The fast horses entered the town, side by side, and the street, which was not very spacious, suddenly became more crowded after the two fast horses galloped, followed by a panicked scene of people turning over on their backs.

The peace of the street was broken, and the two fast horses, who were the initiators, did not stop for half a step, but still went deeper into the street.

The two riders dressed as warriors on horseback not only did not feel guilty about this, but put on a playful expression like a pig and a dog.

In front of Meng Li, there was an old farmer carrying a flat burden, when the horse was approaching, the old farmer was almost knocked out because he couldn't dodge, but fortunately Meng Li made a move and saved in time. A bloody case was averted.

Meng Li hugged the old farmer and said with concern: "Old man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Young man, thank you just now. The old farmer, who was almost frightened, was relieved just now, but the next moment he became panicked again, staring at Meng Li behind him and exclaiming, "Be careful!"

Without the old farmer's reminder, Meng Li had already noticed the abnormality, and behind him, a sound of breaking through the air came roaring, and the speed was amazingly fast.

Shout!

At the last moment, Meng Li stretched out his hand and shook it back, and a long whip was suddenly held in his hand.

The whip was rough and a little prickly. Meng Li's five fingers were forced, holding the long whip tightly, and at the same time looking back, he asked the person on the other end of the long whip: "Your Excellency was riding a horse in the street, and now you are hurting people, what is your intention?"

Holding the other end of the whip was naturally one of the warriors who rode the horse in the street, this man was dressed in a gray robe, holding a whip in his right hand and a sword on his left side, and his face was extremely distorted by anger.

"Boy, do you know that your actions just now startled my horse?"

The gray-robed warrior's arm exerted a slight force, trying to pull the horsewhip off Meng Li's hand, but to his surprise, the horsewhip seemed to have taken root in the other party's hand, and it didn't move at all.

"I'm still a practitioner!"

The gray-robed warrior who noticed the abnormality turned his face a little darker.

Meng Li looked at the other party, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said indifferently: "Your horse was frightened, it was your own fault, could it be that you still want this old man to stand still and be trampled to death by your fierce horse?"

The gray-robed warrior said disdainfully: "You are right, these pariahs like you should die under my horse, if you are not angry, you will die with them!"

The gray-robed warrior's arm exerted force again, wanting to pull Meng Li in front of him and slash him to death. In his opinion, Meng Li's cultivation at such a young age is definitely not much higher, and with the full outburst, one move can solve the problem.

But at the same time as the gray-robed warrior exerted his strength, Meng Li's hand holding the horsewhip was also exerting force, and the two forces tore apart, breaking the horsewhip into two in an instant.

The two of them each held one side and exerted force backwards, Meng Li stepped on the ground with both feet, it was better, and at the same time as the horsewhip broke, he only took two steps back, and then discharged this force. On the contrary, it was a gray-robed warrior, after sitting on the horseback, he could only rely on his waist to exert his strength, and he was caught off guard and suddenly fell off the horse.

"Good boy, you dare to fight back, look at grandpa, I won't tear you apart. ”

After the gray-robed warrior landed, he rolled down, threw away the half-cut horsewhip in his hand, and regardless of the mud on his body, he pulled out the long sword he was carrying cross-body, and raised his hand to slash towards Meng Li.

Not to be outdone, Meng Li also slashed out, and with a ding, the sword intersected in front of the two, and it was evenly matched.

Meng Li looked at the other party's hideous face full of murderous intent through the sword, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

Does this villain really dare to kill people in the street?

In the past two years, Meng Li has not encountered a ruthless character, but no matter how ruthless the character is, he is not as spicy as the person in front of him, this person's sword moves are sharp, and he does not leave any room between shots, and he simply treats life as nothing.

With a frown, Meng Li's wrist shook, and a stream of true qi came out of his hand, forcing the other party back with a knife-shattering knife technique.

The gray-robed warrior rubbed his wrists, his face rarely solemn.

"I'm so angry, boy, I underestimate you. ”

Meng Li said indifferently: "Each other." ”

Experienced martial artists can often find out each other's bottom in one move, and after the two of them hit each other, although they don't know each other's situation well, they can still see the general cultivation.

They are all Five Forging Realms.

Chess opponents?

No!

At least the gray-robed martial artist didn't think that there were many factors that determined the strength of the martial artist, and the cultivation realm was only one aspect, and the influence of other aspects such as exercises, moves, and experience was also the most important.

