Hearing Zhao Boyin's voice, with incomparable anger, Yang Ming was still silent, looking like he was watching a good show, and he was very unbeaten.

This appearance made Zhao Bo grit his teeth for a while, and once the matter involved Yun Longwei, Zhang Song next to him also became silent, as if he was unwilling to wade into troubled waters anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Bo snorted coldly, and his eyes suddenly locked on Xiao Yu's body on the side, like a poisonous snake that devoured people at any time.

"Door master, no... Don't kill me!"

Seeing Zhao Bo's cold eyes, Xiao Yu's face was as if he was dead, his whole body was swinging, his head was tilted, and his eyes showed a look of pleading.

In the final analysis, Xiao Yu is also an ordinary young man, due to the long-term pampering of his family, he has a domineering temperament, and there are not a few people who die in his hands.

In this rivers and lakes where the strong are respected, people are dying every day, some people may be dead, some people are innocent, but in the eyes of people like Xiao Yu, they regard human life as a mustard, and they rely on a little bit of power, so they run rampant everywhere, ignoring the lives of others.

If you even let go of this kind of scum, then what face will Yang Ming have to walk the rivers and lakes in the future, didn't he just hold the martial arts dream and blood in his heart when he practiced martial arts?

In order to follow his heart, Xiao Yu must die.

Looking at Xiao Yu, who was begging for mercy, enduring physical and mental exhaustion, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth were slightly upturned, and his weak voice slowly resounded in everyone's ears.

"Xiao Yu is dead, this matter is over!"

Zhao Bo was afraid of Yun Longwei and wanted to suppress the matter, and Yang Ming didn't want to push Zhao Bo too quickly, and at the same time, he didn't want to leave himself with trouble, so Xiao Yu's death was the best choice, which not only gave Zhao Bo a step, but also eliminated the hidden dangers in his heart.

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Zhao Bo and Zhang Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, they were really afraid that Yang Ming would intervene in the territory of the Sword Spirit Sect and turn Shanyang County upside down, which would be really troublesome.

"As you wish!"

Zhao Bo's palm shook, and the majestic internal force broke out of his body, slapping on Xiao Yu's head fiercely, and in an instant, a miserable scream suddenly resounded at the city gate.

In Zhao Bo's eyes, Xiao Yu is just a small person, and if he dies, he will die, as long as he can calm Yang Ming's anger, even if he kills ten more people like Xiao Yu, they will not have the slightest softness.

"Hehe, Xiao Yu is dead, according to what Xiaoyou just said, the grudge between you and the empty door should also be written off, right?" Seeing that the culprit was already dead and couldn't die anymore, Zhang Song at this time also squeezed out a smile, looking like a peacemaker, and smiled at Yang Ming.

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Bo's mouth twitched slightly, although his heart was full of anger, but thinking of Yang Mingyun Longwei's identity, he could only grit his teeth and endure the evil breath in his heart, nodded immediately, put away the murderous aura in his eyes, hugged his fist towards Yang Ming, and said lightly: "Just now, the disciple of the disciple had no beads and offended the son, and in the future, Zhao personally came to the door to apologize!"

As the master of a family, Zhao Bo can be regarded as full of sincerity to be able to lower his identity to this point, but Yang Ming did not feel happy about this, he knew very well in his heart that according to Zhao Bo's ruthless and taboo-free temperament, today's weakness is just to prepare for killing himself in the future.

Looking at Zhao Bo's calm and waveless eyes, Yang Ming took a deep breath, slowly calmed down the killing intent in his heart, smiled reluctantly, arched his hand and said: "The kid is also Meng Lang today, I offended a lot just now, and I ask you to forgive me." ”

Seeing that Yang Ming finally calmed down, Zhang Song couldn't help but nodded, stroked his palms and smiled: "A rage of murderous intent, a smile of enmity, Xiaoyou is really a hero of the same generation." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile, shook his head and said, "The seniors have won the award!"

Hearing this senior, the originally tense atmosphere suddenly calmed down, and after some small talk, Zhang Song seemed to see the impatience in Yang Ming's eyes, and said goodbye with interest, and then pulled Zhao Bo to flash and walked away, leaving behind a corpse and a group of viewers with different expressions.

Seeing that the curtain had come to an end, everyone gradually left the city gate, and Yang Ming's body, which had been holding on, suddenly shook and completely fell into darkness.

Xiao Zhenshan, who was on the side, quickly caught it, greeted him, and grabbed Yang Ming and brought him back to the Sky Splitting Sword Sect.

......

Falling into the darkness, Yang Ming vaguely had a dream, a long dream, high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and there were cars flying unknown objects in the air, speeding on the ground......

While dreaming, I remembered a faint voice in my ears, which sounded familiar but I couldn't remember it.

"Elder Yi, how is this kid?"

On a quaint bed, an old man with a goatee sat outside, his hands on Yang Ming's pulse, and an invisible air flow circulated in his body, probing the injuries in Yang Ming's body.

After a while, the goatee's eyes slowly opened, his face showed a look of surprise, he turned his head, looked at Elder Xue with some surprise, and asked, "Old Xue, who is this kid?"

"Hehe, you ask me, who am I going to ask?" Elder Xue pointed at himself, glanced at the old man with a goatee helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "What's wrong?"

Hearing Elder Xue's somewhat helpless voice, the old man with a goatee twisted his beard, his cloudy eyes showed a look of envy, and his voice was a little solemn: "When the old man investigated the injury just now, he found an abnormality on this son's body, this kid is not only extremely perfect in physical condition, but also extremely pure in internal strength, according to the old man's guess, his cultivation method is at least first-class and above the middle grade......

First-class and above, that is to say, Yang Ming's cultivation exercises are very likely to be first-class and top-grade, thinking of this, Elder Xue not only gasped fiercely, in this era of the lack of inheritance of martial arts, first-class top-grade exercises have undoubtedly become the most powerful exercises in the land of Kyushu.

Inside the room, there was a deathly silence, staring at some familiar faces on the bed, Elder Xue couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, he knew very well in his heart what a young man who had cultivated first-class top-grade exercises represented, as we all know, the higher the level of martial arts, the more terrifying the difficulty of cultivation, and the young man in front of him was only a teenager, and he successfully cultivated the first-class top-grade exercises, which means that if nothing happens in the future, Yang Ming's achievements will definitely surpass those first-class sect inheritance disciples.

As far as Elder Xue knew, the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" cultivated by Wen Xuanyuan, the number one master in Yunzhou, was only a first-class medium-grade technique, and now, the latter had become the number one master in Yunzhou, while Yang Ming was very likely to have cultivated a first-class top-grade technique, what does this mean? )