Chapter Seventy-Three: The Murderous Reputation
The young man glanced at the angry expression on the other side, and then looked at the little girl who was half-hiding her face at her knees and laughing secretly, and sighed:
"Don't laugh, everyone has found out. ”
When the little girl heard this, she quietly raised her head and found that several people on the other side were staring at her, so she put away the smile on her face and stuck out her tongue.
As the two spoke, the group of victims came under the tree.
The young man looked at these miserable appearances, and couldn't help but feel sorry for them for a moment.
"Where did you come from, bastard, you dare to provoke for no reason!"
The bull boy who took the lead spoke, but his mouth was swollen badly, and his voice was Ulu Ulu, but it made the little girl giggle.
The young man glanced at everyone coldly, "Is there any evidence?"
"Hmph! As soon as this little thing left, a beehive fell inexplicably. Who else would it be if you didn't do it!"
The boy ignored the accusations, "That's pure speculation." Maybe it's because God doesn't like you. ”
What happened here was seen by everyone in the entire Spirit Gathering Land, and although there was no evidence, everyone knew what the truth was. It's just that this young man is still so hard-mouthed, it seems that there is a good show to be staged.
"Boy, I'll give you another chance. If you still quibble like that, don't blame us for bullying the less. ”
After talking for a long time, they didn't want to do it, and the teenagers were anxious for them.
Before everyone could react, the young man rushed to the front of the cow boy.
Niu Gongzi was naturally startled, subconsciously pushed the young man, and took two steps back to open the distance.
The young man smiled slightly, "Look, you did it first." Then don't blame me. ”
After that, a straight punch slammed into his face, and although the force was not large, it was enough to break the pustules of poisonous bee stings on Niu Gongzi's face.
"Ahhhh
The pus flowing from dozens of pus pockets splashed out in all directions, and the cow boy was convulsed and howled in pain.
When the rest of the people saw this, how could they bear it. They all displayed various spirit pattern combat skills and fought towards the boy.
Without dodging or dodging, the boy ate these injuries. The strongest of these people is only the fifth stage of the tattoo master, so it is naturally difficult to shake half a point.
The spirit pattern in the body operated, pouring all the damage into the sole of his right foot, and slammed into the ground with one foot, directly knocking these people to the ground, and the crooked figure was not embarrassed.
Such a big movement also attracted the attention of various circles of people, and they didn't know what the young man wanted.
At that moment, two monks approached in groups.
One of them was Yan Feng, and he said, "This friend, fellow Daoists, please stop first. A little war of words is not worth fighting, and besides, the seniors of the seven major sects may come at any time, if you see you so brave and ruthless, I am afraid that I will not like it in my heart. ”
He looked at the young man alone and said solemnly: "You must know the cause and effect of this matter. If we continue to make trouble, we will not be able to stand idly by, I hope you will do it yourself. ”
These words won the favor of many people present, and at the same time, they also despised the teenager even more.
The young man smiled contemptuously and said: "You didn't have a posture of caring about yourself before, why are you running to make peace now? I don't care if you want to establish a tall image, I only know that they made the first move, and I just fought back." ”
A person next to him smiled and said, "Brother Yan, it seems that your kind-hearted people don't appreciate it at all." Boy, your attitude is quite arrogant, it seems that I have to teach you the minimum etiquette rules of the cultivation world today. ”
The person who spoke was also a tattoo master like Yan Feng, so he naturally couldn't tolerate the tone of a mere tattoo master.
Just when the two sides were on the same page, an exclamation came from the crowd behind.
"Ahh
Murderer?
The boy was taken aback by the title, and when he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on the monk who had spoken out.
"Do you recognize him? What's going on?"
"Tell me, what kind of murderer?"
At the urging of everyone, the man glanced at the young man in fear, but still mustered up the courage to say:
"I'm from the southern city of Osan City. A few months ago, news came that there was a murderous maniac in Tianshui City. ”
"He was moody and killed the sons of several families in Tianshui City. They made a big fuss in the city, demolished the first family, and destroyed several streets. ”
Hearing this, someone else said, "Ah, I remembered. It's that Tianshui City, I heard that the city was in ruins at that time, and thousands of innocent people died. ”
Hearing this, the young man's head was sweating.
Before it was over, the monk said, "It's not enough to kill people in the city. He ran to the nearby Jinyang Sect and killed hundreds of people in the sect, and several elders and heads were brutally murdered. Even the Supreme Elder who was in retreat was not spared, even if he had the cultivation of the Tattoo Lord realm, he was beaten to death by the killer demon. I can't be mistaken, his gray hair has been seen by many people. ”
After saying this, everyone's eyes left the man, and they focused on the young man.
The few people who were originally knocked to the ground were already frightened at this time, and hurriedly ran away. Even the two Yan Feng in front of them subconsciously took two steps back, their faces full of vigilance.
The white-haired young man in front of him was indeed Ning Jian. It's just these rumors, how can they .....
sighed in his heart: "The three of them became tigers, and this deal is still a loss." ”
In the current situation, it seems that Ning Jian's notoriety as a murderous demon is difficult to shake off.
At this time, many whispers sounded in the crowd.
"Since this person is the murderous demon Ning Jian, why is there a little girl beside him?"
"I've heard that some cultivators of sorcery are most fond of sucking the blood of young girls. Eighty percent of this is the blood food he brings with him. ”
Ning Jian's face became more and more ugly, and the little girl on the side jumped out and said, "You are all nonsense, I have been with my brother for several months. Although he killed a lot of people, he never sucked my blood!"
It's okay that the little girl didn't explain, but as soon as she explained, she decided to be Ning Jian's title of the killer.
"Do you hear that, the devil has killed a lot of people in the past few months. ”
"I guess there are already quite a few monks who have come to the Seven Stars Gathering to be murdered. ”
Ning Jian turned his head and glared at the little girl fiercely, for fear that she would say something without holding back her mouth.
The entire land of gathering spirits is talking about the young man at this moment, and countless hostile eyes refuse to withdraw, Ning Jian can be said to be pointing at Wanfu like a man's back.
Brush! Brush!
A few high-pitched sounds of breaking the air sounded, instantly overshadowing all the noise.
A giant spirit boat was suspended in the sky above the sky, and several figures slowly fell.
"Everyone is here. ”