The gray-robed martial artist and Meng Li are both in the same realm, but he thinks that he is older than Meng Li, whether it is the experience of the exercises, the proficiency of the sword moves or the experience of combat, it is not comparable to Meng Li, a hairy boy who looks unusually young.

However, it is obvious that the young man in front of him can reach this state at such an age. Already a genius is no doubt.

The corners of the gray-robed warrior's mouth rose, and a grim smile was born. There are too many days of licking blood from the knife edge, and there is always something to vent.

And his favorite thing to do is to torture and kill these geniuses who have not yet grown up.

The gray-robed warrior was the first group of people to benefit from the martial arts day, because of the limited conditions, he was hit by the average talent, and the most severe blow was those so-called geniuses.

In order to resist the injustice of fate, he also practiced hard, but no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. Talent is really more important than hard work!

Among his companions who studied martial arts at the same time, the gray-robed martial artists stood out all the way, and even had a situation where they had practiced hard for months without making an inch. As if the harder he tried, the worse it was.

He was both jealous and hateful of the so-called genius, and every time he met a young man with extraordinary talent, he couldn't help but destroy him.

The gray-robed warrior looked at Meng Li, and the killing intent in his heart increased, this time, he not only wanted to destroy the other party, but also torture the other party fiercely, only in this way could the jealousy in his heart be calmed.

However, before he could take action, he heard a person behind him: "Waste of time." ”

Hearing this voice, the gray-robed warrior felt like he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, and his body trembled. Turning his head, he cautiously looked at his companion on horseback behind him.

Meng Li, who had been observing the gray-robed warrior, noticed the abnormality of the gray-robed warrior for the first time, and his gaze crossed the gray-robed warrior and also looked at the person.

This man was older than the gray-robed warrior, in his early thirties, wearing a short black robe, carrying a knife on his crotch, and the exposed hilt of the knife shone with a white light, like a silver cast.

When Meng Li saw the sword-carrying warrior, his expression turned grim, and he was immediately dyed by the latter's momentum.

I saw the warrior with the sword, holding the reins, sitting on the back of the horse, his back was like a jade pillar, straight and straight, as if he was symbiotic with the horse, and the arrogant temperament of this person was set off to the fullest.

As if he was feeling in his heart, when Meng Li looked at the sword-carrying warrior, the other party was also looking at him, his cold gaze was like a sword and iron in the cold winter, and just one glance made people feel cold in their hearts.

The sword-carrying warrior frowned and said condescendingly, "Young man, you can go." ”

One word, eight words, saying it is equivalent to sparing your life.

Although the words of the sword-carrying warrior did not fluctuate in any tone, Meng Li heard a taste of great kindness from it.

This time, the frowning person was Meng Li's turn.

"Listening to your meaning, it seems to be a sure victory?"

The sword-carrying warrior said as a matter of course, "Isn't it?"

Meng Li raised the knife in his hand, reached out and flicked it lightly on the back of the knife, and sneered: "Not necessarily. ”

The sword-carrying warrior raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to try?"

Meng Li pointed forward from the tip of the sword and said without modesty: "I don't know your strength, but this sword-wielding person is definitely not my opponent." ”

As he spoke, the tip of the knife pointed obliquely, pointing at the gray-robed warrior who was about to return the sword to the side.

Being so despised by Meng Li, the gray-robed warrior was furious, glared and said, "Boy, what are you talking about, believe it or not, I will destroy you in minutes." ”

Meng Li sneered: "Not long ago, I seemed to have heard such words. ”

The gray-robed warrior pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and was about to make a move, but he was pressed down by the sword-carrying warrior behind him, and he heard the latter say: "Young man, pretentiousness does not equal conceit, don't talk big." ”

Meng Li continued to point at the gray-robed martial artist, "Whether it's a big thing or not, you let him try it." ”

It's not that Meng Li doesn't know what to do, but this group of people is too arrogant, and when they learn kung fu, they are the masters of life and death, and they can be kneaded by one person?

The sword-carrying warrior took a deep breath and said to the gray-robed warrior who was eager to try in front of him: "It seems that you are right, some young people do need to be taught a lesson, but don't waste too much time, don't forget, we have more important things." ”

The gray-robed warrior was overjoyed and said, "Ten breaths of time, just give me ten breaths of time, and I will definitely solve him." ”

The sword-wielding warrior nodded, no longer speaking.

He has already given the opportunity, as for whether the other party accepts it or not, it is not his business.