Chapter 655

The young martial artist slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Qingyan, his slightly muddy eyes flashed amazing light.

Then his face was stunned, and his hand immediately extended to the long sword at his feet.

But as soon as he reached there, he stopped all his movements.

Qingyan just looked at him, and even his expression was a little ungrateful.

Just a born martial artist!

The man leaned against the rock wall and pulled out a reluctant smile on his face, without doing any other superfluous actions.

Chen Hao felt that this man was quite wise.

Qingyan didn't hide anything this time, and the young warrior clearly recognized her.

It is wisest not to draw a sword or resist.

"Are you that Chen Ruoyan? Elder Chen?"

The young warrior raised his head and looked at the light face very boldly, as if he were appreciating a beautiful work of art.

Seeing this, Chen Hao felt that he should withdraw his evaluation of the young man's "wisdom" and look at his face so recklessly. His boy's IQ is definitely negative!

"What?" Light face frowned.

"Nothing? Just curious! I've heard a lot about you and seen your portrait. Unexpectedly, I saw a real person today!" The young warrior waved his hand and said with some resentment, "I must say a fair word. Painters in the southern region are all garbage, what garbage!"

"I don't like your eyes!"

With a wave of his hand, the red blood soft sword sent out a sword hum in the air.

"Sure enough, it's true that it's said that you have a bad temper, but most beautiful women have bad tempers!"

The young warrior stretched out his hand again and reluctantly sat up. His hand fumbled, spared the long sword, and touched a jar that half fell to the ground

He held the wine jar in his arms and began to gulp. Chen Hao looked at his Adam's apple and bobbed it up and down his throat.

The spilled liquor flowed in a string, along the corner of his mouth, to his somewhat blackened neck, and finally into his collar

Qingyan stood quietly with a sword in his hand, without taking any action.

"Ah!" The young warrior groaned with satisfaction, put the wine jar aside, looked at Qingyan and said, "thank you."

"Ready?"

"OK!" The young warrior nodded, with hatred and pain in his eyes, and all kinds of emotions that even Chen Hao could not see through. He stared at Qingyan and said sincerely, "I heard that only if the other party's sword is fast and accurate, he will not feel any pain. It's my honor to die under the sword of master Chen!"

With that, he slowly closed his eyes.

Qingyan silently glanced at him, put away the red blood sword, and walked out of the cave.

She can see it, and Chen Hao can also see it.

The other party really wants to die!

If Qingyan is in a good mood, he may also fulfill the wishes of the other party.

Unfortunately, the mood of light face is not like the current sunshine... Bright!

After killing him, Qingyan always felt that he was helping each other.

Help each other die?

ha-ha?

Qingyan has no interest in this kind of thing.

It's been so painful, isn't it?

When she came out of the cave, the light of the sun was dazzling. She stretched out her hand to block the strong light.

Behind her came the footsteps of the man just now.

"Wait, Chen Ruoyan, why don't you kill me?"

Qingyan pretended not to hear it, jumped up into the air.

"Are you going to the Yin corpse sect? Are you stupid? If you go, you will die!"

Qingyan said without looking back, "if you really want to die, you can end it yourself!"

"Can I say that I can't make up my mind? It's not easy for me to summon up courage when I see you today!"

"Waste!"

Being scolded by Qingyan, what else did the young martial artist want to say, but he found that "Chen Ruoyan" had completely disappeared!

He shut his mouth and felt it full of bitterness.

He returned to the cave and sat in his original position. Half a day later, he slowly began to eat good things.

Looking at the long sword with a rusty handle, I hesitated for a moment, and finally took it in my hand.

As a martial artist, I'm not used to not taking my weapons.

He looked at the direction of the other party's disappearance, hesitated, and finally summoned up the courage to catch up.

He also wants to go to the Yin corpse sect.

On October 29, the weather was a little cooler.

In Yinshan city under the Yin corpse sect, many martial artists from Liangping state, West Qin State and East Qin State gathered.

Most of these warriors are representatives of liangpingguo aristocratic family and clan invited by the Yin corpse sect, and half of these people are from the pro Yin corpse sect in Liangping.

Among the remaining half of the aristocratic families and clan representatives, some were originally neutral forces, and some were originally Pro Liang Pingguo royal families, which were not so conspicuous.

When the royal family of Liang Pingguo disappeared and there was no state power to enter for the time being, they had to consider carefully whether to give face to the Yin corpse sect in the face of the invitation of the Yin corpse sect.

After receiving the invitation, you may come back after you go, and even go further with the Yin corpse sect to reach a certain settlement, but if you don't go, you will definitely be missed by the Yin corpse sect!

In short, although they joined the crusade against the Yin corpse sect led by Liang Pingguo, this alliance has never been made public, and they have not really fought head-on with the Yin corpse sect and torn their skins.

Therefore, those forces that were originally neutral or pro Liang Pingguo royal family, and were not very firm, still sent representatives after serious consideration.

Of course, these so-called representatives of forces are often the ones who are not very popular among the forces.

It's not a pity if you can't come back even if you go to the Yin corpse sect.

There are also some martial artists who come to join the fun, but there are not many such martial artists. After all, the reputation of Yin corpse sect nearby is not good.

Since Qingyan came to Yinshan City, he temporarily changed his appearance and dressed in men's clothes.

She doesn't want to cause trouble, nor does she want the Yin corpse sect to fight in advance.

Sitting on the second floor of the restaurant, she found a position by the window and silently watched the bustling scene on the street.

She carefully observed the vendors, looked at the people with children, looked at the ordinary people shopping, and was a little absorbed.

However, she was soon noticed by a young martial artist on the street, who wanted to die under her sword ten days ago.

He is still as decadent as ever.

In fact, he is not bad looking. He looks quite handsome and young, but his face is haggard, his hair is messy, and his martial arts clothes are a little dirty.

Qingyan even noticed that the oil stain on the right hem of his clothes seemed to have been there ten days ago

With the long sword at his waist and a small wine jar in his hand, he wandered aimlessly in the street, as if looking for something.

When Qingyan stared at him, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qingyan.

Qingyan didn't care much, turned his head and looked at other places.

After a while, Qingyan heard some vain footsteps. The young warrior went to the restaurant, and then put his eyes on Qingyan, and then he went straight to Qingyan.

This made Qingyan frown. She regretted that she didn't kill him directly last time!