The "Prince" of the East.

It's a damaging phrase, but it's true.

When Ning Yi said the words "Prince", there was still a hint of banter in his tone, this second highness who seems to be generous and pure, has a completely different style from his face, and sent a blind man to guard the inn, and he didn't react when he lit up the long order, what does this mean?

Covering the sky with one hand in the east, there are too many capable people under his hands, so he has to change his methods to sift out some?

I don't know how many people want to come to this inn tonight, after dawn, go hunting in the north with the prince of the eastern realm, this is indeed an opportunity to become famous, these on the first floor of the inn, at least they are cultivators in the middle realm, it is not easy for the mountain and wild cultivation to come to this point, and some are only one chance away.

These people are the most powerful people who fight life and death.

Even the cultivators of the Seventh Realm, there were two people sitting on this floor, dressed in robes and hats, leaning on the farthest edge, drinking to themselves, completely forgetting themselves.

There is no other reason to walk in the rivers and lakes, fists are the biggest truth, everything depends on ability, pay attention to the word strength, with strength, where to eat, someone will give up their seats to pay, these Jianghu guests alone moved out of the empty seats for the two Seven Realms cultivators, after they entered the door, the eyes of these two people only stayed for a moment, and then left themselves, but looked at Pei Fuya who was leaning against the door with more interest.

Of course, Ning Yi knew the reason.

From beginning to end, he didn't let go of the aura of cultivation, this is his habit, it has been like this since he stepped into the heavenly capital, the exercises of Shushan are extremely ingenious, and the exploration and concealment are particularly unfathomable, if Ning Yi is unwilling to let go, then even those people above the ten realms can't see through his realm.

At swords' points.

Suppressed to the extreme.

At the farthest table, one of the two Seventh Realm cultivators slowly stood up.

The Seven Realms cultivator wearing a robe, smiled at Ning Yi and said, "I am the mountain master of the Eastern Realm Willow Mountain. ”

Ning Yi smiled: "I have admired the name for a long time." ”

This cultivator of the Seven Realms, took off his hat and rested it lightly on the table, his skin looked like an old man who was one hundred and eighty years old, his blood and qi were still strong after the Seven Realms, and he couldn't count how he could dry up, and he didn't know what kind of exercises he had practiced to cause this, he smiled and said: "I am short of a furnace, if the son is willing to give me this girl...... So tonight, I'll save my son's life. ”

"Thank you for your kindness. Ning Yi also said with a smile: "Fuliushan, remember, I will definitely visit if I have the opportunity, and I will not leave a single life in the entire mountain gate at that time." ”

The Seven Realms cultivator's face suddenly darkened.

Before he could make the first move, a thin man closest to Ning Yi turned his back to Ning Yi, picked up a huge oil pot, the whole pot of hot oil boiled, and was ready to twist his waist and move his hips to splash out.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and he stretched out a palm lightly, and he didn't know when he came to the man's very close range, he pressed one palm on the side of the man's head, and pressed it together with the pot, and the entire wooden table was smashed to pieces.

The sword came out in an instant, three or four cold lights flashed in front of Ning Yi, his expression was calm, his body swept back, a few sword lights brushed his cheeks, and in the cramped space, the young man who stood up straight again in the next moment, reached out his hands like thunder, grabbed the plackets of the two of them, smashed his heads together, and made an extremely stumbling sound when he entered the flesh and bones.

Ning Yi shook his wrist slightly, and on the chest of the two "corpses", three or four light points broke through the chest, and the sword light disemboweled, penetrating from the back of the heart, wanting to stab Ning Yi to death, like wearing a gourd, but it was a pity that the person who was stabbed let go of his hands that were clenching his clothes, and let the "corpse" slide downward, not retreating or avoiding, but holding the palm against the tip of the sword and pushing the two

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With a "transparent" corpse, he ran all the way forward, smashed the two wooden tables behind him, and the two long swords were bent to the extreme, and the strength hidden on the sword body could not be greater, and at this moment it suddenly bounced away, and a series of gas explosion sounds, seven or eight figures flew out upside down.

Ning Yi turned his head, looked at the girl, and said softly, "Just look at it." ”

The girl leaning against the door hummed softly.

The tall and thin man who was the second shopkeeper was thoughtful, and cold sweat was already oozing from his back.

Ning Yi didn't rush to pull out the iron sword that stood heavily in front of the counter, so the eight words "Great Sui World Sword Qi Walking", which could scare the people on the first floor, were quietly hidden in the sheath.

In the inn, there were swords and swords, rushing towards the young man.

Ning Yi was all around, like long eyes, Shushan's perceptual exercises were the first in the world, he dodged and moved, in this cramped space, like a fish in water, wearing flowers and butterflies, came to a wooden table that was still intact, looked at the meat pieces tumbling inside, a burst of nausea, picked up a pot ear, and splashed it open.

The hot oil splashed like a waterfall, and the three or four villains in the rivers and lakes who chased behind Ning Yi didn't have time to dodge, they were splashed by Ning Yi's hot oil, and squatted down in the midst of a hoarse scream, covering their cheeks, their fingers were dripping, and even their faces were about to be scratched.

Ning Yi splashed it, only half of the hot oil in the pot was gone, it was difficult to pour it all, and the remaining meat and bone stubble were really disgusting, he flipped the ear pot, dodged a sword, and smashed his head, the hot oil and flesh and bone were poured on the other party's head, and they came to his face, this is a trick of fighting in the market, Ning Yi came easily.

