The old man laughed wildly and said, "The old man didn't kill people and set fires, who dares to touch me?"

Feng Xingdao said: "I am Feng Dashuai's parent, no matter how presumptuous you are, beware of being convicted!"

What he didn't expect was that as soon as these words came out, the old man suddenly turned towards him, and all the coercion was suppressed.

The old man shouted: "Great marshal, is the great marshal of Tang Guo surnamed Yin?"

Feng Xingdao struggled to support, crumbling, where to speak.

On the side, Yin Ming's back is sandwiched by the spine point, and the stars are shining.

Starlight nourishes the soul and protects Yin Ming from the oppression of the old man's momentum.

Yin Ming said indifferently: "Yin Dashuai is in charge of the Tang Kingdom's Nine Roads on the outside, and Feng Dashuai is in charge of the Imperial City Forbidden Army inside. ”

The old man's momentum suddenly stopped, and the whole street felt as if he had walked through the ghost gate.

The old man said coldly: "Count yourself lucky, if you are the son of the dog thief." ”

"The old man is desperate not to die, and he wants to slap you to death. ”

He said and glanced at Yin Ming.

This kid is eccentric, obviously he has no martial arts, but he is not afraid of himself.

Feng Xingdao was furious and said, "Yin Dashuai's son......"

He was quick for a while, and wanted to say, "Yin Dashuai's son is here, you dare to kill him?"

Fortunately, the twins' sister hurriedly grabbed him and stopped him from saying anything.

Seeing that the old man's expression was terrifying, maybe he would really make a desperate move against Yin Ming.

Yin Ming didn't say anything, it seemed that the other party had a grudge against Yin Dashuai.

He and Yin Dashuai are just father and son in name, and there is no reason to take the cylinder for him.

Yin Ming said indifferently: "My husband doesn't need to be angry, just talk about business now." ”

"The money and goods are cleared in person, if the old man has no money, please do it. ”

The old man raised his eyebrows again, he had already revealed the realm of the pinnacle of martial arts, and this kid was not afraid of death!

Feng Xingdao couldn't help but say: "Good boy, I've always treated you as a wreck, and I can't imagine that you are also a stunned young man." ”

"I'm not afraid of death for you, my surname Feng admires you. ”

Yin Ming really didn't bother to deal with this idiot.

I saw that the old man also had some scruples, as long as he didn't reveal his identity, the old man wouldn't commit murder on the street.

At this time, a little girl suddenly appeared on the street, jumping all the way over.

Although she is still young, the little girl is beautiful and cute, and there is a sense of nobility and immortality on her body.

As soon as she appeared, the women on the street couldn't help but look away, as if they were ashamed to face such a beautiful woman.

She looked at the old man curiously, because the whole street seemed to be afraid of him.

A few more people turned out of the street.

Walking in front was a young man, with a black scarf around his face, like a night walker.

Amazingly, he had long hair that exuded a dull blue color.

Behind the boy was a burly middle-aged man.

This man has a gentle smile, but it always makes people feel frivolous.

Behind them, there are four beautiful and graceful maids.

Although they are all wrapped in veils, they can also spy on one or two beauties.

The young man shouted coldly: "Little sister, if you don't come back, where is your veil?"

The little girl was startled when she heard this, looked back at her brother, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

She muttered in a low voice, "Really, it's not much older than others, why are you so nagging?"

The young man asked lightly, "Little sister, what did you say?"

Where did the little girl dare to answer, she looked at the blue brick in front of Yin Ming, and her eyes rolled.

She said loudly: "Brother Jiu, come and see, the words on this green brick are so beautiful." ”

The young man sighed and said, "You girl, you know how to play." ”

"Even if it's a girl, you have to learn some martial arts. ”

As he spoke, he motioned to the maid behind him to bring the veil to the little girl.

The young man walked closer and looked at Yin Ming's blue brick casually.

Suddenly, the boy was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

He lost his voice and said, "This, what is this!"

The middle-aged man behind him came closer, and he also showed an interested look.

Although he is not young, he seems to be quite curious and interested.

He laughed, "Oh, this thing is interesting. ”

"Not to mention the content, this font is quite a doorway. ”

The young man asked, "What kind of method is this written, and what kind of font is it?"

His voice was cold, but it was calm and pleasant.

This young man seems to be from an extraordinary background, and when he reprimands his little sister, he has a lot of rules in the family, but there is no arrogance between his words.

This is the opposite of the son, who is superficially polite.

Yin Ming heard the young man's question, and immediately straightened his expression.

Yin Ming said solemnly: "This word is called 'Dragon Walking Grass'." ”

"Longxing Grass ......," the young man chewed slowly.

This dragon walking grass is not Yin Ming's first creation, but it is made by Zhang Sanfeng, the old head of Wudang in another world.

This book is not a document, but a martial book, or a martial arts document.

In Yin Ming's previous life, he was fortunate enough to find a document on two sides from the relics of a declining Wudang school.

Yin Ming has studied it for a period of time, and he has obtained half of the essence.