The boy stood calmly in place.

Clothed, barefoot, with an unscabbarded wooden sword at his waist, and a large long box covered with black cloth on his back.

His gaze serenely looked at the unkind faces of the whitefriars in front of him.

Obviously he was just a mortal, but he didn't have any panic when he saw any immortals. Obviously covered in dust, the delicate face stained with mud still gives people a clean and clear feeling.

The white-clothed monk with a gloomy face who was closest to him walked slowly towards Ye Mingke, holding a fairy sword that ignited brilliant flames in his hand.

He forced his eyes to look at Ye Mingke, and the fierce sword-like momentum on his body pressed over, and the few men who were originally standing in front of Ye Mingke subconsciously pushed back,

"You're just a mortal?"

"And you, for the sake of another mortal, killed my junior brother. ”

He spoke slowly.

Soon, Ye Mingke was almost the only one left in the field, and his gloomy face showed a smile, but what made him slightly uncomfortable was that the young man's gaze was still looking at him so quietly.

"I promised them to protect them. ”

"And your junior brother, he was the one who should have died. Isn't it?"

Ye Mingke said calmly, his voice was light but there was a feeling of green pine standing upright.

"Yes, you have a point. But I think you should die too!"

The sword in the hand of the monk with a gloomy face trembled, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a paranoid and sharp smile, looking at Ye Mingke's eyes as cold as ice, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Don't you dare to kill me!"

The cold murderous aura came to his face, and the fierce momentum raised Ye Mingke's long hair that had fallen apart because of the previous violent movements.

Ye Mingke stared at the pair of cold eyes in front of him steadily, without any dodge.

"Oh. ”

The grimacing monk looked at him with interest.

"Are you going to ask you why I didn't dare to kill you now, and then you can use your incorruptible tongue to convince me, right?"

"But I'm curious. ”

The brilliant flame of the spirit sword in the monk's hand suddenly extinguished, and he smiled, and his smile suddenly became kind.

Ye Mingke stared at him, but his pupils shrank like a pinhole like a cat frightened, but his gaze that looked directly at him still didn't shift.

"But ......"

The monk chuckled, and his gaze seemed to soften.

Ye Mingke's whole body suddenly tensed.

"Rub"

A cold and brilliant sword light suddenly appeared in Ye Mingke's pupils, slashing towards Ye Mingke.

"I'm more curious, though, what your expression would be like if you died like this. ”

Along with the sword light was the hideous face and rampant paranoid laughter of the Yin Owl Monk.

"You can't kill me. ”

The sword qi was approaching, Ye Mingke closed his eyes, and the long hair in front of him that was swept away by the wind and danced broke one by one in front of the sword qi.

The sword qi reached the center of the eyebrows.

"Bell"

A delicate little sword stained with golden blood suddenly crossed in front of Ye Mingke's eyebrows, and the sword light bloomed like flowing water covering Ye Mingke's whole body.

"Boom"

The impact of the sword qi caused ripples in the flowing sword light, which was annihilated by the sword light, and Ye Mingke, who was standing in place, calmly opened his eyes again.

"Ying Kui, you really can't kill him now. ”

Jian Jiu in the distance put down the sword technique he picked up and said lightly.

"The little brother seems to be able to see things in the fog. ”

Li Guifan walked towards Ye Mingke, his eyes were solemn, and he asked softly.

"When you saved that man...... Did you see that ghost?"

While speaking, Li Guifan walked to Ying Kui's side, looking at Ye Mingke's expression with a smile on the one hand, and on the other hand, he also guarded against Ying Kui from making another serious move.

When the ghost was mentioned again, everyone in the audience involuntarily quieted down again, and that evil ghost had already left a shadow in everyone's hearts.

At this time, several monks who hadn't noticed much about how Ye Mingke had saved that mortal also began to recall that scene.

At that time, the boy did not rush directly to pull the mortal back, but directly threw the mortal down, even twisting and straining his partner's grabbed arm.

He seemed to be hiding from something purposefully.

It's like you're dodging...... That ghost who should not be visible to anyone before possession?

"I can indeed see the ghost, and I can see in the mist. ”

Ye Mingke said calmly to Li Guifan.

"So I was able to save that person just now, and I could see the trick that the sword rack in the distance had specially pinched for me, and I could even see the shape of your mouth when you spoke to him before this, and I could judge what you said to him. ”

Ye Mingke calmly repeated the sentence he saw.

"You said to him, 'The sixth is sick again, and you will have to save that person in a moment.'" ’”

"Looks like you can really see in the fog. ”

Li Guifan looked back, he was now closer to Jian Jiu than Ye Mingke, but in the diffuse fog, he could only vaguely see Jian Jiu's vague figure, and it was impossible to see the shape of a person's mouth when he spoke.

But he actually didn't know that Ye Mingke's two sentences were not all true.

He didn't actually see the ghost, but he felt the ghost because he couldn't see it.