He is not an orthodox cultivator in the first place, he has always done everything against others, and he has never been able to hold it up, especially now that there are few enemies, the other party is a cultivator from the rivers and lakes, they will use any means, and if they want to win, they must be even more despicable and cunning, insidious and fierce than them.

Xu Zang taught Ning Yi's first class.

"The weak are afraid of the strong, the strong are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the dead. ”

There was the sound of hot oil breaking in front of him.

Imitating Ning Yi pouring hot oil, was a thin but fierce-looking man, dressed in a green linen cloth.

Ning Yi sneered, and pulled out the two-eared cauldron from the top of the man's head just now, his body swept back with his big sleeves, and the hot oil in the sky seemed to converge into a line, and then his palm stretched out, and the thin man in linen staggered uncontrollably, and was hit by Ning Yi's cauldron, pouring hot oil on his body, and in the hoarse scream, the long sword in his sheath was pulled out by Ning Yi.

Ning Yi held the hilt of the sword upside down, never looked back, and pierced the waist and abdomen of a big man with a sword backwards, the tip of the sword came out through the body, Ning Yi took two steps back, his back was against the opponent's chest, and there were swords and swords in front of him constantly following, Ning Yi and the big man retreated all the way, as if they were dancing a funny dance, until they reached the wall of the inn, and there was no way to retreat.

Ning Yi's expression remained unchanged, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and lifted his arm upward, this long sword taken from the man in Mai, cut a cut from the bottom to the top, like a slender wolf cutting horizontally on paper, without any hindrance, all the halves of the man behind him, bringing out a series of thin beads of blood.

Ning Yi let go of the hand holding the sword, his body slammed forward, and a sword light swooped into the air, and the swordsman was deceived by Ning Yi, and he didn't have time to react.

Ning Yi clenched his five fingers and smashed his fist into the opponent's chest with an expressionless face, causing the knife man to bend down.

The whole inn finally has stagnant free time.

The rivers and lakes fight, life and death.

After all, there are still a few enemies.

At this time, Starlight actually seems fragile, once it is hit at close range, Starlight in the middle realm is still too weak, and in the face of the murderer who fights for his life, he needs to breathe a breath of strength and kill all the opponents.

Seventeen or eighteen figures

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Spears, red tassels, clubs, golden maces, and sword qi roared.

Ning Yi has no way to retreat.

His expression remained calm, and he pulled out the long knife stuck in the ground.

In my mind, there was the sentence that the sword was close.

"Everything is a sword. ”

Out the sword aimed at one.

The spear is one, the club is one, the head is one, and the chest and heart are one.

Close your eyes and let it all go by induction.

Ning Yi held the knife in both hands, and after standing still, he took a deep breath.

The overwhelming figures smashed in, drowning Ning Yi.

Then countless sword shadows burst out, and in front of them, one after another scarlet exploded, and then it spread, the ground opened, the wooden table shattered, and the knife qi exploded wildly, slashing and shattering everything in these inns, and blasting into a ball of powder.

The broken limbs and wreckage smashed into Ning Yi's three feet in front of him, and he didn't have time to enter, and then he was smashed out by the knife qi, and in the moment when the knife came out, the wall opposite Ning Yi had been washed scarlet.

The last cut is out.

A cloud of blood mist was smashed out by the sword qi, and it was rich and irresolvable.

Ning Yi made a posture of putting away the knife and standing, but found that the long knife he pulled out was too unbearable, and under countless collisions, it had already broken countless openings.

Ning Yi threw away the broken long knife and walked back to the counter.

The tall and thin man vaguely guessed Ning Yi's identity, he was covered in cold sweat, and thought of His Royal Highness's entrustment to him.

He hurriedly spoke: "My lord......"

Before the voice fell, Ning Yi stretched out a hand to hold his head, and smashed it down lightly, with a bang, and smoke splashed from the counter.

The girl came to Ning Yi with an oil-paper umbrella.

The blood mist separated the two sides of the building.

On one side were two Seven Realm cultivators who stood up silently with solemn expressions.

On the other side, there are Ning Yi and Pei Fuya.

Wait until the blood mist dissipates slightly.

The old man, who looked like he was one hundred and eighty years old, had a delicate face, and said, "There is something wrong with what I just said, and it is not a problem to be willing to take it back and apologize...... I don't know Childe's surname?"

Ning Yi thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Isn't Fuliushan very powerful......? I've provoked someone I can't afford to mess with, and now I'm starting to get scared?"

The lord of Fuliushan sneered and said: "Harmony produces wealth, harmony produces wealth." ”

The man who stood up next to him walked all the way with the lord of Fuliushan Mountain, through wind and rain, and looked like an old bone at the moment, he didn't take off his hat, just standing up, and his whole body made an overwhelming clicking sound.

"The two of you are together, and you are about to go into the ground, and people are old and forgetful, and it is not impossible to apologize. ”

Ning Yi held the long sword and said lightly: "One person can leave half of his body, or two people can discuss leaving a complete corpse, both methods are fine." ”

The expression of the mountain lord of Fuliu Mountain gradually became difficult to see.

The hat-taker spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, and he was still an old woman.

"In the lower spring wind mountain lord, listen to your Excellency's tone......" The old woman's voice was low, and she said gloomily: "I don't know which mountain gate in the east is from?"

Thunder fell from the sky, and the entire inn was full of daylight.

Ning Yi smiled: "My surname is Ning, the two of you, do you know who I am?"

So the lord of Fuliu Mountain, the master of Chunfeng Mountain, changed his complexion suddenly.

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