The young man's eyes seemed to be able to see through the weakness in the heart of the heart. It was an inexplicable feeling. When the young man stared at his body with red blood-like eyes, it seemed that the pores of his body were opened in an instant, and a murderous thing that was so unfamiliar that no one could recognize it emerged from the tiny flaws in his body that were hard to see with the naked eye. Slowly poured into it until it was full, as if the whole person was deterred by it, like a nightmare.
At least Ling Hanzhong himself needed to take three breaths to relieve the pervasive chill that hit his body.
It will take longer to realize that this unfamiliar feeling is called 'fear'.
Ling Hanzhong has always been the leader of the faction, and he has shown the spirit of the honor of the faction. A strange gleam flashed in the wrinkled old eye sockets, and the profound power was abruptly moved, suppressing the strange feeling in body and mind.
"You are the new owner of Yeluobao... the chief disciple of the old thing?"
The first half of his words made people stunned, but the second half was cloudy and foggy.
The Lord of Yeluo Fortress is a tyrant in Hangzhou. To say that he is also on the list of extermination, he must have leaked the rumors and come to do unnecessary resistance in advance, which is understandable. It's just 'the chief disciple of the old thing', but it can't help but make people puzzling.
The true identity of Ye Luobao is the branch of Daluo Mountain, and it is also a top secret among the White King and the Seven Crowns. Even with Ling Hanzhong's arrogance, he did not reveal this to anyone other than his son. It's not that he is afraid of Daluo Mountain, but because of his shrewdness, he also knows the reason not to scare the snake. If he provokes those old people and big devils who have been idle and wild cranes all their lives on the Daluo Mountains to come down the mountain together, his plan to occupy Hangzhou will inevitably be affected.
"It's the kid who has seen Ling Guanzhu."
Ming Fei really sucked the icing on his fingers, his words were quite respectful, but his tone was not.
"Hmph, I know it's the old man who is here, what's the matter with your rude appearance. Didn't your master teach you to respect your teacher?"
Counting from the teacher's wife, Ling Hanzhong has also stabilized the Minghua language generation, and Mingfei should really be honored as the teacher and the younger generation.
Ming Fei really circled his hand and wrapped it around the 'black knife'. The left hand that came around gently supported his chin, looking very bored. He tilted his head and looked at Ling Hanzhong without saying a word, looking extremely arrogant and rude.
Ling Hanzhong's heart is very angry, this kid is only the seniority of the junior nephew, how dare to do this, sneer: "The old man knows that this guy has always been making waves, and the apprentice he taught is such a thing."
"You like talking nonsense, don't you?"
Ming Feizhen interrupted his sneer, he was sitting far away, and it didn't take much effort to speak, but everyone could hear it clearly.
"You brought so many people here, and if you just want to say these things, you can go back now."
Ling Hanzhong was startled, he wanted to be angry, but he was young, but he was able to restrain himself. The eyes of the two dead fish rolled, and they immediately smiled: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, the stronger wins, as it should be. Since you are here, let's open the skylight and speak brightly. This land in Hangzhou, the old man has to be settled. You night Luobao has been in business for many years, but so far there is no result. Hangzhou Wulin is still scattered all over the place, the old man who has the ability lives in it, and the hero dominates Hangzhou, not to mention you, even if your master is here, there is no second sentence to say."
Ye Luobao has never been a factor of Ling Hanzhong's scruples, including this young man who looks extremely impressive, is also not considered by the ambitious old man. The battle for the territory of the rivers and lakes is different from the general competition. In addition to the over 100 first-class players he brought today, there are continuous backups behind him. Enough to deal with the counterattacks of all martial artists in Hangzhou City. The bravery of a single man, no matter what kind of master, is not enough to constitute his worry.
What he was really worried about was the Minghua language in the distance. It was always difficult to guess that person who acted as a dragon, not to mention the fact that he was the head of the Daluoshan faction. Ling Hanzhong is different from his son, he knows the strength of the three sects of the righteous way very well. No matter which one of the three major factions, the Lushan Sword View will never be able to retreat. Ling Hanzhong's purpose is to dominate Jiangnan, and the three major factions have nothing to do with his sphere of influence. He has no reason to want to provoke an opponent who needs to be dealt with with all his strength.
"Today's situation, Ye Luobao is powerless to recover. This old man understands your thoughts. Young people are impulsive and impulsive. Seeing that the foundation is not guaranteed, it is inevitable to get excited. From your master's point of view, this old man will not follow You care about the rudeness just now. Go back, don't interfere with this old man's important affairs. If you want to keep the name of Yeluobao and come to apologize in the future, as long as you are sincere, the old man can't agree."
Ming Fei really didn't answer, but those bloody eyes were filled with a real killing intent. No words can make the murderous aura contained in these eyes more obvious.
Ling Hanzhong knew that a fierce battle was inevitable, but he didn't see it as a problem. He has experienced thousands of battles in his life, and he has never seen any scenes before. He said coldly, "Since you are determined to fight against this old man, you will make a statement. As for your subordinates, let them come out."
