Yin Pi smiled suddenly and looked back at the middle-aged man on his left.

Pointing at Murong Yu, who was a little inexplicably proud, he said softly: "Fight, as long as he won't be killed, he will be beaten to death, I think Master Mu should also have warned us Mu Dagongzi, in the mundane world under this mountain, it is not on that mountain, a large group of fake monks can be scared to death by registering a number." ”

Murong Yu raised his head and looked at Yin Pi, usually he thought that the other party was just a spoiled mountain monk, after all, one of the six main veins of the Heavenly Sect, even if it was the last vein, for ordinary other sects, it was also a behemoth-like existence.

Moreover, there are really a lot of incense in the same vein, and the causal line is even more chaotic.

Just as Yin Pi is a mountain monk who has been coaxed, the Yin family, who holds the main vein of the overlapping hatred vein, is not it.

The more Yin Bi spoke, the happier he became, and continued to speak: "But Senior Brother Mu can rest assured, after all, they are still the same Sect Senior Brothers, and the senior brothers who should stay will keep them." ”

Murong Yu looked up rarely, looking at it, how he looked like Yin Pi, who was a fool, and he was also a few young disciples who were slightly higher in the same sect master's lineage, how could he be like this?

The middle-aged man on the left didn't have the slightest intention of moving.

Yin Bi turned his head, his eyes were a little uncertain, but in the blink of an eye, he passed by.

A smile appeared on his face, slightly turned his neck, and said to the woman in white beside the middle-aged man, "Oh, I almost forgot, it was Senior Sister Nuanhan's subordinate." ”

Yin Bi turned his head, looked at another shorter middle-aged man, and said, "You should always be from my Yin family, right?"

The shorter middle-aged man nodded hesitantly.

Yin Pi said with a gloomy smile: "Then go, anyway, you are also a mountain person, and the name of Mu Dagongzi can't scare you." ”

The implication is that Murong Yu's name frightened the middle-aged man who didn't move, and this is why he would have such an appearance.

The middle-aged man who didn't move before glanced at Yin Pi.

The woman in white, Si Nuanhan, is still motionless and doesn't care about herself.

It's really like nothing, not the people on the mountain and down the mountain, but everyone, but when Si Nuan's eyes swept to the back of the man in white who was sitting on a bench, guarding a jar of wine on the square table, and two empty bowls.

I don't know why there are ripples of weird feelings.

Yiyun has been in charge of the mustard seed realm under this mountain for more than a thousand years, but before this, the first line of the Luochen Si family where she is located can be said to have been in charge for thousands of years.

All kinds of wonders in the mustard seed world where the Daxuan Dynasty under the mountain is located, if it is true, Yiyun may not know more than she knows about the dusty lineage.

Si Nuanhan's wrist was lowered, in fact, there was a particularly unique mark, and the appearance of the mark was probably the weird pattern on the token that was called by Wu Chen as a martial order and Zhan Yan as an ancestral order.

It's just that the weird lines on the bottom of Si Nuanhan's wrist are shorter.

The effect of the seal is unimaginable, at least in the worldly world below this mountain.

Fingerprint of an ancient and especially tongue-twisting mantra that awakens the strange rune brand.

There is only one function.

Within ten breaths, she would be able to return to the cultivation on the mountain, or the heyday of cultivation without inhibition.

For the secular people under the mountain, ten breaths is just a matter of drinking two bowls of wine, but for the monks on the mountain, let alone ten breaths, even if it is one breath, it may be a matter of life and death.

Yin Bi naturally didn't care about others at all in his words, and his voice was still the kind of thief who was afraid that others wouldn't know.

Everyone in the tavern heard it.

After Cao Meng put down the black porcelain bowl in his hand, he got up suddenly, and said in a strong voice unique to the border man: "Niangxi, crooked chirping for a long time, just hearing this little lady bragging, eat wine if you eat wine, and get out of the egg if you don't eat wine, otherwise Lao Tzu will tell you to eat a full fist." ”

Many of the monks who were walking with the man burst out laughing. A few of them also gave out their thumbs, praising the man "little lady" for being appropriate.

Yin Pi was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice. Finally, he turned his head to look at the man who was talking at the border pass, laughed suddenly, pointed at the border man Cao Meng, laughed wildly, and said while laughing wildly: "Kill him, kill him!"

On the right, a middle-aged man in simple martial arts did not hesitate and stepped forward.

Although Cao Meng is outstanding, he is by no means the kind of arrogant person, and he is always separating an afterglow, looking at the few people on the side of the "little lady" in his mouth.

When the man in simple martial arts style walked towards him, Cao Meng lifted his mind.

Especially when the other party threw a punch towards him, Cao Meng's heart was even more shocked.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, it can be said that he knows whether there is one.

Most of the centurions of him, Cao Meng, relied on his own real punches and kicks to fight among those border men.

The middle-aged man in simple clothes moved two or three slightly, and then suddenly punched at Cao Meng.

Cao Meng avoided it and met it with a punch.

The two fists touched, and the sound of brittle bones breaking sounded.

Cao Meng didn't sit still, he fell on the wooden chair, the cold sweat on his forehead broke out, where did his own punch touch the opponent's fist?

Obviously, he had his own strength and smashed on the iron plate of the hundred calcined steel.

This left hand of mine is temporarily invalid.

In Yin Pi's eyes, he saw that the man who spoke up just sat on the bench, frowning with displeasure and said: "Didn't you hear what Ben Gongzi said? Ben Gongzi said to kill him, how can the Yin family raise such a waste like you, just with your little ability, and still want Ben Gongzi to take you out of here?"

The simple martial artist who punched was stunned, his hands clenched into fists, his legs were single-pointed, and he slammed Cao Meng away.

Cao Meng's movements were faster, and while Yin Bi was still speaking, he took out the Baixuan knife that could be held with one hand.

The small restaurant, which is already small, holds a long knife in his hand, and without moving, he can slash at the man with moles on his eyebrows and eyes who is unrestrained.

But in an instant, the edge of the knife was close to Yin Bi's mind, and it was probably not more than a millimeter.

Yin Bi did not hide, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

The simple martial artist who had just tiptoed saw the opponent's movements, his heels suddenly sank, and he paused for half an instant, so that his fists and feet deflected at an angle, and his left fist took the lead, smashing into the blade of the Baixuan knife in the man's hand.

The fist touched the knife, and the right hand of the knife handle was clenched, and several marks suddenly cracked, and blood flowed.

I couldn't bear the strength, let go of the handle, and the handle flew upside down.

Si Nuanhan, who had always been regarded as a stump, watched the knife fly upside down towards the man in white, and felt a little nervous.