In this world, there are always some people who 'don't know what to do', and they like to do things that destroy the beautiful artistic conception, for example, the old and the young at the gate of the main hall.

Those who dare to come to 'smash the field' at this time are naturally not ordinary people. At least this courage is not something that ordinary people can have.

The old man's name is 'Bu Feng', the 'Guardian Elder of the Sword Casting Villa', and a high-level Xuanshi cultivator. He was once known as 'Sword Casting Sanying' with Shan Jianyun and Jiang Huyu.

After Jiang Huyu returned to the sect after his defeat, the whole person became like a timid rabbit, extremely cautious in everything, and did not dare to provoke the 'Purple Cloud Sea'. Bu Feng despised this very much, so he wanted to take this opportunity to show Jiang Huyu what he did.

Bufeng strode on the main hall, looking extremely arrogant. He didn't even pay attention to the 'Wild Wolf Gang' and the 'Purple Cloud Sea', how could he look down on a small 'Chixiao Chamber of Commerce'.

As the saying goes, pride sets back. But pride doesn't just bring it, it can also be deadly.

Everyone in the main hall, whether they could beat the step seal or not, looked straight at him, and the murderous aura in their eyes was enough to kill him hundreds of times.

Provided, of course, that the eyes can kill.

Ye Junlin glanced at Song Jinghong, and there was a hint of cold aura in his eyes.

His purpose is clear: to kill the seal.

Song Jinghong nodded, which was a tacit acquiescence.

But in his heart, he sighed softly: This child is too thirsty for killing.

Ye Junlin stood up and slowly left the table. The spatial ring on his finger flickered, and the 'Red Flame Sword' that flashed with crimson flames appeared on his hand.

Ye Junlin didn't want to speak, at least he didn't want to talk to Bu Feng. Because in his eyes, Bu Feng is already a dead man.

Bu Feng looked at Ye Junlin, with a contemptuous look on his face.

I only heard him smile and said: "You are Ye Junlin, you are young, you can achieve such a cultivation, it is true"

Before Bu Feng finished speaking, the sword qi on Ye Junlin's body surged. The long sword swung continuously, and two invisible sword qi shot out in an instant.

The two sword qis, like invisible ghosts, instantly penetrated into the sea of consciousness of Bu Feng.

If there are thousands of swords, they are constantly stabbing and slashing at the sea of knowledge that is sealed by the step.

I couldn't take care of anything else, and Bu Feng covered his head, looking hideous and painful. His hands seemed to be about to burst his head. He rolled on the ground in agony, like a crying child.

There was no trace of pity on Ye Junlin's face, and he strode forward. The tip of the Red Flame Sword slowly slashed across the floor, and a thin straight line remained on the floor.

"Boom!"

The young man looked at the menacing Ye Junlin, and hurriedly pulled out his sword, he looked at Ye Junlin, and his expression was a little afraid.

The young man's cultivation is only a high-level mystic, and in terms of Ye Junlin's current combat strength, abusing him is just a matter of mood.

"Get out!"

Ye Junlin's mouth moved slightly, but that kind of indifferent voice still reached the young man's ears.

The boy felt a chill, from his head to his toes, but he did not retreat.

"Toast without eating and eating and drinking. Ye Junlin muttered, and the flames above his left palm rose suddenly.

"Flame Palm!"

Ye Junlin pushed out with his left palm, and a huge flame palm print flew straight out, enveloping the young man. Without any accidents, the boy was blown away by the flame palm print.

Solving the small trouble, Ye Junlin's Red Flame Sword was raised suddenly.

"Bang!"

The Red Flame Sword slammed into the floor, instantly emitting a muffled sound. Ye Junlin's arms were raised a total of four times, and after that, all the limbs of Bu Feng were abolished.

The young man stood up tremblingly, and Ye Junlin hooked his fingers at him.

The young man's face was horrified, as if he saw death beckoning to him, and subconsciously stepped back.

"Come here, I won't kill you. Ye Junlin said.

The boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had made a lot of determination.

Ye Junlin put away the Chiyan Sword, pointed to Bu Feng, who had been stripped of his limbs but was still struggling, and said, "Take him back and tell Jiang Huyu everything about it." ”

The young man nodded hurriedly, hugged the seal and walked out.

Ye Junlin dusted off his clothes and sat back in his seat.

Everyone in the hall looked at him in shock. His eyes were full of fear and shock.

"This son is really a generation of killing gods," Jin Ba thought secretly.

The miscellaneous servants hurried up, and the traces of the battle disappeared in an instant. The music starts again, and the dancing queen beats again

It's as if Bu Feng and the boy have never appeared

Ye Junlin, Song Jinghong and other 'Purple Cloud Sea' envoys lived in the 'Chixiao Mall' for another three days. In the past three days, Ye Junlin has been staying in the VIP room, studying the mystical technique of 'Xuan-level Inferior Grade' called "Flying Dragon Seal Method" that he obtained from Jin Baxian.

But Yun Feng is extremely busy, and his daily life is the same: see Jin Ling, see Jin Ling, see Jin Ling

Willow tops on the moon.

A dark shadow slowly touched the window of a small hall, and it was the figure of a young man.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The dark shadow knocked on the window slowly and rhythmically, and the beautiful face of a young girl slowly poked its head out.

The boy and girl looked at each other and smiled, and then two purple wings stretched out on the boy's back. The girl wrapped her arms around the young man's waist, and then the two of them, taking advantage of the night, flew out of the house as if they were eloping.

Young boys and girls, there is no doubt that Yunfeng and Jin Ling are self-sufficient.

For three days, they stuck together all day long, and their relationship heated up rapidly, and the feeling of falling in love was really wonderful.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

The evening of the 15th of every month is the most lively time of January, because at this time, the 'Night Market' is grandly debuted.

Jin Ling carried Yun Feng's arm with a smile on his face.

They follow the bustling crowd and immerse themselves in a sea of joy.

Jin Baxian and Song Jinghong have already acquiesced in the fact that they are in love, although they are still a little shy, but both of them know that in the near future, they will tie the knot and grow old.

At this time, in the crowded flow of people, there were several more pairs of eyes, and they looked at the couple, and the murderous aura in their eyes instantly overflowed.

"Keep up. A dark shadow muttered softly, and then followed the two teenagers.

As the moon rises, the flow of people gradually disperses, and the little couple who have been hanging out for a long time also plan to go home.

Three dark shadows, like three ghosts, suddenly stopped in front of them