Among the six great martial artists of the younger generation in Bianjing, the Tang family accounts for one of them, and that is Tang Jingyun.

Being young is potential, and now Tang Jingyun is less than twenty years old, and he is already a junior martial artist.

Give him ten years, and he will definitely reach the warrior level!

Before the age of fifty, whether you can reach the level of a war general depends on the background of the Tang family and whether you can afford it.

And Liang Zhou is a gentleman, in terms of weight, ten of him is not as good as Tang Jingyun alone.

"Count you ruthless, let's see!" Shi Zhengyang was about to throw the door away.

That's when it happened.

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "Stop!" ”

"What's the matter with you, the identity is not as good as the dog's outcast, I really wanted to deal with you just now, but when you are a stupid dog, just tease you!"

Shi Zhengyang walked to the door and smiled indifferently.

In the box, many people looked disdainful, and most of them had this mentality.

Ning Bei's fair-skinned fingers put down the wine glass.

The next second.

Everyone saw a flower in front of them, and no one saw it clearly, Ning Bei had already arrived at the door with his right hand, holding Shi Zhengyang's neck with his left hand and raising it easily.

The pupils of everyone in the audience constricted.

Zhou Bingbing was stunned and said, "Ancient martial artist? ”

"He's a warrior?" Liang Zhou was dumbfounded.

Yue Feng sneered: "Shi Zhengyang, do you know what a jumping clown is?" ”

"It's something like you that doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Brother Ning's strength is far above me and Jingyun, people disdained to worry about you before, but you are really a dish!"

Yue Feng watched coldly.

Shi Zhengyang's face turned red, his tongue was sticking out, his eyes were round, and he was full of fear.

Su Qinghe stepped forward and pulled Ning Bei, and shouted: "Ning Bei, let go, he's dying!" ”

Ningbei was unmoved.

Yue Feng was startled, sensing Ning Bei's murderous intent, frowned and said: "Brother Ning, just teach him a lesson, causing a lot of life is likely to attract the intervention of the special operations team!" ”

Liang Zhou suddenly woke up: "Yes, you are a martial artist, dare to kill ordinary people, the special operations team will not let you go!" ”

But they didn't know that not only the Bianjing Group, even if it was the North China General Group, they didn't dare to manage Ningbei.

Don't forget, the Central Plains war knife Zhang Zhongyuan, that is Ningbei's subordinates!

The five major commanders in the world are all ministers under the command of the king of Ningbei!

Who dares to point a knife at Ningbei?

The combat knives used by the members of the Special Operations Group are cold knives.

And the real Beiliang King Knife is on Ning Bei's body.

The cool knife pointed at Ningbei, which is the biggest joke!

Ning Bei said softly: "Bianjing Group, what are you afraid of!" ”

One sentence and six words made Yue Feng's pupils shrink suddenly, knowing that Ning Bei's murderous intent had risen.

Yue Feng stepped forward to stop him, and said solemnly: "Brother, don't be impulsive, you can't take yourself for such a waste, the special operations group here, you really can't be provoked, it's extremely troublesome!" ”

"Third brother, what are you afraid of, it's this bastard looking for death!" Tang Jingyun said.

As a result, Yue Feng shouted angrily: "Shut up, don't add fuel to the fire!" ”

Tang Jingyun disagreed, standing at the door, looking at the end of the corridor, there was a short-haired young man, wearing a black shirt and a white knife logo on his chest.

He was startled and said in a low voice: "Third brother, look at the south!" ”

"Damn, I really met a member of the special operations team, Jingyun, stop Ningbei, I'll stop him, I hope my identity is good!"

Yue Feng exhaled lightly and came to the corridor.

The short-haired young man strolled over and spat out a sentence lightly: "The special operations group is doing things, and those who obstruct it will be killed!" ”

One sentence made everyone's hair stand on end.

The ghost knows that in this entertainment city, he can actually meet the members of the Bianjing group.

However, looking at his clothes, he should be a supernumerary member.

