"Where do I dare to mess with the Xiao family. ”

Lin Yi glanced at Yuan Yan and laughed at himself: "This is just a sad story of a rich girl and a poor child. ”

Yuan Yan instantly understood the meaning of his joke, and her brows furrowed deeply, "Xiao Shufei, you actually have this relationship with Xiao Shufei?"

Lin Yi was helpless and said, "What do you mean by having too?"

Yuan Yan sank his face and stopped talking, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't it? You and Chen Baoyun are a little entangled, and now there is a sudden Xiao Shufei. Now whether it is the Southern Dynasty or the Northern Wei Dynasty, who doesn't know that there are two princess-like characters in the Southern Dynasty, one is Chen Baoyun, and the other is Xiao Shufei. It's good that you're entangled with both of them.

"I underestimated you. ”

For some reason, Yuan Yan couldn't help but add indignantly in her heart.

For the powerful people, Rong Yi has to comprehend more slowly than her.

After a few moments of stunned breath, Rong Yi understood the meaning contained in Lin Yi's words, he immediately frowned, looked at the green-shirted cultivator, and said unfairly: "Don't bully the young man to be poor!"

His words of grievances for Lin Yi made Lin Yi a little astringent.

Yuan Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud in her heart.

Poor is poor, where there are teenagers and old people, those who think you are poor, who cares about your future possibilities.

Every year in the city of Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty, in the foaming river, after every heavy rain, there may be a few corpses of poor young men who dare to challenge the powerful with such indignant ideas.

She hadn't been to Jiankang City in the Southern Dynasty, but she thought that the crows in the world were all generally black, and they were all the same.

The real powerful do not believe in an uncertain future, and they are accustomed to taking the possibilities of the future into their own hands.

If it was a teenager like Lin Yi who made them feel threatened, they would either accept their arrangement or disappear from this world completely.

"Interesting. ”

The green-shirted cultivator looked at Rong Yi, he thought it was funny, and couldn't help but laugh.

"You're here to kill him?"

Yuan Yan didn't feel funny, she looked at the green-shirted cultivator very seriously, and asked in a cold voice.

The green-shirted cultivator felt that Rong Yi was very interesting, he didn't know much about Rong Yi's origin, but whether it was from the accent or the simplicity of Rong Yi at this time, it was too far from the young cultivators in Jiankang City, and he also felt very interesting when he looked at Yuan Yan at this time.

Because Yuan Yan is just a young girl, but at this time, she looks very old-fashioned, and even has a majesty that he can't understand.

"What else is there to make a trip to other than this?"

The green-shirted cultivator looked at her with a smile, feeling that he also had to look as evil as possible before these very interesting young cultivators, so he added, "But there are also surprises, who would have imagined that in a place like Meishan, you can still find the legendary fire worm?"

Yuan Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised, sharp as a blade.

"Just because you like each other, you want to kill him?" Rong Yi cried out in disbelief, "How dare you do this?"

"You're lovely. Lin Yi looked at him who was indignant, and couldn't help but comment softly.

Rong Yi was stunned.

He intuitively felt that he didn't seem to know much about Jiankang's world, but he still stubbornly looked at the green-shirted cultivator and said, "I don't accept this truth. ”

"If you don't accept it, you have to fight. ”

Lin Yi's voice sounded very dryly, and his eyes full of hostility stared at the green-shirted cultivator, "No matter what, you shouldn't have reached the Divine Mind Realm yet, in that case, how sure are you that you can kill the three of us?"

The green-shirted cultivator looked at Lin Yi with strange eyes.

From the first time he saw Lin Yi, his evaluation of Lin Yi in his heart was constantly improving.

He didn't quite understand why Lin Yi was still so calm and confident at this time.

"You are very smart, and you will still use such words to listen to my true cultivation at this time. He sighed softly, "It's a pity that you weren't born in the emperor's family." ”

Listening to his words, Yuan Yan said indifferently in his heart, it may not be a lucky thing to be born in the emperor's family.

Lin Yi wanted to speak, but at this moment, he felt a slight tremor coming from the thick ice under his feet.

A sharp breath with the cold air of the underground forest penetrated the soles of his feet, making the soles of his feet tingle.

It's a flying sword.

Whether it was him, Rong Yi and Yuan Yan, they all felt that this green-shirted cultivator would make a move next, but no one thought that the other party had already made a move.

A light flying sword had already quietly sneaked under the ice, and even when it stabbed up at this time, it really appeared in Lin Yi's perception!

In Lin Yi's perception at this time, this flying sword was a piece of sword, as thin as hoarfrost on the tile, but when the ice was cut and flew up, it was like nothing, and it was extremely fast.

Lin Yi had the Heavenly Treasure Cloth on his body, but the soles of his feet were still one of the weakest points that the Heavenly Treasure Clothes could not cover, and at this time, according to the intuitive reaction of any cultivator, he must have jumped away from the sword coming from the soles of his feet.

Lin Yi is no exception.

The moment he sensed this flying sword, his body subconsciously swept upward, but in the next moment, he forcibly stopped this impulse.

His perception clearly reminded him that even if he swept up, it would be impossible for him to keep up with the speed of this flying sword.

He lifted his feet, but his body didn't leap up.

The ice under his feet is extremely hard, but when his feet are lifted up, there is snow-white snow spraying up from the ice, and this image gives the impression that he is not stepping on hard ice, but on sticky water, and when his feet are lifted, there is a lot of water stuck to the soles of his feet.

It's just that the ice and snow have nothing to do with his strength, but from the flying sword.

A thin silver shiny sword blade rushed out from under his feet along with the ice and snow, and at the moment when Yuan Yan and Rong Yi didn't have time to react, they had already landed on the sole of Lin Yi's right foot.

The face of the green-shirted cultivator was calm, and he was not even reconciled to the damage caused by this sword to Lin Yi at this time, and he didn't even care about Lin Yi's life and death.

Although he completely obeyed the orders of the military advisor he followed, in the process of executing the order, he still had a certain authority to change the content of the order, if even such a sword could directly kill Lin Yi, then in his opinion, Lin Yi would die.

Such a young cultivator is not worth the trouble of the military advisor at all.

For his world, Lin Yi and the other two young cultivators in front of him were no different from the fire insects they killed.

Sometimes you don't need a reason to pinch such a worm to death, just to see if it's valuable.

There was a soft snort.

The flying sword pierced the soles of Lin Yi's boots, and in the next moment, the flesh and blood on the soles of Lin Yi's feet felt a real tingling.

However, at this moment, Lin Yi's eyes were full of an incomparably fierce look, he let out a loud shout, and with all his strength, he stepped on it fiercely!

"Poof!"

The flying sword easily pierced the soles of his feet, but at this moment, Lin Yi's foot had already stepped on the ice below.

Blood flew up the surface of his feet.

A piercing cracking sound sounded on and under his feet.

The green-shirted cultivator's body shook, and his eyes were full of shock.

Lin Yi gritted his teeth and howled in pain.

He tried not to look at the injury on his foot as much as possible, for fear of affecting his determination.

His feet were lifted again, and with the flying sword that was still pierced on his feet, which had already penetrated the surface of his feet, but was almost crushed by his blow, he stomped on the ground again!

(One shift today, three shifts tomorrow)