In the south of the city, Caishikou Street, a team of provincial security troops strode forward proudly, and the red cloak fluttered in the wind and snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the alley, a soldier stepped forward to stop the officers and soldiers, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, I can't take care of it, yes, it's lightning!"

Lightning?!

The twelve officers and men who arrived turned pale, turned around and left, as fast as they could.

Under the steps of Liao Ji's kitchen knife shop, Liao Xiaohu was lying on the ground, his nose and face were swollen, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

The white-clothed young man who stepped on his back sneered: "Shout, do you think they dare to come to save you?"

In the messy shop, a weak and old voice came: "Little Huzi, don't shout, no one dares to take care of the idle affairs of the Refiner Guild." ”

Liao Changhai leaned against the root of the wall and coughed weakly.

The middle-aged man sitting by the fire smiled proudly and said, "I didn't expect you to have some insight and know that we are members of the Alchemist Guild. ”

The middle-aged man was handsome, wearing a white gown, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was facing a glossy kitchen knife, arranging the two whiskers at the corners of his mouth.

Throwing the kitchen knife into the stove, the man stood up and looked at Liao Changhai who was leaning against the corner, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He slowly spoke: "Do you know why Ben Gongzi beat you and smashed your shop?"

Liao Changhai supported the broken rib with his hand, looked at the red lightning on the man's chest with fear, and said hoarsely: "The old man doesn't know where he offended the son, please let me know!"

The man smiled faintly: "It's nothing, the master was scolded today, and when the president scolded people, he mentioned you." ”

Liao Changhai smiled sadly: "Childe thinks that comparing the lame man with the Lingshi is a great insult to the Lingshi, so he takes the lame man out of anger?"

The man snorted coldly: "You're not stupid, the evil fire in my son's heart can't come out, who is the trouble if you don't bother you?"

"If that boy can't get out of the evil fire in his heart, shouldn't he also trouble you?" a clear voice came from the door.

Liao Changhai followed the prestige, his emotions became excited, and he struggled to stand up.

Snowflakes are falling like curtains.

The white-haired young man with a delicate face sat quietly in a wheelchair, and his clear eyes penetrated the layers of snow curtains and looked at Liao Changhai.

In an instant, Liao Changhai recognized the identity of the young man, little boy!

"Uncle Liao!" Ye Xiangxi walked quickly into the store and stepped forward to help Liao Changhai up.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two apprentices of the Alchemist Guild, and they all looked at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair.

When they saw Ye Changsheng get up from his wheelchair, their eyes were even more surprised.

Ye Changsheng glanced at Liao Xiaohu, who was trampled on the ground, and then stretched out his hand.

The white-clothed apprentice in front of the door only felt a flower in front of him, and then his cheeks hurt sharply, and the whole person flew out upside down.

Blood and teeth flew out of the cracked corners of his mouth, throwing an arc in the air.

With a bang, the white-clothed apprentice fell heavily in front of the anvil of the shop, and a delicate slap print was printed on his cheek.

Changsheng walked into the messy shop, came to the emotional Liao Changhai, bowed down and said, "Grandpa Liao!"

Liao Changhai's tears flowed down uncontrollably, and when he saw Ye Changsheng making this big gift, he panicked and said, "Little boy, I can't help it, I can't help it!"

Ye Changsheng finished saluting respectfully, his eyes were covered with mist, and he said with a smile: "If my father is still here, he will also let me salute." ”

Liao Changhai pursed his lips and tears flowed wildly, but he couldn't say a word.

Smack, smack, smack!

The middle-aged man with two beards, clasping his palms with both hands, exclaimed: "What a touching scene." ”

Ye Changsheng turned around and smiled faintly: "Let Your Excellency smile." ”

The man's face turned cold and said: "After talking about the old days, you beat my apprentice, this account should be settled!"

The white-clothed apprentice who was beaten covered his face and hid behind the man, glaring at Ye Changsheng with frightened and resentful eyes.

He was slapped in the face, but he didn't even see the opponent's action clearly, which showed that it was not something he could deal with.

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "What do you want to calculate?"

The middle-aged man smiled solemnly: "In Nine Winds City, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous, young man, no matter what your origin is, the hand that beats people stays!"

Liao Changhai was extremely nervous, and hurriedly whispered: "Little boy, they are people from the Refiner Guild, they can't be provoked!"

Ye Changsheng looked at the lightning chest mark on the middle-aged man's chest, thoughtfully, and raised his right hand: "Is this hand?"

The middle-aged man looked at the crystal jade hand vigilantly, and then looked at Ye Changsheng's eyes.

At this moment, Ye Changsheng's eyes condensed slightly.

A soul ray was released, piercing into the middle-aged man's eyebrows.

The middle-aged man's brain roared, and two nosebleeds erupted wildly in an instant.

Before he could regain his senses, the hand that Ye Changsheng was holding had already slapped him in the face.

The middle-aged man flew out on his back, his head with long hair flying away, impartial, and plunged headlong into the burning furnace.

With a bang, his hair burned rapidly, and the middle-aged man let out a terrible scream, removed his head in embarrassment, and fell beside the fire.

Half of his head was burned, his eyebrows and his most cherished beard were scorched, his face was covered in black burns, and there were huge blood blisters.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help frowning, his "Soul Piercing" just now only exerted five points of strength, but he still didn't control it well.

According to his expectations, he only wanted the middle-aged man to be in a trance for a short time, but he didn't expect that the other party would have a nosebleed.

Changsheng said lightly: "Great offering, break the hand they beat and throw it on the street." ”

Without waiting for the frightened Liao Changhai to react, Qiu Tianzuo's figure flashed, stepping on the wrist of the middle-aged man with one foot, grabbing the wrist of the white-clothed apprentice with the other, and exerting force at the same time.

Two crisp sounds, and two terrible screams sounded at the same time.

Bang, bang!

The two embarrassed bodies were thrown at the intersection of Caishikou Street, and the screams of the two immediately alarmed the merchants and passers-by.

The snowflakes fell one after another, and Ye Changsheng wore a white cloak and sat quietly in a wheelchair.

The sledgehammer resembles a black iron tower, standing behind a wheelchair with a huge hammer in one hand.

After experiencing the devil's tempering and the prosperity of the county and provincial towns, the sledgehammer is no longer the sledgehammer of the past, and there is a calmness between the eyebrows.

He didn't know the young master's intentions, so it wasn't a big deal, just go through it together.

Changsheng is waiting for someone.

Many times, kindness is always understood as a weakness, even deception.

Compared with the humiliation and sadness brought about by being bullied, the doubt and denial of one's own kindness are more painful.

Immortal will not make such a mistake again, nor will he put himself in a meaningless inner struggle.

Heaven and earth are not kind, how have they ever been gentle to the world, and how have they ever been swords to the world?

There is no good and no evil, it is originally the essence of the heart and the truth of the way of heaven.

Only when people are formed by it can they have right and wrong, good and evil.

Some people use the strength of alcohol to play drunkenness, and Changsheng wants to use the strength of magic to play devilish madness.