Qing Jin ordered a few small dishes at random, a pot of bamboo leaf green, drinking by himself, looking quite leisurely, but the atmosphere in this restaurant is extremely strange, at the head of the Eight Immortals table in the middle window, there is a middle-aged man with a cold face, gray clothes and a sword, he is thin, his face is still a little sallow, but the light in his eyes inadvertently, and the slender to the faint breathing sound, it reveals a high level of internal skills. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment he seemed to be calm and relaxed, and he had been sipping fine wine for a long time, but from the time his eyes flowed, staring out the window and looking into the distance, it was obvious that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, as if he was waiting for something to appear.

The two young men at the same table with him also had a fierce face, pouring wine and cloth dishes for the middle-aged man from time to time, obviously not the disciples of this person, or his subordinates. Their faces were not so calm, slightly nervous and excited.

Qing Jin didn't seem to care, but inadvertently he had already touched the heels of a few people, although he met the Demon Sect members in the morning, and punished him a little, but these people are not like the people of the Demon Sect, and they are definitely not looking for their own trouble, since it has nothing to do with his own family, he doesn't care much, just while sipping wine, he looks around too leisurely to see if there is any big drama to play?

At this time, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums opening and dense horses' hooves on the post road in the distance, and the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the past with burning eyes.

Qing Jin took a sip of wine and turned his head to look. He has profound internal skills and superb eyesight, and at a glance he can clearly see that a team of cars is driving on the post road in the distance.

In front of the car, there were more than ten cavalry armor soldiers opening the way, and four or five carriages were slowly coming, and there were more than 100 elite soldiers around them, guarding them layer by layer, and Qing Jin saw that the carriage was extremely luxurious. The body has a gold pattern, a gold-blue gauze curtain, a golden python cloud map painted around it, and a beaded curtain hanging from the door.

"Look at the decorative pomp, is it a prince?" Qing Jin thought secretly in his heart.

This group of carriages and horses did not go slowly. In an instant, it was only a few dozen zhang away from the restaurant where Qingjin was located, and although there were people coming and going on the surrounding streets, they all avoided it when they saw this group of people coming, and they were quite in awe.

Suddenly, only a whistling sound was heard, like a signal, and in an instant, the sound of buzzing through the air suddenly sounded, and a rain of arrows fell towards the convoy, and these armorers were caught off guard. Screams rang out one after another, and more than a dozen people fell down in silence.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the convoy, the next moment, a group of black-clothed and masked people suddenly came out and fought with the soldiers, and the street was suddenly in chaos, and the screams and fights were endless.

The soldiers were first taken by surprise and in confusion. But after all, he was well-trained, and he was relieved in an instant. Suddenly, a team of three and a team of five formed a formation, echoing each other from afar, and the situation was maintained for a while.

Qing Jin looked at the fight outside the window expressionlessly, his eyes were far away and empty. There was no wave, but the middle-aged man Huo Ran got up, his eyes were like a falcon, staring closely at the window, obviously extremely concerned.

After all, the soldiers were not as well prepared as these masked men. As the Assassins continued to join in the vicinity, the casualties increased, and the slightest negligence allowed the Assassins to take the opportunity to attack the left side of the carriage.

Qing Jin looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this place was called Anlu Mansion, how did he feel a little familiar, as if he had heard it there before, he frowned slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that I heard it in my previous life?" Looking at the protected carriages and horses, it became more and more precarious, and gradually a little throbbing rose in his heart, as if he had forgotten something important.

Thinking of this, Qing Jin's eyes flashed a few essences, at this time the street was in chaos, there was fighting everywhere, and the guests of the restaurant also slipped away, except for Qing Jin, there were only three people left on the middle-aged man's table upstairs, Qing Jin knew that those assassins must be inseparable from a few people, the corners of his mouth showed a little smile, and he was not taboo, and suddenly said: "A few heroes, do you know who is the one who is besieged by the assassins?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, glanced at Qingjin, and saw that although he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he had a handsome face and good demeanor, wearing a green shirt, and had a graceful and free manners, which made people feel good at first sight。

These thoughts swept through the middle-aged man's heart, he didn't say anything, he still stared at the battle in the distance, his eyes swept around several carriages, and the whole person was also ready to go, as if as long as he found the target, he was ready to surprise and strike a fatal blow at any time.

However, the young man sitting on the left suddenly turned around, looked at Qing Jin with cold eyes, and said with a cold smile: "You kid is not small, not only did he not run away, but he is still asking questions here, is it tired of being alive?" Another man also looked at Qing Jin playfully.

At this moment, suddenly the middle-aged man's figure moved, and he swept out of the window in an instant, like a bird, as fast as lightning, and rushed towards the carriages.

Qing Jin saw it, and he didn't waste time, he flicked his sleeve robe, stood up, picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips, did not drink it immediately, but put it on the end of his nose, half-squinted his eyes, and took a breath gently, as if he was smelling the fragrance of wine, suddenly his eyebrows were slightly condensed, his eyes suddenly opened, and the two cold eyes seemed to be substance, Huo Ran and the young man confronted.

The man's heart was shocked, only to feel a pair of cold eyes staring at him, it was mysterious and deep, like the eternal void, and there was a more awe-inspiring murderous aura rushing to his face, wisps of it, as if penetrating his own bone marrow.

He was horrified in his heart, he took a few steps back, fell to the ground with one foot, endless fear gradually rose in his heart, for the first time in his life he felt that death was so close to him, he wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, his mouth was wide open, and he did not even spit out half a word.

Another man saw this strange situation, his heart was shocked, suddenly only felt a flower in front of his eyes, a green shadow like a ghost, suddenly in front of his eyes, he just wanted to dodge, a sharp pain swept from the arm, there were a few crisp sounds of broken bones in his ears, he was about to scream, he saw a white hand as jade had pinched his throat, and at the same time a cold snort came from his ear: "Who is the person who was intercepted and killed?" (To be continued.) )