The thin warrior was slightly flustered, and said in awe: "Naturally, it belongs to the three major towns of the Kyoto garrison!" ”

"And do you know who I am?" Yuan Tianfeng sneered.

The thin martial artist was stunned for a moment, looked at Yuan Tianfeng a few times, and said disdainfully: "Bianjing's martial artist, what kind of horizontal is pretending to be here, I will tell you......"

Boom!

For this kind of idiot, Yuan Tianfeng slapped his hand and flew in the air, not wanting to hear him say half a word.

Unattainable fools!

Yuan Tianfeng said indifferently: "Let me tell you, my surname is Yuan, and my name is Tianfeng!" ”

The audience was silent......

After a brief silence, everyone was stunned.

Only the thin martial artist fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, and he looked at Yuan Tianfeng's gaze as if he was looking at a devil.

Yuan Tianfeng has this name, and there are a few people in the world who don't know it!

When today's three major pacification envoys.

Each one of them is a shocking figure.

The elite warrior lost his voice and said: "Deputy Zhen Fu of the Kyoto garrison? ”

"How is this possible!"

Several warriors guarding the gate couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Only Ning Bei passed by, and an invisible coercion emanated from his thin body.

Airplanes!

All eight of them flew upside down more than 20 meters, fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

They are in the way of King Ningbei!

Passing by the door, entering the community, I found that it had already been renovated.

The first floor of the unfinished building is the hall, and people dressed in different clothes walk back and forth in it.

Without exception, all of them are warriors!

Ningbei they arrived as fresh faces, causing many warriors to look sideways.

A cripple walked up to him and asked, "Little brother, are you here to sell things?" ”

"Sell something? I have a thing, I don't know if you can afford it! Ning Bei glanced over.

As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted the surrounding martial artists to approach, and a young man in white brought a treasure.

If there is a treasure, today it is either a bidding for purchase, or a warrior riot, and he grabs it with strength.

The cripple smiled: "Little brother, don't make trouble, if you can come here, who doesn't have a value, it's not difficult to take it out, if you get three or five hundred million, you can get it together!" ”

"That's right, we have money, but you have to have good things, how much should it be, we don't infarct you at all, and we don't deceive you when you're young!"

The middle-aged stall owner who was setting up a stall next to him had a loud voice, which was easy to believe.

There were thirty or fifty warriors gathered around.

His eyes fell on Ning Bei, and he couldn't wait to see what was good.

All eyes on it.

Ning Bei's left hand moved slightly, took off the black war knife at his waist, together with the scabbard, inserted it into the ground, and sank into the soil for seven minutes.

The cripple looked disappointed: "It's a weapon, I thought it was a hundred years of elixir." ”

"The weapon has to talk about the origin, pay attention to the material, what is the name of your knife?"

The middle-aged stall owner was more like a businessman, and when he saw that it was not an elixir, he was not too disappointed, but asked about the origin.

Such a question aroused everyone's curiosity.

Anyway, so many martial artists are idle and have nothing to do, so they can have fun.

"This knife is called the North King!" Ningbei stood with his hands in his hands.

One sentence silenced the audience.

Wait for everyone to come back to their senses and savor it.

The middle-aged stall owner said with a green face: "Beiwang Knife?!" ”

", what's going on!"

"I don't want to live anymore, do you know what the Northern King Knife is?"

"Damn, don't bother us if you want to die, raise your eyes and look at the world, only the lord in the north can have the Northern King Sword!"

"This brain-dead, I'm really tired, the Beiwang knife is the main sword of the Beiliang Army, and only the Beiliang King can use it in the world!"

"This idiot!"

……

For a while, the faces of the thirty or fifty warriors who were watching turned green.

All of them are fried.

As warriors, they know too well the power of the lord in the north, sitting alone on the top of Liangshan, and the millions of men in black under their command swear allegiance to the death, which is regarded as faith.

If the North had known about this, it would have killed them all.

Ning Bei asked indifferently: "Can you buy this knife?" ”

Asked indifferently, the cripple's face was extremely green, and he almost went crazy!

He dared to say that he could buy the North King Knife?

Who in the world dares to say that they can buy this knife!

I also know the Beiwang Knife, which is the military master's sword!

The cool knives in the world are all made according to the size of the Northern King, and the Northern Liang soldiers in the north are all wearing cool knives.

A Northern King knife, representing the Northern Liang Army.

Do you dare to say that you bought the Northern King Knife?

That's blasphemy against Bei Liang!

Once the Beiliang guards catch the wind, once you leave the country, it will be your death.

The cripple was very cowardly: "I can't afford it, I can't afford it, don't toss me, little brother!" ”

"It's scattered, it's so scary!" The middle-aged stall owner let the crowd disperse.

But Yuan Tianfeng said lazily: "Don't be in a hurry, this knife is the Northern King knife you think!" ”

"What are you making trouble, the Beiwang Sword is the sword of the Beiliang Army, how can it appear here, unless he is ...... Beiliang ...... Warlord! ”

Po Zi was talking, and his eyes quietly fell on Ningbei's white-sleeved robe.

There is a gold wire on the sleeve, and a small golden unicorn is embroidered inside.

What do these signs mean?

Kirin official robe!

Who can wear it all over the world?

Only that King of Beiliang!

Po Zi's eyes were frightened, and he looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him, unable to believe that he was the king of the north.

Ke Ningbei gathered people over, the purpose was not to show off the Beiwang Sword, but to find people!

Among the thirty or fifty people, there is no fourth uncle.

Yuan Tianfeng asked: "The fourth master of the Ning family came here this morning, who of you knows where he is?" ”

The middle-aged stall owner's face changed slightly, and he bowed his head and did not reply.

None of the others are talkative!

Is this really not known, or dare not say?

A strange atmosphere quietly permeated.

Ning Bei's eyes were cold, fleeting, almost certain.

Something happened to the fourth uncle!

Yuan Tianfeng concealed his anger, knowing the temperament of his own military master, he was affectionate and affectionate, if something happened to his relatives, under the anger, the entire Bianjing City could be razed!

The veterans of the northern border back then had all heard the words of Ningbei's young and frivolous.

If his brothers of the little king of Liang are not there, what is the taste of him sitting alone on the top of Liangshan.

If Bei Liang is not there, then let the global warriors be buried together!

Ningbei grew up in the north since he was a child, and when he was seven years old, he slashed the enemy with a sword.

There is no other reason, if you want to be a general, you will be stained with the blood of the enemy!

It's the rule!

Thirteen years of career in the north has cast the heart of the hero of Ningbei.

Today, this black market can't hand over Ning Siye, and Ningbei will raze here.

The cool knife is not stained with the blood of innocents, on the premise, don't touch the scales of this king of Ningbei!

The reverse scales under the Qilin official robe, the one who touches it, is not only as simple as the three tribes of Yi.

Yuan Tianfeng asked in a low voice: "Ask one last time, where is Fourth Master Ning?" ”

Still no one answered.

The gathered people will be dispersed.

Yuan Tianfeng was furious and angry: "I see you looking for death!" ”

"This black market is not simple, brother, don't ask for trouble!" The middle-aged stall owner lowered his head and whispered a reminder.

Yuan Tianfeng laughed angrily: "There is no trouble in the world that I can't afford to cause!" ”

"Spread the word, transfer the Bianjing group, and raze this place!" Ningbei's thin lips moved slightly.

Swish!

What the?

Biankyo Group!