Murong looked at Bai Teman, who was standing in the carriage with an extremely excited expression, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, a trace of joy flashed on her face, but a question arose in her heart.

Bai Teman suddenly woke up in Chang'an that day, and he wanted to follow Su Jing to Songjiang again, so he was afraid that he would have no time to take care of him, so he also took him to Songjiang and placed him in his own courtyard in Songjiang, but now, why did he suddenly appear on this train to Dongshan?

Did he leave on his own accord, or was he kidnapped?

Just as she was thinking about it, Murong's eyes suddenly locked, and she moved to Bai Teman's side, but she saw a young man who was not very old looking at herself with a scrutinizing gaze, and her brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

This gaze made Murong very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?" she asked, looking at Whiteman again.

Bai Teman's face turned red, and he was about to answer, but he subconsciously glanced at the young man beside him, and the young man happened to look at it, the meaning in his eyes was inexplicable, but there was clearly a warning meaning.

Bai Teman's body trembled suddenly, looking at Murong, unable to speak anymore.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Murong's eyes, and he couldn't care about the three clown-like people who jumped off the beam anymore, his red sleeves came out of his hand, pointed directly at the young man, his voice was cold, and he asked word by word: "Who are you?"

Her momentum suddenly rose to the extreme, and she did not despise the person she was referring to because he was only a teenager.

Modern rivers and lakes cannot be judged by age.

It is not uncommon for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to awaken the memory of Bodhidharma Zhang Sanfeng, and after a terrifying amount of heaven and earth vitality infusion, he will immediately become a generation of grandmasters.

Moreover, from the first time Murong saw the young man, she knew that this person was the extremely dangerous master that Bao Feng had said before.

The young man's face was full of anger, but he didn't pay attention to her, but turned his head to look at Bai Teman beside him, and said lightly: "This person is the girl of the Murong family that you thought about for a long time, Murong Yan?"

He didn't wait for Bai Teman to answer, he turned his head to look at Murong again: "But it's too rude." ”

When the words fell, the young man's face turned pale.

The temperature of the entire carriage seemed to drop by ten degrees suddenly, as if even the air had frozen, and everyone, even ordinary people without martial arts, noticed the changes in the young man's body without any obstacles.

Although he sat there relaxedly, he had a grandmaster temperament, and if there was a substantial killing intent, it would rise even more.

Once, he loved his nephew more than his own life. This time, he also did not allow his nephew to die at the hands of a woman again.

Even if there is even the slightest possibility, he will strangle it in the cradle.

Beside the boy, Whiteman changed color.

Murong who bore the brunt of the attack turned pale.

Bao Feng wanted to get up and block in front of his young lady.

And Su Jing, who was almost out of the way, also tightened his body at the first time.

"I advise you not to do it and obey the order of the ride, or else"

At this time, it was the martial arts elite who had six doors behind him who spoke, his face was solemn, his voice was generous and powerful, and justice was awe-inspiring to the extreme.

But the last threatening words didn't have time to speak, and the young man was already in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, and a palm was imprinted on his chest.

Bang!

The elite of the Martial Arts Association flew out upside down, slammed into the door of the other carriage, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground, his head tilted, and he died.

Fast!

It's almost extreme!

It's almost here, and White Termman only feels a flower in front of him, and he doesn't even have time to say "Uncle don't".

When it was almost there, Bao Feng saw the young man's movements clearly, but he didn't have time to react, and he was directly frightened.

When it was almost there, Murong only had time to stubbornly stab the red sleeve out, but it was a sword that pierced the air.

When it was almost there, Su Jing suddenly got up and crossed over Murong and touched the suitcase containing Miao Dao above her head, but she didn't have time to take it out.

In the next second, the heavy smell of blood diffused, and the entire carriage was suddenly in chaos, and people frantically fled through the door on the other side of the carriage.

The boy did not stand in the way.

After a while, the idle people in the carriage walked cleanly, leaving only Su Jing, who held the Miao knife in his hand, and Murong Baofeng, the master and servant, who stood side by side, who were on guard, Bai Teman, who stood at a loss on the spot, the four evils who seemed to be frightened, and Xiao Wan'er, who had undergone such a big change but never raised her head from beginning to end.

"Little girl, that slap just now was supposed to hit you. ”

The young man spoke, turned around slowly, and stood with his hands in his hands, with a proud face.

Then, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, only pausing slightly on Su Jing's body, and finally, he stopped in front of Su Jing.

Su Jing didn't know why, and when he looked down, his eyes shrank suddenly.

The old man was still drinking and eating meat.

It seemed that the extremely horrific scene that had just happened was completely inferior to the wine and food in front of him.

The boy stared at the old man, his brow furrowed.

He didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to speak rashly, and for a while, the whole carriage fell into silence again, except for the grunt of the old man looking up and drinking, and the chirping of shaking off his cheeks.

Su Jing looked at the old man in front of him, but he had a strange feeling in his heart.

Could it be that this old man is a grandmaster-level figure at the same level as the young man in front of him? With his Su Jing's eyesight today, he has even lost his eyes?

Although it is a little incredible, the facts in front of him are so, and he can't help but admit it.

The rivers and lakes are really big.

You think your martial arts are very high, but there will always be someone who is better than you and makes you look up.

At this point, Su Jing suddenly relaxed, and then returned to his seat again, looking at this old man who was eating and drinking, full of questions.

Who is the old man?

Who is that mighty young man?

At this time, Bai Teman finally came back to his senses, he glanced at Murong, then looked at the young man, and spit out two words bitterly: "Uncle"

Murong glared and looked at Bai Teman, although he was a little mentally prepared, his face was still full of incredulity.

Uncle?

Whiteman smiled wryly and nodded slightly.

But the young man didn't react, still staring at the old man who didn't have any scruples about the things around him.

Long.

The old man finally finished eating the last piece of meat, drank the last sip of wine, wiped his mouth, let out a sigh, and said, "What a pleasure." ”

Then he sat up, turned to look at the boy, and grinned, "Long time no see, old poison." ”

The sound is not loud, but it is like thunder, and everyone is shocked!

Old poison.

West Poison, Ouyang Feng!

If this old man dares to call him that, then his identity is

Sure enough, the expression on the face of the young Ouyang Feng changed again and again, and finally he finally returned to calm, looked at the old man, smiled faintly, and said, "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I am called Hua." ”

There was a thunderclap.

It's called old.

Bei Beggar, Hong Qigong!(To be continued.) )