Non-staff members are generally weak, and most of their strength is at the level of martial artists, if they can become martial artists, they can basically become regulars, become full members, and stay at the headquarters of the Bianjing Group.

However, the major special operations groups sometimes recruit some social warriors, or warriors who have made small mistakes, and give them supernumerary membership to assist the special operations group in doing things.

Obviously, the short-haired youth is this kind of person.

This is a nine-rank martial artist!

Yue Feng arched his hand: "Brother, it's convenient, I'm Yue Feng of the Special Operations Brigade of the Bianjing Garrison, you should have heard of it." ”

"The Bianjing Group is doing things, and those who obstruct it will be killed!"

The short-haired young man stepped into the distance of seven steps, touched the black hilt of the knife exposed at his waist, and gently held it with his right hand.

Yue Feng's cheeks were sweating, gritting his teeth, and he was shocked by the momentum.

His hands were like tiger claws, and he shouted: "Then offend!" ”

Boom!

Yue Feng dared to make a move, and the speed of the short-haired young man soared, which was completely beyond Yue Feng's imagination, and he pressed his knees to the top, making Yue Feng's mouth spit blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he lost his combat power in an instant.

Originally, he had injuries on his body, and the strength of the short-haired young man was no weaker than the demon invited by their captain.

Tang Jingyun was furious: "Third brother? Damn, the Bianjing Group is amazing, fuck you! ”

I saw Tang Jingyun step forward, raise his legs like a dragon swinging his tail, and blatantly kick sideways.

It's a pity that junior martial artists, in front of short-haired youths, are really vulnerable.

The difference in strength between the two sides is huge.

The short-haired young man held the handle of the knife and was brazenly domineering.

The moment the knife came out of its sheath, it was accompanied by a cold and murderous aura, as if there was a smell of blood, and the black light was so fast that it reached Tang Jingyun's throat.

"Stop!" Ning Bei spoke.

The short-haired young man held a cool knife, pointing at Tang Jingyun's neck, the blade had already cut through the epidermis of the skin, and a drop of blood flowed out.

This scene frightened everyone.

How dare a short-haired young man kill!

Ning Bei threw Shi Zhengyang to the ground, and when he turned around, he had already seen the knife of the short-haired young man, pointing at his cheek.

The cool knife pointed to Ningbei!

The short-haired youth had no idea what that meant!

He said indifferently: "As a martial artist, he violates the iron law, uses swords and soldiers against ordinary people, and injures others, and is imprisoned for three years; 10 years for those who become disabled; Murderers, kill on the spot! ”

The cold words made everyone shiver.

Ning Bei asked softly: "Then do you know that anyone who holds a cold knife should not point a knife at his comrades, this is also an iron law!" ”

"Who are you?"

Of course, the short-haired youth knew this rule.

This is something he remembered when he took the cold knife with both hands.

Ning Bei was already angry, and the Beiwang knife hidden on the inside of his body was drawn out along the sleeve and landed on his left hand.

provoked Su Qinghe to roll his eyes, but he didn't expect Ning Bei to actually lie to her, and still carry this knife with him.

The short-haired young man looked over, and his whole person was like a lightning strike, and his face turned pale.

The next moment.

Unexpected by everyone.

The short-haired young man put away his knife and sheathed it on the spot, knelt down on one knee, and clasped his hands into fists and shouted: "Han Li of the Bianjing Group, see the military master!" ”

One sentence shook everyone around.

Yue Feng hunched his waist, he was already stunned on the ground, as far as he knew, looking at Huaxia, there was only one place, and only one person could be called a military master!

That's the North.

The Northern King of the Northern Liang Army, a legendary figure who was crowned king at the age of seventeen, is the immortal myth of their military department, also known as the military master, young and high-level, holding heavy power!

At this moment, Han Li knelt down on one knee, and his whole person was already stunned.

Yue Feng muttered, "Northern King Knife, you are the Northern King!" ”