Wen Yiming knew that this beautiful young woman was from the Mingyang Palace, so he didn't have any good feelings, so Suo Xin leaned down on the couch, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep~щww~~lā

Wen Xiangtong was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Young Master Wen, you seem to be very hostile to me, it seems that this is the second time we have met." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Wen Yiming didn't make a sound, and said in his heart, isn't she the county lord? Why can't I hear the taste of the county lord in the language, but she is quite easy-going, delusion, it must be an illusion, sleep!

Wen Xiangtong was slightly embarrassed, and then her beautiful eyes turned, and she said, "This time you can be selected by the Creative Art Pavilion, it is really the blessing of my Southern Liang Kingdom"

Listening to this woman's chatter about how Nanliang was bullied, and what kind of tirade made Wen Yiming annoyed. So he opened his eyes and sat down violently, staring at Wen Xiangtong, who was interrupted by his actions, and frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Xiangtong was not annoyed, and said in his heart, it really seems to be! Especially the serious look is similar to when he was young

"It's nothing, I just feel that Gongzi Wen has brought shelter to the Southern Liang Kingdom, and I want to thank you. I don't know where Gongzi Wen's family lives? Who are some people in the family? When I return from the Youyue Dynasty, I will definitely come to visit!"

Wen Yiming's face sank, although he heard Wen Xiangtong's easy-going tone with a hint of strange kindness, how could a woman like the county lord not have scheming and means.

Wen Yiming snorted lightly and said coldly, "County Lord, Wen Yuanzheng was killed by me, I don't like to cheat me, I'm not used to the intrigue of your palace, what should I do, just say it! Dare to go down to the twin cities, I, Wen Yiming, I'm not afraid." ”

Wen Xiangtong was obviously stunned, feeling the murderous aura emanating from the opposite side, and couldn't help leaning back, before he wondered for a long time, "You killed Yuan Zheng?"

"Heh" Wen Yiming sneered, "The acting skills are good, but you have found the wrong object, you have to take advantage of it now, but with your cultivation at the fifth level of martial arts, you may not be able to retreat." ”

Saying that, Wen Yiming directly sacrificed the long stick, Wen Xiangtong cultivated too much higher than him, he was confident that he could protect himself, but he didn't dare to be careless.

"Stop, what's going on?" Just when Wen Xiangtong was at a loss, Yutenxiang, who felt the murderous aura suddenly coming from behind, didn't even stop the carriage, and rushed directly from the front. When he saw Wen Yiming holding a long stick and ready to go, he hurriedly shouted.

"She wants to kill me!" Wen Yiming didn't wait for Wen Xiangtong to speak, and raised his head first, and the villain's demeanor was vividly displayed.

"I" looked at Yu Tengxiang's puzzled eyes, Wen Xiangtong really wanted to pounce on and bite this scoundrel to death. From beginning to end, this guy is aggressive, which is good, and now he is still beating up, isn't this the wicked suing first?

Yu Tengxiang smiled reluctantly and said, "I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding in the middle, right? Xiangtong is my best friend from childhood to adulthood, and in the carriage of Moxiang Shuxuan, she will not do such a thing." ”

Wen Yiming put the long stick on his lap, snorted coldly, turned his head to look out the window and was silent, but he was thinking in his heart, what is the purpose of this woman, saying that she is here to thank her, it is definitely so fake that you can distinguish it without scanning the QR code.

Just thinking about it, as the carriage moved quickly, I saw two gray-clothed young men besieging a tall and burly man in front of the official road outside the window. The burly man was bleeding all over, and he fought bravely and did not retreat.

Wen Yiming was just about to put down the curtains, when he suddenly saw the heavy knife in the door panel in the burly man's hand, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Yang Tianhao?" When Wen Yiming muttered to himself, he didn't have time to stop in front of him, and he had already rushed out of the window.

Yu Tengxiang and Wen Xiangtong were slightly stunned, and hurriedly stopped in front, and then jumped out of the carriage to look at Wen Yiming, who had been left behind a hundred meters behind.

At this time, Wen Yiming was still two hundred meters away from Yang Tianhao, and he was holding the long stick on his back with his oblique hand, and eight steps broke out under his feet to catch the cicada, and he had already rushed into a hundred meters between three steps.

