This sad man doesn't care what kind of immortal sacrifices, what the two dragons are, the pain of broken fingers at this moment makes his whole person extremely energetic, the kind of sobriety brought by the pain.

The iron-beaten man couldn't endure the torture again and again in a short period of time, and the sad man's eyes were still fierce when he looked at the cold silence, but among them, there was already a little more fear.

Leng Buhe smiled, and then walked out. When I arrived at the entrance of this dungeon, I pushed the entrance door of this dungeon upwards, but I felt that it was locked. Leng Buyu frowned slightly, and then grinned, he naturally understood what was going on.

His right hand touched his waist again, grasped the hilt of the black sword, and then, only to hear a dragon groan, a white light flashed. Not to mention the door of this dungeon, the entire floor was split open by the sword of cold silence.

A hole the size of a foot appeared, and at the same time, four or five tables fell from the hole. Dropping one, a white light flashed, and another one, and another white light flashed again. After four or five times, the tables were reduced to pieces of wood.

And coldly silent, put the black sword breaker back on his waist, and then walked out of the dungeon as if nothing happened.

On the top of the dungeon, more than a dozen men stood not far away with machetes, shivering. Looking at their figures, they can be regarded as slightly successful martial arts practitioners, but this embarrassing appearance is not as good as the stray cats and dogs on the street.

Leng Bu looked at them, then snorted coldly, and walked back to the hall on the first floor of the gambling house along the same way he had come. As he expected, the gamblers on this floor have gone, and the rest are fierce bandits armed with real knives and guns.

After looking around for a week, the corners of his mouth hooked, smiled slightly, and said, "What, do you plan to be beaten again?"

Before the cold words fell, a clapping applause rang out. Everywhere the sound went, the people in the gambling house retreated to both sides and moved a way.

A beautiful woman dressed brightly, with delicate makeup, fair skin, and exposed fragrant shoulders, walked towards Leng Bu silently. Seeing this person look like this again, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

can walk around like Pizza Hut in this gambling house and be respected, except for the owner of this gambling house, that Jia Daguan is very delicate, there is naturally no second person.

Dice Zhijiao walked to the position of Leng Buyu's side, and a few knife-wielding guys were afraid that Leng Buyu would do something out of the ordinary, so they held the weapons in their hands tightly and protected them by Dice Zhijiao's side.

Dice Zhijiao looked at these loyal people and smiled, and then said in a charming and gentle voice: "It's okay, how could this Sword Saint hurt me as a woman who can't threaten him." It's you, who don't give the Sword Saint a look like this, beware of the ruthless sword in the Sword Saint's hand, and lose your life. ”

Hearing Di Zhijiao say this, these men in front of her couldn't help but hesitate. In the end, it was an old voice that came and these men retreated.

"Don't you think that your own ability is above the Sword Saint and Jia Daguan, don't you step aside!"

Following the sound, it was the white-haired old man who said something.

Seeing this scene, Leng Buyu couldn't help but feel funny. Obviously, Dice Zhijiao is the owner of Pizza Hut in this gambling house, isn't it, the people in this gambling house only listen to the words of this white-haired old man?

Thinking about it like this, looking at the eyes of Dice Zhijiao, I can't help but feel a little more sympathetic.

Dice Zhijiao seems to ignore this, or have no mustard at all. She strolled forward and walked in front of the cold silence. Then, he exhaled like an orchid to Leng Bu, his eyes were ambiguous, and his voice was a little provocative.

"Lord Sword Saint, are you here to find the slave family, or to kill the slave family?"

Leng Bu didn't react at all, but some rough men in this gambling house saw the snow-white neck and shoulders and round thighs exposed by Dice Zhijiao, and heard this provocative speech again. One by one, they all opened their eyes wide and swallowed their saliva.

One person is enough, but there are too many people, and the sound of swallowing saliva has also gathered into a loud voice. Hearing such a sound of swallowing saliva is also embarrassing.

Dice Zhijiao turned her head and looked at the group of men on the side, and actually showed a charming smile at them. This smile made a group of people even more frightened, and their hearts were pounding.

When the prank was over, Leng Bu took out a few peach blossom petals made of gold from his sleeve pocket, handed them to Dice Zhijiao, and then said: "Help the people who watch the dungeon, tie them up with soaked cow tendons, and stuff a rag in their mouths." ”

Dice Zhijiao listened to it and was a little puzzled.

Leng Bu said as if he had thought of something, and then said: "Go and get a water clock again, and put him under the drip mouth, so that the water droplets can drip on his forehead." You don't have to give him food and drink for these three days, but I'll come back to see him in three days. Do you want to die, or do you want to live. ”

Leng Bu spoke in a calm voice, as if he were talking about something inconsequential and insignificant. Dice Zhijiao was still stunned, and coldly grabbed her hand, spread it out, and then put the peach blossom petals made of gold in the palm of her hand.

After doing all this, he walked towards the outside of the Pizza Hut without saying a word.

