Seeing Ye Wen's appearance that seemed to be smiling, Murong Cheng's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he couldn't help but clench the folding fan in his hand, and then slapped the folding fan into his hand again, and said coldly: "Boy, if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, and then pretend to be a dog and bark a few times, maybe I will spare your life!"

“...... Hmph! The rats in the slums just don't know what's going on. One, two, three, take his head off!"

Boom!

The three dead guards who followed Murong Cheng took a step forward at the same time, their burly physique, cold eyes, and the momentum hidden under the muscles were ready to attack, as if they were well-trained killers, and the killing intent emanating from their bodies was almost condensed, which showed that these three people were definitely good at combining attacks.

At the same time, one by one, the firefly-like light lit up, slowly floating beside the three of them, flashing with a warm and soft faint light, forming a strong contrast with the cold temperament on the body.

And in these flickering points of light, Ye Wen felt a chill that made people palpitate, as if sharp poisonous needles were hidden inside, under the warm light, there was a faint cold light flowing through, and the two strange breaths of hot and cold alternately fluctuated.

"Wait a minute! What the hell is going on?"

Wu Zhong was taken aback because of such a change, and the sudden conflict made him a little confused about the situation, the two of them had just arrived, and they should not have offended anyone, how could a young man who was obviously not from a bad background suddenly make a provocative statement, and he also gave an order to kill his guards.

Although it seems to be aimed at the little brother next to him, but he Wu Zhong followed the little brother into this battle circle, and it is inevitable that he will be automatically classified into a group, if there is any unsolvable hatred among them, then his situation is not much better!

His eyes swept between Ye Wen and Murong Cheng in disbelief, and after Wu Zhong pondered for a while, he persuaded Murong Cheng: "This son, I don't know what grievances you have with the little brother next to you? Don't be impulsive in everything, it's better for everyone to calm down and discuss it well, now that there are crises everywhere, it is not the time for infighting." ”

"Discuss?" Murong Cheng heard this, glanced at the wolf pattern on the chest of Wu Zhong's shirt, and a touch of disdain appeared on his face, and said: "I, Murong Cheng, only accept begging for mercy, and never mean to discuss, what kind of thing are you?

"You!"

Hearing Murong Cheng's contemptuous answer, Wu Zhong's face turned pale with anger, he was in a well-intentioned persuasion just now, but he didn't expect to be attacked by a white-eyed wolf, so he didn't say a few words, and then he exchanged extremely insulting words.

"Your Excellency, don't think that you can do whatever you want by relying on the power of the Jiaolong Gang, and our Wolf Killing Gang is not vegetarian!" Involving the dignity of his own gang, Wu Zhong's tone couldn't help but become stern.

"It's just a small gang, speaking of which, your gang leader has also bowed down to our deputy gang leader of the Jiaolong Gang, and I, as the elder of the Jiaolong Gang, what is your little junior disciple!" Murong Cheng glanced at Wu Zhong with disdain and said coldly.

It was only at this time that Ye Wen slowly calmed down the Dao power churning in his body, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that the big thing had been accomplished, but he didn't expect that before he could act at the opportunity, the other party blocked his retreat.

As a poor man who has had to look at his face for many years to survive, Ye Wen easily judged the real atmosphere at this moment, although he was the only monk among them who did not belong to a gang, but for the situation of being in the [Second Territory] now, it was just a trivial matter.

In addition to the two fools who relied on the guards, how many of the people who were able to survive the raid just now were reckless? Naturally, they could judge what was going to happen next, although the outlaws liked to fight hard, it didn't mean that they liked to die.

Anyone who stands in the way of their survival will be obliterated by that shared will to survive.

Especially after just ending a desperate battle, and being in an extremely dangerous area, mentally and physically in an extremely tense and sensitive state, it is like a powder keg about to ignite.

What they need most at this moment is peaceful coexistence on the surface, after all, no one wants to be stabbed in such a place.

In Chiba City, Ye Wen's pauper status may be despised, but in this kind of jungle where monsters are rampant, it is like an innocent family background, and there is no interest between any gangs.

On the contrary, it was Murong Cheng, who was the first to speak out, and his identity as the Jiaolong Gang was the biggest burden, if it weren't for the fact that there was a hall master of the Jiaolong Gang here, there was a faint deterrent force, so that everyone did not dare to act rashly, this conceited and personable Murong Cheng would have died a long time ago.

The usual rampant and domineering will naturally accumulate a lot of secret resentment, even if there is no hatred and no resentment, the small gang is happy to see the Jiaolong Gang who ride on their heads all day long to cut out a few pieces of meat and kill a few unsightly gang disciples.

If a lion who falls into a hyena pack continues to provoke without long eyes......

Thinking around, in the face of Murong Cheng's intimidation, Ye Wen was still silent, he knew very well that the other party was already on the edge of the cliff and did not know it, although the idea of pushing again was very strong, but it was better to wait and see what happened, people who like to die will always jump off the cliff automatically.

As the movement here became more and more noisy, the monks around who were either pranayama with their eyes closed or secretly observing, their cautious and suspicious eyes condensed on Murong Cheng and the others one by one.

For a while, the tense atmosphere in the clearing condensed again, and it looked particularly weird, and the whispers of each mind were permeated, compared to the direct fight with the green snake vine, this lurking undercurrent was more revealing of a strange and dangerous taste.

"It turned out to be him, the Murong Cheng who was known for his arrogance and domineering. ”

"It is said that this surnamed Murong is just a realm of quenching the body, but he has become a member of the Jiaolong Gang Elders' Association, although it is only a fictitious title. ”

"Tsk, I didn't expect the Jiaolong Gang to be so easy to mix, and you can become an elder with one quenching body, so wouldn't you be qualified for the position of the gang leader, ha, maybe I will have a chance in the future!"

"I don't think he has been arrogant for a long time, I heard that some of the high-ranking members of the Jiaolong Gang have recently been dissatisfied with the domineering of the Murong family, and even mobilized the hall master level to vote, in an attempt to weaken the power of the Murong faction. ”

"This is true, I have always been well-informed, although the Jiaolong Gang has a ban on disciples not to discuss, but such a big gang turmoil has long spread throughout Chiba City, how can I not know a thing or two?"

"Hmph, maybe this change has something to do with this Murong Cheng!"

"Maybe someone from their gang wanted to kill this straw bale and took the opportunity to interfere with the operation of the teleportation array, and we were innocently implicated. ”

These monks had no scruples when they spoke, although they didn't deliberately raise their voices, but with the strength of the monks who were present, they were as clear as if they were speaking in person.

This is temptation!

Tempting the attitudes and positions of the others, the voices of the discussion became more and more high-pitched and unscrupulous, from insidious irony to obvious ridicule, and everyone even slowly gained a consensus in the seemingly separate words.

The initial form of collective strength is to establish a common hostile target in mutual suspicion and temptation, one person steps out, two follow, and then it becomes more and more violent and huge like a snowball.