When they reached the realm of the Innate Martial Saint, their bodies could no longer limit their strength.

The young man was handsome, with a lotus flower in his chest, and a delicate small wine jug in his hand, like an elegant nobleman.

He looked at Yin Ming with a cold look in his eyes, faintly hostile.

Yin Ming's heart sank, knowing that today's matter was in trouble.

This person's momentum and means are afraid that he is an innate martial saint.

How could there be such a terrifying master hidden in the Hou Mansion?

Yin Ming thought a lot in an instant, but he couldn't understand why this kind of character would be hostile to him.

With the strength of the innate martial saint, it is not as good as the congenital, and they are all like ants.

Would a god-man be hostile to ants?

The man finally spoke coldly: "Dude, who are you pretending to be?"

If it weren't for the fact that there were only the two of them and the crazy Liu Teng here, Yin Ming almost suspected that this person was not talking to him.

He is just a scholar, not even a scribe, in other words, he is a martial artist.

In the face of the Innate Martial Saint, what do you have to pretend?

Yin Ming recited the outline of the scriptures in his heart, and his literary qi was surging wildly, and he was finally alive and bloody, and he was barely able to speak.

Yin Ming said slowly: "This senior, do you say that I am cheating, please make it clear." ”

Although he had difficulty in moving, his words were neither humble nor arrogant.

This made the young man even more jealous, because judging from the other party's words, his mind was not suppressed by himself at all.

Not congenital, all are ants.

If this kid is not a congenital master, facing himself is like a mortal facing a god.

Don't talk about it like this, I'm afraid that I would have already kowtowed on the ground.

The young man drew his long sword sharply and pointed it at Yin Ming.

He shouted: "You don't have to be embarrassed, and you have to pretend to be an ordinary person, who are you?"

"You're trying so hard to plot against me, and I'm afraid it's not just because of my notoriety. ”

"I don't remember seeing you, let alone Liangzi. ”

He suddenly laughed wildly and said, "Haha, could it be that Lao Tzu inadvertently killed your wife in the past?"

He suddenly looked like a madman, but he was even more powerful.

In the spine point of Yin Ming's back, the stars of Wenqu surged, trying his best to resist this oppression.

The young man laughed and said, "Do you look down on me?"

"Do you think I can't detect all the innate inner breath in the back and spine points?"

"Everyone is in the same way, you play such a small trick, it is too bad!"

Yin Ming saw that this person was crazy and stubborn, and finally became annoyed.

It's not that he spares his life, but today is so dangerous that there is no way to resolve it.

Yin Mingqi hit upwards and simply put his heart sideways.

As soon as he let go like this, his thoughts were clear, and his oppression was greatly reduced.

Wenqi traveled all over his body, adding a force to him.

This is the beauty of lighting up a soul, strengthening the soul inside and strengthening the body outside.

At the same time, the spine point on his back was tingling, and a stream of white gas gushed out.

This white qi emerged from the Baihui acupoint above his head and hung above his head.

When the young man saw Yin Ming revealing such a vision, his eyes lit up, revealing a fierce battle intent.

The young man held his sword and shouted: "That's right, show your blade, kill happily today, see if you die or I die!"

Yin Ming shouted categorically: "Stop, listen to me!"

"There is a way to cut down but there is no way, and this heavenly principle has been there for a long time. ”

"However, I haven't heard of it, I don't know the principles of heaven, I can't understand things, and I would rather be evil?"

These two words, including Yin Ming's literary aura, carried a secret power that hit the heart directly, and rushed towards the young man.

This is a kind of use of culture.

Now that Yin Ming is in the realm of Wensheng, he can use his literary spirit to hurt the enemy and attack the heart.

Of course, its destructive power is limited.

However, the "Spring and Autumn Dew" he cultivated was written by the Great Confucian, which attracted the starlight and guided the literary qi, but it made Yin Ming's attack increase the power by three points.

This method, if an ordinary samurai is faced with it, he is afraid that he will subconsciously lose his blade.

However, in the face of this young man, he is still too immature.

This attack was like a spider's web on the young man's face.

Not to mention the pain, you can't even itch.

However, the young man's face changed, and this kind of means of hitting the heart was unheard of!

The coldness and murderous intent on his face were three points shallower, and he was a little more suspicious.

He looked at Yin Ming and said coldly, "You are still a literati?"

When he said this, his face was strangely gentle.

Yin Ming had a straight face and said solemnly: "I am a literati, and I am just a literati. ”

"Your Excellency doesn't ask questions, and you act in vain, aren't you afraid of spreading it out and making people laugh?"

The young man still did not completely relax his vigilance, and shouted, "Then you report your name!"

Yin Ming is in a state of full of literature and thoughts.

He said-for-tat: "If you ask someone for their name and surname, why don't you report their name first?"

The young man was stunned for a moment and asked, "You really don't know me?"

Yin Ming said lightly: "Although the Innate Martial Saint is great, it may not be known to everyone. ”

The young man smiled strangely: "My name is Bai Yan." ”

Bai Yan?

There may be many people named Bai Yan, but there is only one innate martial saint.