Ip Mantian really wants to kill people now!

Sometimes, the big traitor does not die for his crime, and this kind of petty traitor is the real damn, at this moment, Ye Wentian can't wait to tear the shopkeeper alive and torture him to death!

"Bastard, kill him, kill him for Princess Ben!" Monica's face turned pale, her stomach was still uncomfortable, she was the princess of the silver dragon, and she almost ate such a filthy thing, which made her feel almost crazy.

"Can't let him die so easily!" Zhu Yan's face was also pale, feeling that her hands and feet had no strength, at this moment, the hatred that burst out of her heart was even stronger than the hatred of the enemy country.

The shopkeeper struggled desperately, still shouting loudly: "Let me down, immediately, immediately! Otherwise, as soon as the people from the sect arrive, you will all die!"

"It's been a long time since I've been so angry, you're lucky, really lucky. Ye Wentian's smile was terrifying, pinching the shopkeeper's finger and twisting it slightly, the click and crunch continued, and the finger turned into a twist.

"Ahh

"Want to faint? Is it possible?" Ye Wentian pinched his second finger and twisted it gently, with a crisp click, the shopkeeper woke up alive, and the screams rose sharply, sounding like killing pigs.

The sound of killing pigs spread for ten miles, and more and more people stopped at the door of the store to watch, all pointing and pointing, and many people showed pity, not pity the shopkeeper, but pity Ip Mantian.

This shop is the property of the Glazed Sword Sect, this matter is not a secret, and the Glazed Sword Sect covers the sky with only one hand in Qingyang City, and if it dares to make trouble here, the end will inevitably be miserable.

More than a dozen diners who had followed Ip Man-tian to see the warehouse rushed out into the street, shouting angrily, telling the onlookers what they saw, many of whom had eaten here, and after listening to them, the sound of vomiting was heard, followed by angry denunciations and scolding.

"Damn, how can these brutes be so black-hearted!"

"There is such a thing in the world, isn't this a human being, a damn beast!"

"Don't insult the beasts, it's better than pigs and dogs!"

"Demon, he's not so disgusting!"

"Don't say it, I'll throw up a little longer......"

For a time, the people's resentment boiled, and the scolding shook the sky.

Ip Man Tin had already wrung all ten of the shopkeeper's fingers into pieces, skillfully and skillfully, so that the bones and muscles were shattered into powder, but the epidermis was intact, so that the shopkeeper would not die of blood loss and the pain would be prolonged indefinitely.

He will pay for his actions!

"Please, please stop, I was wrong, I admit I was wrong, give me a chance to mend my ways!"

"Rehabilitation? You scumbag still want to rehabilitate, you shouldn't save it in the world!" Ye Wentian was unmoved, pinched the shopkeeper's wrist, and began to twist it inch by inch.

Click...... Click...... Click......

The howls were incessant, getting higher and higher, more and more sharp, and soon the sound broke and became like pulling a bellows.

Under the madness of Ye Wentian, the shopkeeper couldn't faint if he wanted to, he could only endure the terrible pain infinitely, and his spirit collapsed little by little, at this moment, he finally regretted it, he was afraid, but it was too late!

If regret can be forgiven, then does this world need hell?

If there is no hell in this world, Ip Mantian wouldn't mind making one with his own hands!

After a while, the shopkeeper's limbs were all crushed by Ip Mantian, but not a drop of blood came out, and the shopkeeper couldn't collapse if he wanted to, so he could only struggle forever in the hell of pain.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and the crowd around the door dispersed in panic, and six figures fell in the lobby, all emitting colorful light on their bodies, holding a glazed sword in their hands, and at first glance they were people from the Glazed Sword Sect.

Among the six people, one of them was Zheng Hai, who was supported by the one-eyed middle-aged man at the head.

Goodbye to Ye Wentian, Zheng Hai's eyes burst out/The light of resentment and hatred burst out, and he pointed at Ye Wentian and hissed: "Second uncle, he injured me, you have to help me avenge!"

After speaking, Zheng Hai also lowered his voice and said: "He has at least 10 million on him!"

A greedy look flashed in the eyes of the one-eyed middle-aged man, and he pointed at Ye Wentian and shouted: "Boy, this is the territory of the Glass Sword Sect, you injured my nephew, and today the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will not be able to save you!"

The rest of the people shouted angrily: "Hurry up and let go!" The long sword pointed directly at Ye Wentian's vital point.

The shopkeeper finally turned his head and shouted in a broken voice: "Help, save me......"

Ye Wentian glanced at it, and saw their cultivation, the one-eyed middle-aged seventy-fourth-level spirit saint, and the rest of them were all six-ring spirit kings, placed in the small Qingyang City, it was indeed a ruthless character that ordinary people couldn't provoke, but in front of him......

"Hurt people, I'm going to kill someone!" Ye Wentian raised his feet and fell, and an invisible wave of qi hit the head of the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper's eyes were full of fear, and he didn't snort, his head exploded, and red and white things splashed everywhere, causing the crowd of onlookers to exclaim.

"You, you are looking for death!" The one-eyed middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his intuition told him that Ip Mantian was very dangerous, but he immediately denied his intuition, because Ip Mantian looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, no matter how strong he was, how strong could he be?

"Looking for death? Let's see who is looking for death. Ye Wentian pressed his hand on the shopkeeper's chest, and in the shopkeeper's terrible screams, he buckled it alive, holding his heart and slowly pulling it out.

"Sure enough, it's dark, and it's more than innocent. Ye Wentian crushed the black and red dirty heart in his hand, and the fire ignited to purify his hands.

"I'm angry, Lao Tzu has chopped you alive!" The one-eyed middle-aged beard straightened, and the five-colored light of the glass sword skyrocketed, rolling up the fierce sword, and if it was shocking, it slashed down towards Ye Wentian's head, and the fierce sword qi continuously pierced through the three-story restaurant, bursting out dozens of meters, and it looked quite amazing.

His eyes reflected the colorful sword light that slashed wildly, Ye Wentian stood still, the corners of his mouth even had a faint sneer, and his palm was filled with a touch of platinum qi that was extremely sharp.

"Oops, this young man is too strong-blooded, and he has caused something big on the spur of the moment!"

"Oh no, it's bad, the Glass Sword Sect covers the sky with one hand, and those who don't bow their heads really don't end well. ”

The onlookers bowed their heads one after another, and they had already decided that Ye Wentian would definitely die.

However, no one heard Ye Wentian's screams, there was no screams at all, everyone looked up and saw a strange scene: the one-eyed middle-aged man was holding a long sword, standing three meters in front of Ye Wentian, stiff and motionless, as if petrified.