"Brother Tianhao, resist it!"

With a loud shout, he went fifty meters further.

Yang Tianhao had no time to care about who was coming, and he had been stabbed twice in a short period of time. One of the gray-clothed young men stabbed at Yang Tianhao frequently, while the other turned around and looked coldly at Wen Yiming, who was rushing towards him, cracking his big mouth to reveal his white teeth, and a bloodthirsty hideous face covered his entire face.

Jump up, jump, thunder roar released instantly.

"Ho-hoo!"

Zi Mang slashed into the air with the sound wave shock, and released it without sparing a hand with the gun intent of anyone else.

The gray-clothed man's face was shocked, he thought that with the cultivation of the ninth layer of the samurai, he could slash this white-haired monster who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. When he felt the overwhelming attack, the hideousness on his face instantly turned into consternation.

'Puff~~~!'

In the early stage of the ninth layer of ordinary warriors, he dared to rush into battle under carelessness, and although Wen Yiming did not have a triple outbreak, he still slashed the gray-clothed man twenty meters away with a stick.

Whether it was killed with a stick or not, Wen Yiming didn't pay attention to it at all, and he stepped violently, and rushed towards the other remnant who was killing him.

'Dang dang dang!'

A series of three sticks split the three knives that the gray-clothed man killed Yang Tianhao, staggered his legs and stepped on the unicorn step, turned over and swept out.

Without the inertia of charging, the man in gray was able to connect the following two sticks, but his arms were already numb, and his heart was terrified.

At this time, he found that the companion was half-paralyzed not far away, vomiting blood, and looking at the state of his arms, it was estimated that he had been broken.

"Boy, dare to meddle with the affairs of Qingyun Castle, you are so bold!" the gray-clothed man shouted sharply and restrainedly, and was once again chopped back five steps by Wen Yiming.

Wen Yiming's three sticks in a row had no effect, and he was already a little impatient. For a long time, I have been accustomed to the violent crushing of people with a stick, and I am not used to this style of play for a while.

In the next second, Wen Yiming's long stick slashed down with the purple mang, splitting the gray-clothed man again, and before the stick subsided, he shook his shoulders and roared, and took the long stick out of his hand, and at the same time, the eight steps under his feet to catch the cicada exploded to the extreme, and it was almost on par with the long stick that took off his hand.

When he pounced forward, the long stick had already taken the first step, and while the gray-clothed man leaned over and narrowly split the long stick, Wen Yiming, who was shaped like a cheetah rushing, had already poked out his right paw and took it straight to his throat.

Horror!

At such a fast speed, the man in gray couldn't believe that he was dying.

"Die!"

With the sound of clicks and the disgusting sound of muscles being torn, blood splattered all over the bodies of the two.

When Wen Yiming picked up the long stick, he was extremely unhappy, and under the unreleased gun intent and sacrificial blows, his combat effectiveness was sharply reduced, and he didn't knock over the gray-clothed man with three sticks in a row, which made him very depressed.

He didn't know how he would feel if his thoughts were known to Yutenxiang and the others.

Yu Tengxiang and Wen Xiangtong saw Wen Yiming burst out with extreme speed two hundred meters away, and the speed was amazing.

And when Gu Jianshu, Xian Yu Qianyang and the others got off the carriage, they happened to witness the scene of the gray-clothed man of the ninth layer of the warrior being slashed by Wen Yiming with a stick.

Xian Yu Qianyang's face changed slightly, and his brows furrowed deeply, and the book that Gu Jianshu had never left his hand all year round actually fell to the ground at that moment. When he saw Wen Yiming forcing another warrior's ninth-layer martial cultivator into disadvantage with just three sticks, the pride in his heart was already shaking.

He is only a ninth-level warrior cultivator, and in half a year, his cultivation has directly followed Le Qianwen, which makes him extremely proud. Although Le Qianwen is now in the martial arts stage, he believes that with his talent, he will catch up in another half a year.

Until the second Wen Yiming tore his opponent's throat apart, that bloody and primitive fighting style had shattered what little arrogance he had left.

And at this moment, he realized that cultivation does not mean everything. If you really want to say that it represents, it means that he is also not Wen Yiming's general!

This kind of thinking made him very bitter, but it lingered.

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