On the streets of Ye Qing's Tianjing City, passers-by had never seen such a domineering person, and they all looked to discuss, but they didn't know who this person was.

Ye Qing rode his horse to an alley in Dongcheng, which was quiet and chic, and it was a rare place to live in Beijing. Although Ye Qing stayed in Zizhu City all the year round, he did not forget to instruct people to arrange a hand in this Tianjing City, and he bought a number of houses in Tianjing City in the early years. Over the years, he has been looking for someone to maintain the few places, and the house in this alley is one of them.

His mount was a large brownish-gray horse, and the horse itself walked quietly on the bluestone pavement in the alley, but at this moment, for some reason, suddenly stopped. The sound of horses' hooves came to an abrupt end in the quiet alleyway.

Ye Qing himself sat on horseback, looking at the scenery with great interest as the laneway deepened layer by layer, and at this moment he saw the mount stop, and the smile on his face was sheng: "Which friend is here to greet Ye, please show up." ”

Before Ye Qing's words fell, two flying knives flew out of the shadows, one flew towards Ye Qing's eyes, and the other flew towards Ye Qing's neck. It can't be said that it is not ruthless.

Ye Qing reacted quickly, patted the horse's back, and rose into the air, while the mount under him was hurt by this palm, let out a long neigh, and ran along the same road. Ye Qing landed lightly on the wall, glanced back, and saw that the two flying knives had sunk into the wall behind him, and there was no sound.

The smile on Ye Qing's face narrowed slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "Which friend, show up, Ye asked one last time." ”

What answered him was two more flying knives that stabbed out diagonally, Ye Qing was defenseless, so he had to take the half of the crape myrtle in the wooden box under his armpit in his hand, and a sword flower picked up the two flying knives.

But the second flying knife went towards Ye Qing's lower abdomen, the position was vicious, even if Ye Qing used crape myrtle to block it, the flying knife still rubbed Ye Qing's clothes diagonally, and the small bag of red robe tea in his arms was torn a small hole, leaking out a lot of tea leaves, scattered from the wall to the ground.

The smile on Ye Qing's face disappeared, replaced by an indescribable cold aura, he put the half pack of red robe in his arms on the wall, closed his eyes completely, and a pair of ears swayed slightly.

This time, two flying knives stabbed out from the shadows, Ye Qing didn't open his eyes, turned around, and threw the crape myrtle in his hand towards the root of the wall not far away.

Seeing this, the person under the root of the wall flew out and wanted to go up to the wall first, but Ye Qing followed closely behind, not to pick up the crape myrtle sword, but to stretch out his hand directly towards the person's back. His hand was clenched into a claw-like shape, and he used a black tiger to dig out his heart.

The person who was being chased knew that he would not be able to outrun this thin monkey, his sleeves flicked, and a dagger appeared in his hand, he turned around at the head of the wall and shot back, his upper body leaned towards Ye Qing's side, but his legs took several steps back because of inertia.

Seeing this, Ye Qing stopped and opened a pair of eyes.

Although it was daylight, the weather was gloomy, and the man's gray-black cloth coat was like an ordinary pawn of a peddler, and it did not attract attention. The dagger in his hand flickered with cold light, Ye Qing looked at the dagger, sighed, and said, "Who sent you, anyway, maybe I can let you go." ”

The man covered his face with a black cloth, but did not answer after listening to Ye Qing's question, but rushed over and stabbed the dagger towards Ye Qing's face.

Ye Qing's body was like a snake, the whole person fell obliquely, dodging the thorn, his right hand became a claw, and from the space under the person's left hand, he slammed into the flesh and blood. The man shouted in pain, pulling and wanting to jump away, Ye Qing had a cruel smile on his face, stepped on it with one foot, and grabbed a piece of meat from the man's right shoulder.

The man's dagger fell from the wall, lay on the ground, pressed his left hand against the wound in his right shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Little thief, where to go!" Ye Qing followed, approaching the man's back step by step.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the man turned around and confronted Ye Qing again.

Ye Qing spoke again and said, "When I first arrived in Tianjing, it was like taking my life, which is not kind. ”

The man's left hand shook, and a flying knife flew towards Ye Qing, Ye Qing didn't even dodge this time, the man thought that he had succeeded in the blow, and turned around and ran away. Ye Qing flipped his right hand and caught the flying knife between his fingers. Looking at it at this moment, the flying knife is no more than the size and length of a willow leaf. Ye Qing closed his eyes, followed the direction of the man's escape, and struck a flying knife, and immediately, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

"Hmph." Ye Qing glanced in that direction with disdain, but he didn't go over to confirm the person's life or death. He believed in his own skills and experience, and the people who would assassinate him at this time were all outlaws, and it was impossible to find anything useful on them.

He turned around and first came to the abandoned Ziwei Sword. Ziwei Sword lost its tip, and with a throw Ye Qing just now, he still inserted the headless sword into the bluestone slab under the wall. He held the Ziwei Sword in his hand and came to the place where the red robe was originally placed.

He leaned the crape myrtle sword against the wall, picked up the tea leaves that had been spilled on the ground little by little, and filled them in the broken cloth bag. He still had the blood of the man on his hands, but he didn't care at all, and kept saying, "It's a pity, it's a pity......"