After the white-haired old man shouted that there must be more than a dozen voices for this Jia Daguan, Dice Zhijiao came back to his senses. She looked at the peach blossom petals made of gold in her hand again, and there was some doubt and resentment in her eyes.

"Water drops and stones wear!"

She never thought that Leng Buyu would use such a punishment on people. At the same time, some unbearable memories began to emerge in her mind in the form of fragments. Thinking of those things that frightened her, this Jia official couldn't help but shudder, and even felt a little sick to his stomach.

Out of the gambling house Pizza Hut was silent, naturally he didn't know the situation inside, and he wouldn't have thought of it, but if he wanted to use some small punishments on the sad man he caught, it would give him so much trouble.

Leng Buyu went to the small shop where the clothes were made before, and there were no other requirements, but he still customized a set according to the outfit on his body.

Money can make ghosts grind, and this time is no exception, but more than half an hour, a complete set of clothes was placed in Nanmu plate and handed to Leng Buyu.

Leng Buyu changed into new clothes, and after throwing the old clothes in the store, he went out and left.

There is no purpose, all the way, all the way, all the way. The things that the fat man confessed began to have eyebrows, but now, there are more doubts. What is the origin of this Imperial Sword and the Divine Machine Workshop?

In addition, did he really have a connection with that General Han just because of this set of seven-star swords on his body?

Let's not think about General Han and the Seven Star Sword, just talk about Bai Ling's collection of copper and iron from all directions to create armor and weapons. Thinking about it, there are a lot of people in places like Edgeworth, so the question is, what the Shenji Workshop received was ordinary unprocessed ore, so where was the copper and iron that was collected piled up? Who went to do something that violated the imperial ban and melted the iron pot bronze statue into raw materials?

On the other hand, where did the things cast by the Shenji Fang be transported, and by what means?

Sure enough, thinking about these things is not his forte, if the ghost spirit is here, it may be much better.

Leng Buyu was still thinking about something, only to feel the airflow fluctuating, Leng Buyu couldn't help frowning slightly, and then his body fluttered and dodged. In the place where Leng Mu had stood before, there were more purple feather arrows. The stone slab that had been shot had cracked and shattered into nearly a hundred small pieces.

Then, there was a piercing sound of breaking wind.

The streets of this cold city are really restless, and there are murderous fights from time to time. When those passers-by saw this scene, they immediately exclaimed, and after a while, Liu Zuo's birds and beasts dispersed.

Leng Buyu couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth, and looked towards a tall building. Sure enough, three figures were now on the roof of a tall building.

Although they couldn't see their appearances clearly, the three of them were all dressed in purple, and they were hanging from their waists. The three, one old and rickety, the other young and thin, both carried their bows on their backs. The rest was a man who looked very strong, and this man's bow was in my hands.

Looking at it this way, the one who wanted to shoot Fang Cai's arrow was this man who looked extremely strong.

The purple-clothed bower, the first thought, these people are afraid that they are from the Hua family.

This strong man took the arrow and drew the bow again, and the head was accurate, still silent. Leng Bu said that his body bowed slightly, and his left hand held the white sword candle hanging upside down behind his back.

This originally lively street has been cleared by Fang Cai's arrow, and he doesn't want to do it silently, and he doesn't need to care about the innocent. Naturally, good things are good for him.

As soon as the strong man's fingers were loosened, the arrow was off the string, and it was coming in an instant. And Leng was silent, holding the white sword candle in his backhand, and slashed horizontally, causing the purple arrow that flew to be cut off from the center.

The arrows are fast, and the cold silence moves faster. The dodge of the first arrow comes from instinct. The return of this second arrow surprised the three people on the top of the high-rise building.

The strong man was obviously not convinced, and once again took the arrow and drew the bow. This time, the bow in his hand was completely full. This arrow is off the string, and he is not sure that he will be able to destroy it as before.

Without hesitation, the arrows struck again. Leng Bu silently dodged again, narrowly dodging. But before he dodged this arrow, another sound of breaking wind came, and another purple arrow struck.

The second arrow was probably done by the young and thin man in purple. Obviously, this young and thin man in purple has not yet arrived at home, and there is a big gap between him and the strong man.

Unable to think wildly, Leng Bu said that when the second arrow was approaching, his body quickly swirled, and at the same time, his right hand had an extra short sword.

Leng Buyu didn't cut off the second purple arrow, but instead used a short sword to jam the tail feather of the purple arrow, and then his body turned around again. This second arrow was reflected back in such a cold silence.

Fortunately, the rickety old man shot in time, and the thin young man was fortunate not to be injured by his arrows.

"People from the Hua family?"

Asked coldly, the rickety old man held the purple arrow in his hand and handed it back to the thin young man. The thin boy put the arrow back on the arrow, and there was only a little unconvincing on his face.

The rickety old man smiled, and then asked, "Little friend, why do you think so?"

Leng Buyu also smiled, and continued: "Purple-clothed Divine Arrow, in addition to the Hua family, can you find a second surname?"