Hearing Cui Lang's words, Wen Yiming was stunned at first, and then immediately understood the meaning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As he looked out of the tavern, there was a burst of hip-hop laughter, followed by a tall and burly ragged figure staggering into the tavern, followed by five or six great martial artists and martial cultivators, pointing fingers at the man and teasing him, and from time to time raising his leg to kick him.

Wen Yiming looked at the man carefully, his long hair was curled into strips, and he didn't know how long he hadn't washed it, and it was all greasy; The beard covers most of the face, dragging down the chest, slightly yellowing; The dirty face is slightly vicissitudes, the eyes are blank, and the steps are swaying like the walking dead; The tattered clothes on his body were wrapped in a layer of linen, which slightly blocked some of the places where the flesh was present; Knee-high trousers glittered greasy, and he dragged a pair of torn straw sandals, covered in mud and grass clippings.

Grass! Wen Yiming shook his head secretly, this beggar is not as good as a down-and-out man, if it weren't for the cultivation of the fourth layer of the Martial King, he really couldn't associate the name of the King of Spears with this person.

Is this person really Zeng Tianyou? Although Wen Yiming knew that what Cui Lang said when he said 'he is here' meant Zeng Tianyou, he still couldn't believe it, this was even more decadent than he imagined.

No, it can't be described as decadent at all, it's simply a waste person waiting for death.

Wen Yiming's heart was half cold, and he felt that those bloody copper pieces were estimated to be of little use, and Wen Ziyu, the king of Mingyang, was afraid that he was going to be entrusted to someone else, hum! He didn't know if he was smiling bitterly or sneering.

rushed to the north with great difficulty, but the martial king in his mind is like this, if he is not disappointed, it is self-deception.

"Wow, Brother Wuwang, I haven't been here for almost half a month, you really make us miss it!" A short-haired martial artist on the first floor of a great martial artist raised his foot and kicked the man's knee.

Wen Yiming recognized this person, it was the person who threatened him in the crocodile group yesterday, the group in the tavern laughed, and even the group of people who gambled in the middle hall also put away the spirit crystals in front of them, with a playful look on their faces, Wen Yiming frowned and looked at Zeng Tianyou, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Zeng Tianyou didn't react, just shook a few steps forward along the force, continued to walk towards the counter with an expressionless face, and took out a small storage bag from the linen on his chest.

"Yo! Brother Wu Wang, the storage bag I left for you last time is still there? Gotta check it on me, is there anything valuable in it? A drinker next to him got up and grabbed the storage bag, checked it, smashed it on Zeng Tianyou's face, and rolled down his beard into Zeng Tianyou's hand again.

The drinker spat on him and said stupidly, "What about the spirit crystal? What kind of wine are you going to buy without spirit crystals? ”

The tavern erupted in laughter again, and laughter raged.

"Haha, Lao He, how can Brother Wu Wang have a spirit crystal, you want to go crazy with a spirit crystal."

"I said Lao He, his linen cloth may be some kind of rare armor, it is better to peel it off and check it."

Zeng Tianyou still walked towards the counter with an expressionless face, the drinker named Lao He seemed to be very unhappy to be ridiculed, shook off his steps, kicked Zeng Tianyou's waist and eyes, kicked him in front of the counter, and then stepped forward and stepped on his back, and scolded with a smile: "Hey, what about your uncle asking you, what about Lingjing?" ”

Immediately afterwards, the crocodile group and some drinkers also gathered around, laughing and cursing while raising their legs and kicking, and there was a dull thump sound.

Wen Yiming twisted his head sideways, and the legs of those drinkers were merciless, although the physical strength of the martial king could not hurt even if he did not resist with luck, but he really couldn't bear to watch this kind of scene.

He didn't want to come forward, he didn't know the beginning and the end, but the anger aroused by the culprit of the slaughter of the three cities was difficult to quell, although it had nothing to do with these martial cultivators, no one sympathized with Zeng Tianyou, and he didn't want to be hostile to this bird.

The kicking and spitting attacks lasted for dozens of minutes, and the people in the tavern changed three waves before they stopped, and the shopkeeper at the counter was also propped up on the table, smiling and watching these martial arts cultivators fight, and from time to time they made suggestions.

"This flower stinks, tear off his shroud and throw it out, let him breathe!" The shopkeeper saw that everyone had stopped, and hurriedly spoke.

With the sound of laughter, several tired drinkers really stepped forward, and with two 'snorts', they tore open the linen cloth wrapped in Zeng Tianyou, revealing a shirt full of holes, and laughed non-stop. One of the martial cultivators even took out a fire chain and laughed: "Brother Martial Wang, I'll help you clean up your beard, it's free, haha!" ”

Zeng Tianyou was still expressionless at the moment, but his face was full of bruises and bloodstains, after all, his face was still unable to resist Da Wusheng's full kicking.

In the midst of the high emotions of many martial cultivators, Cui Lang turned his head, his face was unbearable, he sighed and was about to speak, when he saw Wen Yiming stand up, and after being stunned, he hurriedly glanced at him.

Wen Yiming can't stand it anymore, perhaps, the poor person must have something to hate! But even if there are a thousand evils, a martial king should not suffer such humiliation. This is even more cruel than Ling Chi.

Just beat and scold, if he still strips his clothes, Wen Yiming is indeed a little unbearable.

Wen Yiming turned a blind eye to Cui Lang's eyes, he knew that Cui Lang had good intentions, and he himself understood that although Zeng Tianyou had no friendship with him, he had a trace of connection, and it was related to him by bypassing the Western Regions from the south and squeezing time to reach the northern Xinjiang, which can be regarded as a little fate in the dark.

"Stop!"

The tavern was full of excitement, and a low drink infused with true yuan sounded, attracting everyone's eyes in surprise.

Seeing that it was a white-haired young man from the fourth floor of a martial artist, he walked over slowly, and after being stunned for a moment, he frowned.

"Boy, who are you? Which team's? Any idea what we're doing? Get out of the way. ”

"Huh! Crocodile regiment, isn't this the kid who killed your vice-captain? Why, haven't you notified Gong Bin to come over and scrape him alive? ”

"Grass, I heard someone ask Zeng Tianyou yesterday, is it this mess, pull it over and have fun together!"

"Haha, stay for a while, strip this mess naked, hang it up with Brother Wu Wang's gang to bask in the sun..."

"Yo he...... Good attention! Hang higher, use a slingshot to bounce a small jj, see who has a good head, haha..."

"Brother of the crocodile group, pull that little piece of crumbs over, let's press you down!"

"Yes, yes, if he dares to resist, Lao Tzu Jiang Bo will button out his intestines as a trouser belt."

“......”

Cui Lang's face turned pale, and he looked at Wen Yiming, who had an indifferent face, standing only five meters away from Zeng Tianyou's prostrate, and five fierce strong men had already been squeezed out of the crowd and approached him.

Wen Yiming glanced around, frowned, and said: "In Northern Xinjiang, no one is afraid of death, and it is useless to be afraid of death. ”

The corners of many of them curled up slightly, and the five strong men also stopped, wanting to hear what Wen Yiming had to say.

There's not much fun in an out-of-town town like Broken Bones, and they don't want to cut off the source of the fun all at once.

Of course, the martial cultivators of the five crocodile regiments also knew that Wen Yiming's combat power was strong, and he could kill their vice-captain with one punch, he must have hidden his cultivation, and if there were not so many colleagues to help, they would not dare to come forward.

Wen Yiming lowered his head and smiled, "But I believe that no one will want to live in humiliation."

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated." Wen Yiming pointed at Zeng Tianyou and sneered: "It's really a man, just kill him!" ”