Although the peddler died, there was no quiet around. Footsteps sounded, and the iron-eating ghost closed his eyes and counted silently, there were more than a dozen people.

The Iron Eater asked loudly, "Who is looking for the old man's bad luck?"

Someone replied in jerky Chinese: "We are fire worshippers in the Western Regions, and we know that you are a master among masters." We were afraid that we wouldn't be able to beat you one-on-one, so we hired a real chef to assassinate you. ”

The Iron Eater said, "You guys are quite real. In that case, let's go together!"

A few people rushed over screaming. The Iron Eater smiled coldly, and swung his sword with both hands, killing them in an instant.

There was silence. The iron-eater knew that none of these people dared to move.

He deliberately said: "Little cubs, when my eyes are better in a few moments, I will peel you one by one and cramp you, and taste the taste of life is better than death!"

In fact, his heart is clear, and his eyes must be blind. He bluffed and frightened the enemy in order to force the enemy to make a move.

As long as they move, there will be a sound, and if there is a voice, they can destroy it all with their own martial arts. But if they don't speak up, they will definitely lose over time.

Sure enough, a few more people couldn't hold it back and flew over. The iron-eaters were known to be five. His long sword turned around, concocted it in the same way, and made these five also become ghosts under the sword. But their martial arts skills were much higher than those of the previous ones, and they slashed the Iron Eater as soon as they joined hands. He was bleeding from his chest and under his ribs, but his eyes were inconvenient and he didn't know the extent of his injuries.

He had just counted, and there were twelve fire-worshipping monks who came. He killed ten people, and only the last two remained. But these two are no ordinary people. They are the leaders, and their martial prowess must be the highest.

The two had moved their positions while their companions had been fighting, so the Iron Eater didn't know where they were now.

It is estimated that when they saw that they were injured, they were ready to wait for their work, and only to do it when the blood ran out. In the past, there was a kind of coyote in the mountains, and it was very timid, and even if the prey was injured, it did not dare to go up and bite it, so it kept following. It is not until the prey is dying that it bites its throat.

The Iron Eater had seen that gaze, a mixture of cowardice, ferocity, and greed. He could now feel the same gaze falling on him.

He suddenly felt a chill running through his back, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, is it interesting to have a fight with grandpa like a shrunken turtle?"

At this moment, he really felt a little exhausted, and his mind was not so clear.

He sat down staggered and said, "Grandma's, I'm tired." Do it!"

But there was still no sound.

The Iron Eater laughed, "It's so cautious. The old man admires!" he said, but he was a little confused. Could I have counted wrong? Was it true that there were 12 instead of 10?

A dark cloud of hesitation loomed over the Iron Eater. He didn't know if to let his guard down. Warm blood was still bubbling from the ribs. A sudden feeling of sleepiness hits, maybe it's not bad to sleep like this.

But he can't sleep, this is your life-and-death struggle, only a coward would choose to give up!

The Iron Eater suddenly thought of an idea, and he laughed and said, "Listen up, two Zoroastrian cubs: your lord is a slut who can only lie, and speaks like a fart. And your sacred flame will be extinguished in the rain sooner or later! Your faith will be trampled underfoot, and you yourselves will be opened and killed, and you will never be able to go to heaven! Hahaha......"

Before the laughter fell, there were two roars from the left and the right.

It turns out that the fire worshippers are so devout that they insult the Lord a hundred times more than they insult themselves, and no believer can tolerate such words. The Iron Eater succeeded in angering his enemies.

These two people have higher martial arts, and they can almost be regarded as first-class masters. But even if the Iron Eaters are blind, they will be more than enough to deal with them. Although the price is a new wound on the body.

At this time, he really couldn't support it, and sat down suddenly, gasping for breath. It was a vicious fight, and I lost my eyes. But he still won, and only the winner is entitled to live. He was going to eat something more and hide to see if he could regain some of his sight.

The iron eater groped to the side of the stall, felt the meat filling, and ate it raw without hesitating anything. As soon as he took two bites, he suddenly pulled out a sword and slammed it to the ground.

I only heard a scream of "wow", and someone was stabbed.

The iron-eater slurred, "Boy, are you convinced?"

A voice came from under his feet: "What...... How do you know?"

The iron eater scooped up half a bowl of chicken soup and drank it all, wiped his mouth and said, "The one who sells wontons pretends to be really good." They tricked me in the first place!"

The man was indeed a peddler, he had been nailed to the ground, and he would make as many holes in his body as he crawled forward.

He endured the pain and said, "You tell me...... Let me die with peace of mind......"

The iron-eating ghost said: "First, that fire-worshipping monk has to say that you are a 'real cook', which is called wanting to cover up; second, no matter what the circumstances, the one who can destroy my eyes with chicken soup must not be an ordinary person; third, I used a bowl, not a sword, when I beat you. Anyway, I'll come over and make up for it in the end. ”

When the man heard this, he let out a sigh and killed himself by biting his tongue.

The iron eater sat down against the stall and scooped himself another bowl of chicken soup. He took a sip, but vomited half a bowl of blood.

"That's where my life ends......" he muttered.

But at this time, I suddenly heard someone say, "You are injured, I will bandage you." ”

As if awakened from a dream, the Iron Eater threw a sword without saying a word. He didn't want to see someone die behind him.

He thought it would be screaming and begging for mercy, but none of that happened. The sword was like a mud ox into the sea, and it didn't make a sound, and it didn't know where it flew. The iron-eating ghost was secretly frightened, could it be that he had already arrived in the Netherworld?

The voice still said, "You have seven or eight wounds on your body, and you are bleeding a lot. Your eyes...... It seems to be broken too. ”

The man had already reached the front of him as he spoke, and the Iron Eater asked viciously, "Who are you?"

The man said, "We have met, outside a small village, and you injured my master that day. Although I didn't see your face clearly, I remembered your murderous aura and the swords behind you. ”

The Iron Eater only felt the cold hair explode, and said in a lost voice: "You are the one-armed swordsman!"

Li Yan scratched his head: "Yes, it's me." ”

The Iron Eater trembled, "You...... If you're good enough, give me a good time. "He kills his own people without calculation, and often abuses his enemies. So he pushed others by himself, thinking that Li Yan would definitely torture him.