Man is more beast than beast, so man eats beast, and he is more cunning than he is foolish, so he bullies him. Life is such a journey of the jungle.

The young man who broke into the door, full of alcohol, staggered in his movements, and behaved roughly, knew at a glance that he had just drunk and dreamed of death, and now he was going to vent a certain part of the dripping.

Zhihe is like a great enemy, and the flowers are discolored. Ning Kunlun clenched his halberd tightly and was on guard.

Ye Junlin was unwavering in the ancient well, and his expression was indifferent. He slowly raised his glass and took a sip.

Not far away, the middle-aged steward's heart was shocked, because he clearly saw a sneer on the corner of Ye Junlin's mouth.

The Jiangjia in the east of the city, accumulated for thousands of years, shook Jinyang. But in this generation, it is a single line. It's just a single biography, but he's just a gentleman, it's just a gentleman, but he prefers lust as life, and it's just lustful, but what he's disturbing now is Ye Junlin's interest.

Thinking of this, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from the forehead of the middle-aged steward. Vaguely, he sensed that this was a conspiracy, but he couldn't find any definite evidence.

After recruiting a small guy, the middle-aged steward hurriedly whispered a few words, and after listening to it, the little guy ran to 'Jiangfu' like a life, and the middle-aged steward breathed a sigh of relief.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

This 'Young Master Jiang', who was too drunk, directly ignored Ye Junlin and Ning Kunlun, and stepped forward to grab Zhihe's wrist.

"Sister Zhihe, come and let me taste the rouge on your mouth. After Young Master Jiang finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed Zhihe's mouth.

"The eldest young master is self-respecting, and Zhihe is 'selling his art but not his body'. Zhihe struggled desperately, and the weak woman didn't know where the strength came from, and she actually pushed the young master Jiang to stumble.

The middle-aged steward was quick and hurriedly helped Young Master Jiang, who almost fell.

Young Master Jiang was furious, and with a wave of his hand, he shook off the middle-aged steward who was supporting. raised his hand and flicked it, and a slap fell towards Zhihe's Zhu Yan.

"Stinky bitch, when you come here, it's all sold, and you still pretend to be pure for Lao Tzu!"

The huge slap was about to fall in an instant, but a more powerful hand grabbed his wrist tightly.

Ning Kunlun's muscles burst out, and the entire room was filled with a thick murderous aura.

Zhihe hid behind Ning Kunlun, pear blossoms with rain, constantly sobbing.

The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth twitched slightly, because he clearly saw the glint in Zhihe's eyes.

"Let go of Lao Tzu, if you don't let go, Lao Tzu will send someone to kill your whole family!"

Young Master Jiang's hand was held to death, but there was still a 10,000-handled 'Dragon Spring' on his tongue, which did not weaken his Young Master Jiang's momentum in the slightest.

Ning Kunlun frowned, and threw the young master Jiang out.

"Bang!"

Young Master Jiang flew straight out dozens of meters away, smashing several tables one after another before he stopped. A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Young Master Jiang's drunkenness could be regarded as completely awake.

"You're looking for death!"

The young master suddenly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the space ring on his finger flashed with light. A golden ring-headed broadsword appeared in his hand, and in an instant, the entire chamber shone with golden light.

"Humph!"

The corners of Ning Kunlun's mouth flashed with a sneer.

The golden big knife slashed towards Ning Kunlun in an instant.

Ning Kunlun stood in place, unmoving, not sad, not happy, not frightened, completely ignoring.

The small stove poured a lot of oil on the fire, and a thin layer of snow fell on the thick frost.

Young Master Jiang glared at Ning Kunlun, to the point of dying.

The golden big sword, when the head fell, Ning Kunlun's upper body was covered with a golden barrier.

"Bell!"

The big knife slashed at the golden barrier, and the barrier only rippled in circles, like a pool of spring water blown by the breeze.

Young Master Jiang's wrist suddenly felt a sharp pain, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood flew out upside down along with his body.

"Young Master. ”

When the middle-aged steward saw it, he hurriedly went up to help.

"Get out!" Young Master Jiang's hairstyle was messy, and his handsome face became hideous, and he suddenly pushed away the middle-aged steward, this Young Master Jiang, like a crazy lion, roared loudly: "'Jiang Family Tiger Guard', kill these two 'rabbit cubs' for me!"

With an order, nine swordsmen dressed in black blew towards Ning Kunlun like the wind.

The middle-aged steward sat paralyzed on the ground, constantly muttering to himself: "It's over, it's all over." ”

Several terrifying auras hit in an instant, and Ning Kunlun had already grasped the big black iron halberd. The two big feet stomped heavily on the ground, the floor shattered, and the whole building trembled.

Ye Junlin raised another glass of wine and drank it all.

Nine black-clothed assassins, like butterflies dancing in the wind, took turns attacking Ning Kunlun. Ning Kunlun is as immobile as a mountain, calmly responding, one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Every time the halberd waved, the vultures made a jingling sound, sparks overflowed, and the light shone brightly.

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the fluctuations of the Xuan Qi on everyone's body.

Ning Kunlun's cultivation must be at the 'Xuanhuang Level', and it is definitely not the first level, and the nine black-clothed assassins are at least 'Half-Step Xuanhuang'.

Taking a breath of cool air, Ye Junlin took another drink and shook his head slightly.

"This place doesn't seem to be very easy to mess with. ”

Each step of the rank increases the combat power by a hundredfold. Although the number of men in black is large, how can they be the opponent of the battle-hardened Ning Kunlun.

In the time of the small half-pillar incense, the nine black-clothed people were shot by the terrifying black iron halberd, either dead or maimed.

Young Master Jiang had no intention of drinking at this time, and the 'hole cards' that he relied on the most were lying in front of him, which made him completely frightened.

Ye Junlin smiled, patted his buttocks, and stood up.

Ning Kunlun glanced at him and smiled mysteriously.

Ye Junlin understood, picked up a short sword from the ground, and slowly walked towards this Jiang Young Master.

"What are you going to do?"

Young Master Jiang is on the ground with his hands, how embarrassed and embarrassed he is, the image of being rich and handsome has long been gone.

Ye Junlin came to Young Master Jiang's feet, slowly squatted down, and the short sword in his hand slowly rubbed back and forth on Young Master Jiang's cheek.

"Young Master Jiang, do you think I should cut your nose or gouge out your eyes. Ye Junlin smiled brightly.

There was a fishy smell, and under the crotch of Master Jiang, it was wet.

Ye Junlin covered his nose and slowly retreated to Ning Kunlun's side.

Several strong breaths broke through the air, and without entering the door, they directly pierced through the ceiling of the wing room and fell in front of Ye Junlin.

"Whoever dares to touch my grandson, I will destroy his whole family. ”

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, looking at the rickety old woman in front of him, with a look of disgust.

But at this moment, a sharp blade stabbed straight towards Ye Junlin's waist