"It's too miserable! I'm also the second most popular player......"

"The number of followers minus one!"

"Yang Yu is a musty god in the second issue, he was almost killed by the big men before, and now he has bumped into Qiao Tiequan's secret and was arrested, and now he is really dead. ”

"I can't stand it anymore, hahahaha!"

"It's a shame, let's explode! ”

......

The audience in Yang Yu's live broadcast room is ridiculing Yang Yu.

Passers-by watched the excitement, and fans were distressed.

Soon, an audience member ran over to brush the barrage, claiming that Yi Xiaofeng was on the eaves next to him.

Yang Yu's live broadcast room exploded.

Viewers moved back and forth to watch the live broadcast from two perspectives.

Yang Yu was extremely angry, but in order to survive, he still chose to forbear.

Yi Xiaofeng didn't make a move, but quietly listened to their conversation.

Yang Yu seemed to hear something, and was caught by the patrol, and the reason why the patrol didn't kill him was to take him to feed something.

Nine times out of ten it is a colorful glazed tree.

Yi Xiaofeng counted it, there were eight people in total.

He followed the eaves and quietly followed.

As a result, after not taking a few steps, his right foot accidentally slipped, and a tile fell down and smashed into the alleyway, the sound was so crisp.

"Who?"

The eight patrol disciples immediately looked back.

Yang Yu immediately shouted: "Help me! Quickly save me! I have important information!"

Smack!

The middle-aged man threw two big ears at Yang Yu's face, causing his face to become red and swollen instantly, and blood spilled down the corners of his mouth.

A figure suddenly jumped down from the eaves next to him, landed on the alleyway, and slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

It was Yi Xiaofeng.

"It's you again!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily, directly drew his sword, and immediately took four disciples to kill Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows.

It seems that this guy recognizes him as Bai Hongxiao.

You can't tell the sword apart, so you can die!

Yi Xiaofeng sprinted violently and rushed away.

The two sides bumped into each other in a few steps.

Yi Xiaofeng swung his sword quickly, and the sword momentum was like the wind, extremely powerful.

Qiang!Qiang......

Yi Xiaofeng faced the middle-aged man with a sword, and his match swordsmanship directly gained the upper hand and suppressed the middle-aged man.

In less than ten moves, Yi Xiaofeng found a flaw.

Poof—

The blade of his sword slashed through the middle-aged man's waist, and blood splattered out.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man couldn't parry at all, and was continuously cut off by Yi Xiaofeng and his tendons, and fell to the ground.

Yi Xiaofeng continued to kill the four patrol disciples behind.

In the face of these ordinary minions, he almost made one person lose his combat effectiveness with a single sword and fell directly to the ground.

When he came to Yang Yu, the whole process took less than twenty seconds.

The three disciples guarding Yang Yu were so frightened that their legs weakened and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Yang Yu was impressed by Yi Xiaofeng's strength.

"What a handsome swordsman! Definitely a master!"

Yang Yu thought excitedly, he said with a swollen face: "Seniors, they are all wicked people, they are going around to arrest the people, and they want to feed us to the colorful glass tree, this Zhuoye Fort is a demon cave, full of sins!"

Yi Xiaofeng concentrated his spiritual power in his throat, making his voice thicker: "What is the information you just said?"

The patrol disciples were all incapacitated, wailing on the ground, and even if they wanted to escape, it was not so easy.

Yang Yu said cautiously: "I heard that there is an old demon in the black hole, he is absorbing the spiritual power of the Colorful Glass Tree, and the Colorful Glass Tree needs human lives to feed, stay here, we all have to die." ”

Yi Xiaofeng squinted.

In this way, you can't rush to find the colorful glass tree.

Then kill all the henchmen of Shan Tiange first!

Yi Xiaofeng swung his sword, cutting off the three patrolling disciples beside Yang Yu with their hand tendons and leg tendons, and then lifted his sword and left.

The tip of the sword slashed across the ground with a screeching sound.

Looking at Yi Xiaofeng's departing back, Yang Yu's eyes were full of admiration.

This is the swordsman style he yearns for!

Yang Yu hurriedly got up and staggered towards Yi Xiaofeng.

Such a high-ranking person must be caught!

Yi Xiaofeng can catch Wang Yanran, why can't he worship a swordsman as a teacher?

Yang Yu's heart was very hot.

As a result, when he came to the corner of the alley, he lost it.

......

Yi Xiaofeng walked forward on the eaves, and the rain hit his coat, causing ripples.

The battle just now gave him a lot of confidence.

He's really getting stronger!

Thinking about it, Yi Xiaofeng began to speed up his pace.

While looking for Qiao Tiequan, he carefully observed the streets along the way, what if he could find a hidden opportunity?

A stick of incense time.

Yi Xiaofeng heard a scream, and he immediately looked for his voice and left.

Coming behind a broken wall, his eyes peered through the hole in the wall.

I saw two figures in the overgrown courtyard.

An old man in a cloth coat with gray hair and a rickety body looked to be forty or fifty years old, with a vicious face.

Kneeling in front of him was a young woman, disheveled, with disheveled hair, her right wrist being grabbed by the old man in cloth.

"What is this for?" Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

Want to push a cart?

Wrong!

Yi Xiaofeng found that the young woman couldn't move, her arms trembled slightly, the green tendons on it burst out, and the blood vessels also protruded.

The old man in cloth had an expression of enjoyment, as if he was absorbing something.

The young woman's hair turned white at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Yi Xiaofeng hesitated, not knowing whether to make a move.

This cloth-clothed old man doesn't look simple, and it's completely different from the aura of the little minions he encountered before.

"Who!"

The old man in cloth suddenly shouted, his eyes glancing at Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately dodged.

"That's a sensory exaggeration, isn't it?"

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly frightened, he instinctively sensed the danger and immediately walked away.

Bang!

The wall collapsed, and the old man in cloth followed him.

He stared at Yi Xiaofeng and said in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Yi Xiaofeng was wearing a hat and a black scarf, and it was difficult to recognize his identity.

Besides, the two had never seen each other before.

"Who are you, how dare you do anything wrong in Zhuoye Castle!" Yi Xiaofeng asked coldly.

The old man in cloth snorted coldly: "Zhuo Yebao was originally a demon cave, and the old man is the seventh elder of the blood head of the blood sect, and the greedy blood fox Xu Qiye!

After that, Xu Qiye came towards Yi Xiaofeng.

His palms instantly turned bloody.

Bloody Palm!

"Bloody fox, you're a talent, a big man calls himself a fox!"

Yi Xiaofeng scolded and followed the sword.

He was looking for the head of the blood, but he didn't expect the person in charge of the blood to be so arrogant.

The long sword collided with Xu Qiye's palm, and Yi Xiaofeng only felt that the other party's palm was very hard, like metal.

He quickly switched his sword moves and attacked Xu Qiye fiercely.

With the blade in hand, Yi Xiaofeng had the upper hand at the beginning, and Xu Qiye retreated.

This scene made the audience excited.

"Yi Xiaofeng has really become a master!"

"Ahhh

"Wake up, you're not even qualified!"

"I'm going to be the leader again!"

"It's so handsome! I feel like watching a martial arts movie. ”

......

Xu Qiye frowned while blocking the move, and secretly felt strange: "What kind of swordsmanship is this? This son's spiritual power is obviously very weak, but his sword moves are tricky, and every sword is aimed at my weakness, so I have to guard against it." ”