, as if it just walked out of a spider's web.
"Wow, which cave did he just come out of?" In the crowd, a young swordsman hugging his shoulders laughed out loud.
Hou Ting squatted down and looked at it for a long time, worrying about Ye Qingxuan.
Likewise, everyone's eyes once again focused on this ordinary-looking young man.
Twirling the spider silk, Ye Qingxuan looked heavy, and said slowly: "It looks like spider silk, but it's not spider silk. Although it gradually dissipated, there is obviously a lot of gang energy in the spider silk..."
Hou Ting raised his brows, "Is this spider silk made of Gang Qi?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
It's a terrifying martial art to transform Gang Qi into a spider silk.
"Not only that..." Ye Qingxuan said slowly: "Spider silk is an entity, not an illusory stellar energy. This can only explain one thing - the other party's cultivation is an evil sect that can form spider silk in the body and release it with stellar energy." Martial arts... And this martial art can also absorb human blood essence, if it is not bad, the sucked blood essence can act on the caster himself."
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and uttered a sentence that terrified everyone present.
"This is a magic skill that surpasses [Xuan Yin Magic Absorption Art], it can completely transform the opponent's blood and energy, and prevent conflicts between different species of energy..."
Wow—
This time, even Hou Ting let out an exclamation of horror.
"Nonsense." Liu Mengyan's younger brother stepped out again and shouted at Ye Qingxuan: "Who the hell are you? You are here to confuse the crowd with evil words, and you are not afraid of the conflict of different kinds of qi? You are a bandit A trash that can't be beaten, should we pretend that we have never seen the world?"
While talking, the other party rushed forward, pointed at Ye Qingxuan's nose and yelled.
Ye Qingxuan looked at each other like an idiot, and finally turned around impatiently, completely ignoring him.
The young man was furious immediately, and looked back at his elder brother, seeing that he hadn't expressed anything, he suddenly became courageous, turned around and punched Ye Qingxuan.
boom!
Before his fist hit, the whole person was thrown flying by Hou Ting with a wave of his hand.
His two senior brothers exclaimed and rushed to pick it up, but Liu Mengyan looked at Ye Qingxuan with a smile on his face, not to mention his body, without even turning his eyes.
"Are you sure?" Hou Ting asked.
Inexplicably, because Hou Ting attached great importance to him, all the martial arts practitioners present seemed to be listening attentively.
"At least 80%." Ye Qingxuan replied.
Hou Ting smiled slightly and said, "I believe you."
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and didn't speak.
For Hou Ting, the young man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling.
This feeling is mysterious and mysterious.
As a killer, he has always been confident in his sixth sense.
Especially when the other party broke his name and he had the intention to kill, the other party just smiled slightly, which made him unable to lock the other party's figure. He was obviously just sitting in front of him, but he lost the confidence to make a move. With a shot, the opponent is like a shadow reflected in the water, completely unable to hit it firmly, and I will die on the spot under the opponent's counterattack.
This feeling is very uncomfortable, but very real.
When he simply gave up his murderous intentions and regained his curiosity, he unexpectedly discovered again that the young man in front of him felt very comfortable, with a gentle breeze, like a spring breeze.
Although he didn't know his identity, Hou Ting's subconscious told him that it would be better to make friends with this young man than to make enemies with him.
Therefore, Hou Ting chose to trust him.
Ye Qingxuan has never experienced Hou Ting's psychological changes, so he is naturally surprised why the other party trusts him so much, but anyway, it is more comfortable to be believed than to be suspected.
Smiling slightly, Ye Qingxuan said to everyone around him: "There is a new master in the Demon Sect. If you have nothing to do, you might as well go home separately, and don't join in the fun."
At this moment, there were at least twenty martial arts figures around the scene of the murder. Facing Ye Qingxuan's persuasion, everyone snorted coldly in unison, and shadows rushed away from the scene.
Hou Ting stroked his palms, got up and said: "Don't say it's them, even I can't listen to your words. It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die..."
The two ghosts of Mangshan snorted coldly in unison.
Hou Ting was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Ye Qingxuan and laughed.
"Let's go. I'll treat you to another bowl of wontons!" Hou Ting waved his hand and walked away proudly.
"Great." Ye Qingxuan laughed and caught up.
The Mangshan ghosts glared at Liu Mengyan and his party before flying away as well.
Liu Mengyan looked at the mummy on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, turned to stare at his younger brother, and said angrily, "Fortunately, it wasn't you who had the accident... Let's go!"
The scene of the murder, which was bustling just now, suddenly disappeared.
The night wind blew, and the mummy on the ground stretched out its hands to the sky angrily, as if it was full of unwillingness and asked the sky angrily.
Footsteps sounded at this moment.
The peacock with a strange and handsome face like a woman slowly walked up to the mummy, looked at it and sighed slightly, and said: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, such a miraculous skill was actually practiced by her."
Shen Chuer flashed out from behind Peacock with a miserable face, and asked softly: "Uncle, who... are you talking about?"
Peacock looked at the face that was almost a replica of his sister, and smiled slightly: "No hurry. You will see her soon..."