In the fog, he could clearly perceive everything around him through those gray elves, but where the ghost appeared, he could still see in front of his eyes, but the gray elves in the area where the ghost was suddenly lost contact.

So at that time, he could see what was in front of him, but he felt as if there was a dark curtain in front of him.

And he didn't avoid that sword qi just now, not because he could see the movements of Jian Jiu and Li Guifan, but because they were both in the fog, and all the movements couldn't escape his perception.

In his perception, the monks were like giant torches, burning with the elves he could sense.

And when the monk Ying Kui was about to make a move, his torch would suddenly brighten, and the elves of heaven and earth would quickly pour into their bodies, and after not knowing how to operate, they would turn into pure energy.

Therefore, Ying Kui's cat-and-mouse behavior just now did not affect him at all, and he knew from beginning to end that Ying Kui was a pawn used by these monks to test him, and someone would naturally rescue him when he was in danger.

"I can help you deal with that ghost. But I have the conditions?" Ye Mingke looked at Li Guifan and said.

"Conditions? Mortals are also qualified to negotiate terms with us immortals?"

"Even if you have a little use value now, do you think that the killing of our junior brother can be revealed?"

The monk with a gloomy face, Ying Kui, said coldly, looking at Ye Mingke's gaze with a cold killing intent.

And Li Guifan, who seemed to have a kind face beside him, just smiled and didn't say anything.

"I know we're just mortals. So my condition is simple, you must not do me any harm or those behind me. ”

Ye Mingke took a deep breath and didn't look at Ying Kui, but still looked directly at Li Guifan and put forward his request.

He couldn't retreat, he couldn't let go, he could feel the cold killing intent of those monks around him and the terrifying strength for them, he could only grasp the last bit of his support.

But Li Guifan still just looked at him plainly and kindly, but did not say anything.

"I can't hurt you and the people behind you, is that to make my junior brother die in vain?"

Ying Kui heard this request, but suddenly sneered.

"I'm curious, what would you do if I didn't kill you, but just cut off your hands and feet, and left you with a pair of eyes that could be used?"

"I choose to die. And you will die too!" Ye Mingke turned his head and looked at Ying Kui, his eyes were cold, and there was no hesitation in his tone.

"Then I'll only cut off one of your hands and one foot? What will happen to you? Do you still have hands and feet, and don't you think about living?"

Ying Kui continued to stare at Ye Mingke's eyes, his gaze was cruel, and his smile was playful.

"I will choose to die!"

Ye Mingke looked directly at Ying Kui's blood-red eyes and did not flinch.

"Oh, it's such a pity. Then I'd better kill just one of your buddies to get my life. ”

"That's fair!"

Ying Kui avoided those calm and clear eyes, turned his head, and looked at the mortals behind him who were trembling in the face of his coercion, and his smile was as hideous as a knife.

"If you kill one of them, I will choose to die. Ye Mingke said calmly.

"Why?"

"Who are they, and you will die for them?"

Ying Kui seemed to be very curious, his gaze still wandered between several men, and everyone who was seen by his playful eyes couldn't help but shed a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were weak.

"I promised them. ”

"And my faith is my life!"

Ye Mingke said word by word, without any hesitation.

"Oh, that's stingy. Then I'd better just cut off one of the thin man's hands, one hand is always fine. ”

Ying Kui put his eyes back on Ye Mingke's body, and said with a good negotiating tone, obviously saying extremely cruel things, but it seemed that he was just buying meat and bargaining with people in the market.

"My condition is that you must not cause any harm to any of us. ”

"As long as the damage is done, I will choose to die!"

Ye Mingke said slowly, his voice was clear and firm like a green mountain rock.

He can't retreat, he can't retreat, that little bit of dependence can't protect them at all, as long as he shows a little fear, he may be directly deprived of everything.

He didn't want to die, but he could only use his death as a bargaining chip to push this gamble!

"Our lives are worthless in your eyes, but I am your only hope for the time being. ”

"Your life is always valuable in your eyes!"

"Smack" "Smack"

"Good courage, good courage. And my faith is my life, I am almost moved and persuaded by you. ”

Ying Kui laughed and high-fived.

He slowly leaned his face closer to Ye Mingke's ear, smiled, and said softly like a mosquito.

"It's a pity, who wouldn't. How do I know you're really going to die for someone else's hand?"

The blue tendons in the corners of Ye Mingke's eyes suddenly jumped.

Without hesitation, he suddenly burst into the air and pounced on Ying Kui's left side.

Pounced on a flying sword that was originally silent, but suddenly burst out with a magnificent sword qi until it caught up with him.

And behind his body, there was Fang Wu, who was still trembling with pain holding his twisted arm.

"Not good!"

"Win Kui!"

"Stop!"

All this happened, and the other monks didn't have time to react at all, and shouted in surprise, and several flying swords came out together, but the fastest sword of Jian Jiu's delicate little sword was still a few moments behind.

"Bang"

Blood bloomed in the air.