Xia Jinxi walked to Xiao Ye's side.

"It won't be any trouble, will it?"

"It's okay, just a clown like him, if I give him face, he won't be able to jump!"

Not long after, from upstairs, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face walked down, dressed in a white suit, revealing an elegant momentum while walking.

"Sure enough, it was him. ”

"Who is he?"

"You don't know him, you have a funny brain, right? This is the most prestigious disciple of our Yanjing, the Northern Sword Saint, Lu Qingshan!

"Hiss~!"

Everyone glared at the boss!

"The Northern Sword Saint, that is the Northern Sword Saint Lu Qingshan, who can split a green mountain with one sword, and is as famous as the Lingnan Sword God Li Liushui?"

"Exactly, in addition to his position, this Yanjing, is there a second person who dares to call himself a Sword Saint?"

"It turned out to be his disciple, it's so terrifying! No wonder, Long Tianxiang has no one around him now, and he is not afraid of this kid who knows martial arts!"

"He's afraid of a fart! Murong Bo is Lu Qingshan's true disciple, and he has martial arts attainments, I'm afraid, except for his master, the Sword Saint, there should be no one who can compare, right?"

"This kid, this kid is really kicking the iron plate. Murong Bo, how could he forgive him?"

When Murong Bo came downstairs, Long Tianxiang immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Brother Bo, I'm going to bother you to help me once this time! Someone actually killed my girlfriend in front of so many people! This field, I, Long Tianxiang, must find it back! I want him to be broken into ten thousand pieces!"

Murong Bo's face was indifferent, with a hint of arrogance and confidence, and said:

"Don't worry, with me today, I will definitely not let my brother's face, the face of the Long family, be trampled on!"

"In this way, thank you Brother Bo!"

"Take me there, I want to see who dares to be so arrogant. ”

"Brother Bo, it's over here, please come with me. ”

Murong Bo followed behind Long Tianxiang, at first, he didn't see Xiao Ye's face, Long Tianxiang was facing Xiao Ye, and said coldly:

"Stinky boy, my brother Bo is here, this time, I see how arrogant you are! Brother Bo, it's him!"

Murong Bo and Xiao Ye, the moment the two pairs of eyes met, Murong Bo was instantly stunned.

"It's you!"

Xiao Ye looked indifferent, and even felt a little funny.

"Yo, long time no see. ”

Long Tianxiang looked confused, looked at Murong Bo, and then at Xiao Ye, and said with a puzzled expression:

"Brother Bo, do you know him?"

Murong Bo Tie blushed, clenched his steel teeth, his fists were also clenched white, and he said coldly:

"Even if he turns to ashes, I won't forget him!"

Long Tianxiang looked at Murong Bo's expression, and his face was even more puzzled.

"Brother Bo! You also have a grudge against this kid? This is interesting, this kid even dares to provoke you, and he really thinks that his life is big!"

Xiao Ye smiled indifferently, holding Xia Jinxi with one hand, and putting one hand in his pocket, he turned around and left directly.

"I thought that I could come out and see something, but I didn't expect it to be another piece of garbage, a waste of my time. You scumbags, play by yourself, you won't be accompanied. ”

Long Tianxiang immediately pointed at Xiao Ye and shouted:

"Hey, stop, my brother is here, how can you be presumptuous? I didn't let you go, did you go?"

Xiao Ye paused, slightly sideways, and did not look back.

"Then you should ask your brother Bo, is Jiangnan's slap loud? If not, I'll give him another slap!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately gasped in unison.

"Shh~!What does he mean by that? Why do I feel a little dizzy?"

"Are you funny? I didn't hear him say, he beat Murong Bo, or did he slap him!"

"My God, Murong Bo, the apprentice of the Sword Saint, was slapped by him, who is this kid?"

"Fake, right? Anyway, I can't believe it, that's the apprentice of the Sword Saint! It's not an ordinary person! In terms of strength, status, and financial resources, he doesn't lack anything, how can he let a child slap him?"

"Then look, why didn't Murong Bo dare to step forward to stop people?"

In an instant, the entire restaurant fell completely silent!

This time, no one is talking too much nonsense!

Indeed, Murong Bo didn't dare to step forward to stop Xiao Ye, this is already the best explanation!

Long Tianxiang was a little anxious and said:

"Brother Bo, why did you just let him go like that? You shouldn't have really been beaten by him, right?"

Murong Bo's eyelids twitched, his fists clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed.

After a while, like a deflated ball, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"You have your girlfriend's body disposed of first, and we'll go up and talk about the rest. ”

Long Tianxiang's heart was very depressed, isn't Murong Bo's words equivalent to indirectly admitting the fact that he was beaten?

After sending someone to dispose of his girlfriend's body, Long Tianxiang couldn't wait to follow immediately.

After he came up, Murong Bo was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless stream of cars and pedestrians on the street, his eyes were deep and painful!

"Brother Bo, who is that Xiao Ye?"

Murong Bo sensed his arrival and sighed deeply, his eyes as if they were caught in some painful memory.

"It was a year ago, in the south of the Yangtze River in Huaxia, there was a martial arts wizard, and it was Xiao Ye. He passed all the way, his reputation gradually rose, he showed his prominence in Jiangnan, and then quickly swept away the major forces! He became a unique existence in Jiangnan! However, it was precisely because his edge was so strong that he provoked Li Liushui, the Southern Sword God who was as famous as my master at that time! Therefore, he was asked by the Sword God Li Liushui to fight on the river!"

Long Tianxiang's pupils shrank instantly.

The name of the Southern Sword God Li Liushui, he had also heard of it a little, that guy who was enough to compete with the Northern Sword Saint Lu Qingshan, as a descendant of the Long family, how could he not know?

"In that battle, my master asked me to go over and send a war sticker, if Xiao Ye wins, please send a war sticker to Xiao Ye, if Li Liushui wins, then ask the war sticker to send Li Liushui. ”

At that time, almost everyone was only optimistic about the sword god Li Liushui, but they never thought that Xiao Ye would finally cut Li Liushui into the water! At that moment, the wealthy families of many provinces in the south of the Yangtze River all knelt down to worship on the ground! Xiao Ye was in the limelight for a while. ”

"Then how could he involve you?"

Long Tianxiang's words made Murong Bo's pupils full of bloodshots.

"I haven't handed out my master's battle invitation yet, so Xiao Ye actually asked me to kneel! I, Murong Bo, as a disciple of the Sword Saint, how can I kneel to others? Xiao Ye, seeing that I don't kneel, relying on my own strength, actually slapped me unconscious in public!"

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