"Huaiyue, I've been looking for you for a long time, who are you talking to?" the beautiful young man asked, but he deliberately didn't look at Fang Qiuyao, tugged Jiang Huaiyue's sleeve, and said, "It's almost time, let's go!"

Qin Yan almost got goosebumps when he saw the beautiful young man's charming look and delicate movements.

Jiang Huaiyue got up and smiled helplessly: "Young Master Fang, next time you have a chance to raise a glass and talk!"

The beautiful young man's expression suddenly became a little treacherous, and after glancing at Fang Qiuyao, he turned his face away with disdain, and said softly in Jiang Huaiyue's ear: "Huaiyue, why is your vision getting worse and worse? If I hadn't come to call you, I wouldn't have wanted to walk in, and I would have smelled a poor sour smell from afar......"

Fang Qiuyao also got up with a smile to say goodbye to Jiang Huaiyue, but his smile quickly froze, and his face burned with it.

The dignified Hunjiang Gang Young Gang Leader is also a well-known number one person in the rivers and lakes, and no one has ever dared to scold him with such harsh words.

Qin Yan was also stunned for a moment by the beautiful boy's straightforward and frank sarcasm. Jiang Huaiyue was silent, her face was very embarrassed.

"Poor, hehehe......" Fang Shaoxia pursued the way of a loyal and sincere gentleman, but he was never pedantic to the point of not scolding back, he sneered a few times, and quickly came up with a counterattack, "I guess your father must only have one son......

The beautiful boy's virgin-like slender jade fingers twisted tightly together, as if he wanted to smash the face of this hateful handsome young man, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his delicate nose twisted: "Hmph!"

“...... If it weren't for the fact that you could only rely on you to pass on your ancestors, he might have slapped you to death!"

The beautiful young man's fingers trembled slightly, staring at the young gang leader's eyes stained with a fishy aura, and the expression on his face changed from contempt to anger: "Cheap bastard, you dare to insult Young Master Ben, palm your mouth-" He stretched out his slender white right hand and scraped it towards Fang Qiuyao's face.

Of course, Fang Qiuyao wouldn't let him hit, he just raised his hand and pinched the beautiful boy's wrist, frowning slightly: "Speak ill of each other for no reason, and fight if you don't have a good word, don't you even have the slightest demeanor and upbringing?"

"Dare to fight back!" the beautiful boy's other fist struck quickly, and the speed was unusually fast. Fang Qiuyao didn't check for a while, and was punched in the chest, but his skin was rough and thick, and his body didn't even shake, so he immediately clenched the opponent's fist. The beautiful boy couldn't break free with both hands, his feminine face was distorted by hatred, and his phoenix eyes were even more gloomy. He struggled a few times, and kept shouting and scolding: "Let go, bastard! You pig-like slut dare to be rude to Young Master Ben......"

Fang Qiuyao heard all kinds of insulting and unpleasant words in his mouth, his face gradually turned pale, and he unconsciously increased the force in his hand: "I guess Your Excellency's parents must not have taught you well......

The beautiful boy felt that the other party's big hands were like iron tongs, and he was about to break his wrists, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let out a woman-like piercing scream: "Old Zhu, kill him for me!"

As soon as he shouted the word "Zhu Lao", the black-robed masked man behind him moved, and he stepped over a distance of five or six meters in one step, and without seeing him move, there was already an extra thin sword shining with a faint purple bloom in his hand, and stabbed at Fang Qiuyao's throat lightly. His sword momentum was like the faint smell of his body, rotten and hidden, silent. When Fang Qiuyao reacted, the old man's peculiar dull twilight had already penetrated his nose.

As guests who came to the banquet, neither Fang Qiuyao nor Qin Yan brought weapons over, so Fang Qiuyao couldn't think about it, so he had to let go and retreat. But it seemed to be too late, the luster of the thin sword flashed in the air, and the hidden arc was even more mysterious than Fang Qiuyao imagined, directly penetrating the void space and reaching Fang Qiuyao's throat-

Then he was caught by Qin Yan's two fingers, and it was difficult to move in.

Finally caught up. Qin Yan sighed secretly. When the black-robed man had just taken a step, he was watching from the side, and since there was no sword to use, he could only attack with his fingers. The black-robed body has a strange method, and he is not very sure, so he finds the best time to make a move, but fortunately, he is still caught in the ......

Fang Qiuyao continued to retreat, far avoiding the twilight aura on the sword. There was a slight look of surprise in the eyes of the black-robed man, and he violently drew his sword back, but unfortunately only let the tip of the sword tremble, and he failed to succeed.

Qin Yan looked at him, looked into the depths of the turbid whirlpool, and said, "The sword is good. ”

The sword is good, not the swordsmanship is good.

The black-robed man's eyes clearly conveyed angry emotions, and his whole body was full of true anger, and he pulled it fiercely, and finally withdrew his sword. However, his body also shook a little, took a step back, and landed beside the beautiful boy.

Jiang Huaiyue's eyes, who had retreated to the side, flashed, and she didn't know what she thought.

Qin Yan put down his hand, met the gloomy gaze of the master and servant, and smiled slightly: "Did you plan to pierce his throat and then say that it is not the turn of others to slander the master's parents?"

The five fingers of the black-robed man's right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and a dull and dry sound came out of his throat, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of purulent phlegm. Then his figure shook, and the boundless twilight shrouded towards Qin Yan. In the gloomy shadows, the thin line brought up a line of obscure traces, which were fleeting, quietly approaching Qin Yan's key points.

"This sword is still a little interesting!" Qin Yan appreciated, his body fluttered, and his right hand quietly appeared above the sword light like a ghost claw, gently holding the spine of the sword. The gray twilight suddenly disappeared, revealing a purple sword body surrounded by severe cold, and a layer of ice crystals gradually formed on the blade.

Having already restrained the enemy's blade, Qin Yan would no longer be polite to this old guy, and he picked up his left fist to hit him in the head. However, at this time, a clear drink came from the door: "Stop!"

Qin Yan could hear that it was Ye Yingru's voice. Well, for her sake, don't make a big fuss.

Qin Yan paused, the black-robed man took advantage of the situation to withdraw his sword, stepped back, and there was a crunching sound on the sword, and the ice chips shattered and fell. When the frost melted, he tucked his sword back into his sleeve and stood silently behind the beautiful boy as if he had never made a move.

Qin Yan turned his head to see that there were three people standing at the door. Ye Yingru, Liu Wanyun, and a young warrior with a long sword at his waist stood behind him and looked at him coldly, his eyes were like substance, and he seemed to be a master.

Ye Yingru walked in and saluted the beautiful young man with a blushing face: "Second brother, they are all my friends, if there is anything to offend......"

The beautiful boy snorted heavily without waiting for her to finish, pulled Jiang Huaiyue, and walked past her with a cold face. After going out, his gloomy compassion came from outside: "Little sister, you are a good guest!"