Vibrant like a cloud of long sleeves, the eyes are full of light.
"The old monsters, the clowns jumping on the beams, wipe them out together, it is very happy!"
Today is the day when Lushan Jianguan is destined to be famous in history. Among the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River, no force has ever been able to obtain the land of the Three Palaces, and even in the thousand-year history of Lushan Jianguan, it has never been so brilliant. All these brilliance will be brought by him, Jian Chuan Qingtian Ling Hanzhong.
Therefore, for Ling Hanzhong to win today, he must not only win with perfection and beauty, but also with incomparable dignity. In order to seek Hangzhou, he has been planning painstakingly for a few years before the Demon Sect was destroyed, seeking the best opportunity, such as the most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the time to strike. Now he has waited.
This morning, he just finished discussing with the court representatives. This side of the box changed his mind and attacked in a blink of an eye, rushing to attack at a time when the imperial court was uneven, and it was even more prominent.
He took several years of planning to get the opportunity to attack, and he deceived the court too late to stop it with his extraordinary wisdom. The last one - the finale of the Hangzhou Wulin with absolute combat power, can't be played. If this gesture of final victory is not majestic, if the gesture of his old man is not majestic, the taste of the fruit of the final victory will be greatly diminished.
But Ming's unreal answer really disappointed him.
"not even one."
The young man did not know how high the sky was, and he was so reckless to intercept it alone. The slightly disappointed old man hummed, "You don't bring your subordinates?"
Ming Feizhen said lightly: "They are busy. They have just arrested your son and a few prisoners and are on their way to the Yamen."
Ling Hanzhong had already heard about this matter, and he sent hundreds of other disciples to rescue him. He expected his son to be safe at this moment. Ming Fei really wanted to avoid the rat, and he took Ling Qingshu as his pledge. This strategy worked well. Clap and laugh at the moment.
"Have backbone and responsibility. It is really admirable to catch my son of Ling Hanzhong."
The narrowed eyes stared at Ming Feizhen, revealing a cruel chill.
"So, you are seeking justice and are not afraid of the consequences. When you came to stop this old man today, you are putting your life and death aside just like your brothers and sisters, right?"
"Different"
It was three words that came out of the mouth gently, as if it was struck out with a sledgehammer. Just in the middle of Ling Hanzhong's laughter, Ling Hanzhong felt a breath of air, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
Ming Feizhen stood up slowly from the big rock, and he carried the inexplicable coke-like object on his shoulders. His eyes were deeply lowered, and his tone was like a scorching lava flowing slowly, a volcano about to erupt. Even if there is no sign of an outbreak, just being here, it feels unbearably hot to breathe, and the five internal organs are almost cooked.
"I'm not like them. They like to be happy and hate, and act on their instincts. I'm past that age, and I can't do that, so I have to do what I can."
"What can I do?"
"They're here for the damned, I'm here for the damned."
Ming Feizhen took a big step forward every time he said a word. He was watched by hundreds of people, as if he had a hundred swords on his body, but he didn't care, as if he didn't realize anything. Every time I took a step, I felt the sun and the atmosphere all over the mountain vibrate, almost making a sound. The veteran generals with profound skills have a feeling that they are deeply absurd, but can't find a reason to refute - it seems that this person's momentum has actually overwhelmed all the swordsmen in their Lushan Jianguan.
- How can this person's sense of coercion be so strong? If he didn't know that Minghuayu started to accept his apprentice more than 20 years ago, he would have thought that this kid has reached the realm of supernatural powers.
Ling Hanzhong suppressed the wild thoughts in his heart and shouted.
"I can't tell, you still have a kind heart that is compassionate and compassionate. You said that the one who deserves to die is my Qingshu boy. The one who doesn't deserve to die is your Yeluo Fortress?"
"more than."
Ling Hanzhong sneered: "It turned out to be an ambitious person. What you want to save is not only Ye Luobao, but also the martial arts dignitaries in the seven major factions in Hangzhou? Ha, it has been in business for a long time, and it is difficult to give up the foundation."
"more than."
Ling Hanzhong had an angry look on his face and waved his hand. Behind him, Murong Song, the master of the Yunsong Temple, drew his sword out of its sheath.
Ling Hanzhong said angrily: "What a big tone. What you want to say is that what you want to save is the entire Hangzhou Wulin, right?"
"more than."
Mingfei's blood-red eyes stared straight at Ling Hanzhong, as if to crush him.
"Also, you have thousands of disciples from the Mount Lujian Temple, all of them are living lives. I don't want to see so many people die together."
What he meant by his words turned out to be that no matter friend or foe, they were all on the list of redemption. From what point of view does this person stand in this sentence? who do you think You Are? !
"Where is Murong!"
Murong Song agreed, and went out to fight first, shouting loudly, "Arrogant and ignorant, you are arrogant!" After scolding, his subordinates were as fast as a gust of wind, a dragon's roar continued, and the sword light reached abruptly.
"Come on!"
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