With an arrogant but angry voice, a silver-haired young man entered from outside the door and walked towards Xiao Qianli and the others in the main seat with a look of arrogance.

Although this person looks young, although his speech is still unpleasant, he is full of momentum, giving people a feeling that cannot be underestimated.

This is a strong man!

This is the only thought in the hearts of everyone in the hall at this time, although this young man is not walking fast, but almost everyone has keenly felt the powerful momentum exuded by the other party, this momentum is not innate, but after countless tribulations, tempered in the battle of endless blood and fire, the most powerful.

Miao Yunao had just been deflated on Liu Suifeng's body, and he had already held back his anger, and when he saw this, he strode forward and shouted: "Where did you come from?

He has both internal and external skills, not a weak person, at this time he stretched out his hand to push the young man's shoulder, this push is the condensation of eight successful forces, Shen Xiong is incomparable, full of plans to let the young man fall on his heels, fall on his face.

The young man smiled, his hands and feet did not move, seeing that Miao Yunao's big hand was about to touch his body, his shoulders suddenly sank and stiffened, and he actually bumped into Miao Yunao's right hand. The two huge forces collided in one place, and only heard a "click", and one of Miao Yunao's right wrists was shocked and dislocated.

Miao Yunao snorted, his heart was shocked and angry, his left hand turned into a fist, and a punch hit the young man's chest, the young man sneered on his face, his right palm stretched out very quickly, and grabbed Miao Yunao's left fist, dragged it one by one, and immediately unloaded one of his arms.

Qin Yuyao reacted the fastest, with a coquettish sound, the sword light unfolded, and stabbed the four big holes on the young man's upper body.

Seeing Qin Yuyao doing it, the young man's eyes lit up, and he smiled strangely: "What a Peugeot female doll!"

He laughed in his mouth, but his subordinates reacted extremely quickly, and with a flick of his right hand, there was a soft sound of "ding", and the long sword had already been bent, and then a finger sword stabbed straight into Qin Yuyao's right chest.

If this move is replaced by another opponent, it can be regarded as decent, but the opponent is a delicate woman who is only twenty-eight years old, but it looks extremely obscene. Qin Yuyao was caught off guard, and her face turned red with shame and anger, but this finger sword was extremely fast, but she didn't have time to dodge.

Hearing only a cold snort, an extremely soft finger force shot out from behind Qin Yuyao, and the two finger forces collided together, and the young man's body shook, and he suddenly turned his head in surprise.

I saw Liu walking out slowly with the wind, and said lightly: "Rude maniac, how dare you be so presumptuous?"

The young man looked Liu Suifeng up and down a few times, smiled, and said, "Where did the little Taoist priest come from? ”

Liu Suifeng's face was calm and waveless, and he said indifferently: "Who are you?"

The young man suddenly laughed and said, "I heard that a poisonous person was born in western Sichuan, and Uncle Ben and Master originally wanted to make some benefits, but they were unexpectedly set on a fire and burned most of them, so they came to fight the autumn breeze." ”

Listening to this young man's words, the heroes in the hall showed strange expressions one by one, and the method of poison refining was infinitely poisonous, this person actually said that he wanted to make some benefits, and he was ashamed to claim that he wanted to fight the autumn wind. This person is extraordinary, obviously from a famous family, how could he say such strange words?

Suddenly, a deep voice came from outside the door: "Gallop, don't be rude!" The voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall seemed to be ringing in their ears.

A tall and thin middle-aged man walked straight in, his whole body shrouded in a black robe, and even half of his face was covered under a cloth hat. There were more than a dozen black-clothed men behind him, all of them strong and capable, with a pair of scimitars crossed behind their backs.

The young man was drunk, and immediately restrained his breath, stood respectfully beside the tall and thin middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Master, I have come to introduce you to the two famous heroes here. The tall and thin middle-aged man nodded, only to hear the young man smile and say, "The old man on the main seat is named Miao Lin, and he is the head of a famous martial arts family in western Sichuan. The disciple had carefully observed that Old Man Miao was good at knife techniques, the knife was heavy, and he walked all the way to the fierce road, and his cultivation was about at the high level of refining and refining Qi, and he was still one step away from the half-step innate. ”

Miao Lin's white eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and he secretly thought: "This young man and I have never known each other, how can he feel the old man's cultivation so clearly? When did he 'observe carefully'? I think he quietly approached the old man at some point, and by the way, he found out my details. It is very bad that I know nothing about him. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind my back.

The young man pointed at Gu Baidang again and said: "This is Gu Baidang of the Qingcheng faction, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng, proficient in swordsmanship, and it is rumored that he is a half-step innate. It's just that he has been traveling outside all the year round, and the disciple was just a quick glimpse at that time, but he didn't know what his true cultivation was!"

"Half-step innate?" The tall and thin middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he nodded slowly, "The person with the highest martial arts in this place is Gu Daochang, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng?"

The young man laughed and said, "That's not likely, just now the disciple heard them boasting in the hall that there was a person who killed the leader of the innate realm of poison, and I don't know if it's true or not." The disciple had just made a move with this little Taoist priest, and although it was a little interesting, it didn't look like the realm of transforming into a god. ”

This young man's words were extremely fast, and he had already made things clear in a moment, Gu Baidang's face was gloomy, and he said slowly: "What is the origin of all of you, and what are you doing here?"

The young man smiled and said: "We are from the Yin-Yang Palace, this is my master, you don't need to know his old man's name, you just need to know that Uncle Ben is now named Ren Chicheng, and he is the master of the three Tianshi Halls in the Yin-Yang Palace!"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "As for our intentions, we should have told you about it. We originally took a fancy to the poisonous hall, but unfortunately it was burned clean by you, and now we have to use this Miao family Zhuangzi to offset it, but we can barely make do with it. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was extremely angry, and immediately some people stood up and scolded with their halberds. Although Miao Lin has reined in a lot of fiery temperament in recent years, when he heard that the other party was going to snatch his own foundation openly, he couldn't help but be even more furious, and he stretched out his hand to draw a knife.

As soon as his right hand moved, but was held down by one hand, Miao Lin was shocked and angry, turned his head to look, but saw that Xiao Qianli was still sitting upright, and said with a smile: "Old man Miao is the master, why bother with these people?"

At this time, everyone in the hall had already pulled out their weapons and scolded, and the young man named Ren Chi Cheng smiled, and smiled lazily back: "Hey, if someone scolds us, what should we do?"

The tall and thin middle-aged man behind a dozen big men suddenly took a heavy step forward and shouted in unison: "Cut off one of his arms as a punishment!"

Ren Chicheng nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly the silver light in the hall flashed, but it was the dozen or so people who pulled out the scimitars from behind their backs, and at the same time flew out of their hands, each scimitar went straight to the shoulders of the one who scolded the most, and the dozen scimitars were without mistakes, as accurate as if they were used by the same person.