The tea trembled faster and faster, and at the same time, the sound of galloping horses was heard in the distance.

The sudden restlessness paused Lei Ling's thoughts, he frowned slightly, and put away his fingers that were sketching on the table.

The fingers were raised, and the watermark gradually dissipated, but the sword intent on the table did not dissipate for a long time.

The speed of the horse team was very fast, and the shopkeeper looked curiously, only to see seven high-backed horses galloping, and on the horseback sat six men in light armor, all of whom were mighty and extraordinary, and the momentum that was unintentionally exuded from their bodies made the ordinary people who were rushing nearby tremble and hurriedly dodge.

However, it was not these six men who attracted the most attention, but the young man who was protected by the six people in the middle, the young man was handsome, exquisitely dressed, and exuded a noble atmosphere.

The old man couldn't help but sigh: "What a handsome and luxurious son!"

Seven horses raised dust all the way, and finally stopped in front of the thatched pavilion, and the six guards jumped off their horses first, and then the handsome young man also turned over and dismounted.

The young man spoke, "Now let's rest here!"

"Yes!"

A guard walked up to the old man, the old man was a little nervous, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, the cold aura emanating from the man's body made him can't help but tremble his legs.

The guard took out a porcelain vase from the ring and said to the old man: "Our son is thirsty, take these fragrant teas to make a pot of tea, and the water needs freshly beaten clean water, do you understand?!"

The old man took the porcelain vase tremblingly, and nodded vigorously, "Understand!

As he spoke, the remaining five guards protected the young man and entered the thatched pavilion, where there were only three tables, and each table could only sit for a maximum of three people, because Lei Ling occupied one table, and they couldn't sit down all.

One of the guards strode up to Lei Ling, took out a handful of silverstones from the spirit ring, and threw them all on the table, and the silverstones bounced on the wooden tabletop, making a rattling sound.

"This table is requisitioned by our son, leave quickly!"

Lei Ling's brows furrowed slightly, he was thinking about the righteousness of the sword, he didn't like it when he was interrupted just now, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he was disturbed again at this time.

Seeing that Lei Ling was indifferent, the guard shouted: "I told you to leave quickly, can't you hear me?!"

"Don't bother me. ”

Lei Ling spoke, his voice a little cold.

At the same time, Lei Ling's words contained a trace of sword intent condensed when he was thinking, and as soon as he spoke, the guards beside him couldn't help but have an illusion of a sword hanging above his head.

The guard exclaimed in his heart: "What a terrible sword intent, what kind of person is this young man?!"

Seeing that his guards had not driven the young man away for a long time, the young man said with some displeasure: "Lu San, what are you still doing in a daze, since he is not willing to get out by himself, then throw him out!"

Known as Lu San's guard, his heart trembled, he has been following the young man for several years, and he knows his master's temperament best, the master has given an order, he must carry it out, otherwise if he angers the young man, his fate will be very tragic.

Thinking of this, Lu San did not hesitate to grab the young man in front of him, in his opinion, no matter how weird the young man is, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he can have the cultivation of the Open Light Realm Realm, and with his fivefold realm of the Fusion Realm, he can throw the young man out of the Mao Pavilion with his outstretched hand.

Lu San made a move, his arm was as fast as lightning, if Lei Ling was really as he thought, he was a martial artist of the Open Light Realm, he would naturally be unable to react, even if Lei Ling was a Fusion Realm martial artist, at such a close distance, he could not dodge.

But Lei Ling is not a martial artist of the Open Light Realm, let alone an ordinary Fusion Realm martial artist, he has just had an epiphany of the righteousness of the sword path from the fragments of the sword, how strong he is now, even Lei Ling himself does not know.

The spiritual power fluctuations generated by Lu San's move were quickly noticed by Lei Ling, and he did not open the golden pupil to find the weakness of Lu San's attack to launch a counterattack, but chose another more direct method.

Lei Ling's fingers moved slightly, swept over the table, and under his fingers, there was a watermark left when he sketched the righteousness of the sword.

After the thought was interrupted, the sword intent condensed on the table could not be poured out, and at this time, it was manipulated by Lei Ling, and finally found an outlet for catharsis.

"Whew!"

The crisp sound of breaking the air sounded, and Lu San only felt a terrifying force, rushing towards him at a speed a hundred times faster than his shot.

"Sting!"

The soft armor on Lu San's body was torn to pieces in an instant, and his upper body became naked.

A huge force blasted Lu San out of the Mao Pavilion, Lu San wanted to get up, but he only felt severe pain in the meridians all over his body, and he couldn't lift up a trace of spiritual power.

Lu San was taken aback, he hurriedly checked his body, only then did he find that his meridians were densely covered with sword marks, and if he forcibly operated his spiritual power, he was afraid that he would immediately burst the scarred meridians and become a waste person from now on.

Cold sweat broke out from Lu San's forehead and back, and Lu San realized what a stupid decision he made to attack the young man.

"Fortunately, the young man has mercy in his heart and has left three points of strength, if he has just started to kill, even if I don't die, he has become a waste person completely!"

"With such a powerful sword intent and exquisite control, this young man's kendo talent is simply terrifying!"

Lei Ling's shot completely shocked the other five guards, Lu San's strength can rank third among the six of them, and the young man subdued him with one move, even if they go together, I am afraid that they will only be sent to death.

Seeing that his men were beaten, the young man's face showed displeasure, and he glanced at the remaining guards, his voice containing majestic anger.

"You are so cowering, aren't you afraid of losing the face of my City Lord's Mansion?!"

"City Lord's Mansion?!"

Hearing the young man's words, Lei Ling finally turned around, and he realized that both the young man and the guard had a strange sign tattooed on their chests.

Everyone in the Qinchuan region knows that this symbol is the symbol of the largest city in the Qinchuan region, the Frozen City, and the only people who are qualified to wear this symbol are the Sun family, where the city lord of the Frozen City is located, and the people and horses under his command.

"Are you the Sun family?"

Facing Lei Ling's questioning, the young man said proudly: "That's right, I am the first family in the Qinchuan region, the second young master of the Sun family, Sun Wenyu!"

"Everyone knows the son of the Sun family, when I see it today, it really lives up to its reputation!"

For the Sun family, Lei Ling has no good feelings, it is precisely because Sun Wenyu's brother, Sun Kang, the eldest young master of the Sun family, and his woman Shen Ling'er have a ridiculous marriage contract for marriage.

If Lei Ling wants to be with Shen Ling'er, the Sun family is the hurdle he must overcome.