The man's voice was very calm, as if there was a magic that made people quiet unconsciously.

And the boy named Tianming was indeed a little quieter, and he only looked around along the way, not jumping up and down like just now.

The Luotuo man wearing a hat is indeed the world-famous sword saint Gai Nie, and the inconspicuous scabbard on his back is also the world's second strongest weapon "Yuanhong".

Half a year ago, in order to make a promise to his deceased friend Jing Ke, he defected from the Qin Dynasty. In the case of being hunted down by the empire all the way, he finally found Jing Tianming, the son of Jing Ke, who was living on the streets. After that, he once again went to the end of the world, slaughtering the three hundred elite soldiers of the empire in the Valley of the Remnant Moon, but he was also injured a lot. After that, he killed the ghost of the Yin and Yang family, and the unparalleled ghost of quicksand aggravated his injuries.

He doesn't look good when he walks, and his behavior is not abnormal. But only himself, maybe the reckless Jing Tianming may also feel a little bit of the unhealed scars on his body, the worsening dark wounds in his body.

"But that's not enough, it's far from enough to knock down the world-famous sword saint Gai Nie."

The man in the half-green-eyed mask crawled like a wolf in the hills not far away, looking at the two Gainie who walked out of the Dingtao from afar along the green eyes on the mask.

"Then let's have another wave of surprises."

Gai Nie, who had just walked out of Dingtao, was still wearing the same hat, a simple robe of white coarse cloth, and his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, intentionally or unintentionally, and walked forward silently; However, Jing Tianming had an extra rock sugar gourd in his hand, licking it beautifully, and he was reluctant to eat it all in one bite as a treasure.

But suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he turned to look at a hill to the northwest, which was empty except for it.

"Be careful."

Before his words fell, a wolf howl sounded from the northwest, and the howl did not stop.

"Are there wolves in this place too?" Jing Tianming, who had not yet realized that the situation was serious, asked stupidly.

"It's not a wolf howl, it's a signal from someone." Gai Nie whispered, and his sword was already drawn and sheathed.

As if to confirm Gai Nie's words, a large number of wolves appeared in the field of vision of the two of them in a few seconds, about thirty or forty in number, with pointed heads and palates, and slowly advancing on the ground with low prostrates. Looking at the whirring sound in the throats of the two people in front of him, he was about to rush up and tear into a pile of flesh foam when he only showed a slight flaw.

"Run back tomorrow!"

Gai Nie said that, and rushed directly towards the wolves in front of him.

The gray-black wolves watched their prey approach on their own initiative, and after a long howl, they also launched an attack in a surrounding state.

Tianming is just stupid, but not incorrigible.

He also knew that he was completely a burden to his uncle in the face of this sudden disaster, and what he needed to do now was to protect his own safety, thinking that he would run towards the original road.

Because in such a flat place, he can only be killed quickly, and only in the complicated city can he delay for a while and wait for the uncle's return.

At this time, Gai Nie did burst out with a sword saint temperament, but with a three-foot long sword, these dozens of gray wolves were not allowed to approach this city gate, even if a wolf wanted to climb over the wall from a distance, it was only a sword qi that tore the flesh and blood into it.

But the face of the blue wolf king in the distance showed a cruel coldness, and then slowly hidden, because he didn't just ambush this direction, and the wolves in other places should have entered at this time.

Jing Tianming fled into the city in a hurry, and the people on the street also fled into their homes in a panic after the wolf howl, and closed the windows and doors.

Jing Tianming panicked, and fled all the way to the depths of the alley, where he didn't know the direction at all, and he was even worried that his uncle might not be able to find him when he wanted to come back.

But the gray wolf arrived as scheduled, more punctual than the uncle; With fangs and a bloody mouth, the young man in front of him didn't observe the prey at all like his companion on the other side, and for this weak creature, he just rushed away.

"Oh my god! Why do you have it here? ”

Jing Tianming screamed, turned around and ran towards the trail to the left.

The alley entered, and then climbed over from various small courtyards, Jing Tianming, as the protagonist, had unexpectedly far more luck and skills than usual, and fled back to the central avenue from the south gate of Dingtao in a daze.

The twist and turn along the way can be called God's blessing, and if a guy with the same skill does it again, it will have to die at least ten times.

The central avenue has long since ceased to be lively, the residents have long fled to their homes to tighten the doors and windows, and there are only some stalls and rotten leaves left on the street that have not been cleaned up, Jing Tianming looked at the roast chicken stall in front of him and gritted his teeth, the physical strength that had been exhausted suddenly surged with a new strength, and the body made a final sprint.

Even if you want to die! I should also die surrounded by roast chickens, which is in line with my identity as the only descendant of the Sword Saint!

But the gray wolf who arrived in this kind of open area did not intend to satisfy Jing Tianming's dying wish, and in the blink of an eye without obstacles, the distance of three or four zhang was reduced to zero, and when Jing Tianming grabbed the first roast chicken hanging on the pole, its bloody mouth was already on its face, and its claws touched his body.

A resolute look flashed in Jing Tianming's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and took a bite of the roast chicken's chest.

"I, Jing Tianming, are dead! Thirteen years later, he is still a good man who continues to eat roast chicken! ”

Bang!

A gray light flashed in front of his eyes, and it was as fleeting as a meteor across the sky, making people think it was an illusion. But it seemed that after a long time, a "bang" sound came into my ears, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Jing Tianming had roast pheasant in his mouth, instinctively chewed it and turned his head.

But the next second his pheasant fell to the ground, plopping up a layer of dust.

The sound of "bang" was the sound of the gray wolf falling to the ground, and a gray sharp knife that was used to pick up the chicken was inserted into its forehead, and it took a long time for a trace of whitish blood to ooze from the wound.

Jing Tianming didn't know that the white was the brain, and he didn't know that the trace of blood that had oozed out for a long time represented how stable, fast, and thorough this ordinary sharp knife used to pick up the chicken could only be achieved, and the effect that could only be achieved by inserting it steadily, quickly and just in a gap in the skull.

He didn't know any of this, but he knew that the atmosphere was different.

An aura without color and substance suddenly filled this space, as if it were a realm that imprisoned this firmly. But in front of the sharper gray wolf, an even more terrifying beast came here and declared that it was his territory.

But they will be jealous, they will be cautious, but they will definitely not hesitate and be afraid.

They are wolves, wolves that stood in the strongest group hunting race two million years ago, and they were, are, and will be.

The remaining six gray wolves rushed up directly, launching a killing campaign that put aside their lives from different angles, different directions, and different attack methods!

Among them, Miao Tianming couldn't see it, but he only saw these gray wolves who had driven him into a corner, but they couldn't get close to him one by one like chickens, and no matter which one they were, it was impossible to escape the fate of death.

Footsteps sounded from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a coarse gray roast boy with a little greasy, who didn't look much older than himself, but that calm posture he had only seen on his uncle's body.

"Sure enough, the people who roast pheasants are peerless masters!"

Looking at the roasted pheasant boy in front of him, Jing Tianming couldn't help but read out an obsession that he had never forgotten since he was a child.

It was the obsession that sprung up when he once lived on the street in the face of his favorite roast pheasant, although it gradually faded with the company of his uncle, but today this moment has risen to his heart again.

"Brother Na, is the pheasant delicious?" The coarse gray-clad boy rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"It's very tasty."

Tianming looked at the golden roast pheasant on the ground, which still exuded an attractive fragrance, and immediately grabbed it and gnawed it again despite the dusty dust on one side.

"Then Brother Chenghui, you have a penny, thank you for your care."