Chapter 3162

"It's not just li Qing."

"At the same time as Li Qing, Yongzhou thunder devil was born."

"Even if I don't tell you about the fierce name of thunder devil, you must be like thunder."

"At the same time when Qingfeng secret place was born, two young immortal demons appeared. Is it just a coincidence?"

The audience couldn't help asking, "did the thunder devil also get the inheritance of the stone pillar?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "the Yongzhou underworld has wanted to explore the origin of thunder devil for many times, but they have gained little."

"But now there is a rumor that what Lei Mo cultivates is the nine day Lei Dian, one of the eight divine skills! And Lei Mo's master is the peerless martial god and Taoist star who broke into Daliang palace!"

The middle-aged man went on without waiting for everyone to recover from the shocking news.

"Not only that, in early March, Peng Zishi, the owner of Kaishan martial arts school in South County of Liuzhou, got a fragment of dragon seal from nowhere. On the stone pillar of Tongtian, he got the sky burning battle method, one of the eight divine skills. When he went down the mountain, he was attacked and killed by several powerful masked warriors. He was badly hurt and disappeared after killing to death. So far, there is no news."

"Later, in mid July, a mysterious man in black with unknown origin stole the stone pillar of heaven with some hidden method, and thus obtained a magical skill called death and death. If it were not for stimulating the inheritance, the stone pillar of heaven would react and show the name of inheritance, I'm afraid no one would notice. Then the man in black escaped from the secret territory with a strange body method, and a high-level martial king came out The hand intercepted and failed to leave it. "

"At the beginning of August, ye Wuhua, the eldest disciple of the Tibetan sword sect in Xuzhou, rushed to Qingfeng mountain with a fragment of a Heavenly Dragon Seal. However, when he passed by Huangzhou, he was besieged by the first thirteen evil spirits to seize the fragment. After a big war, ye Wuhua died. After the thirteen evil spirits captured the fragment, they killed each other, and only three people fled. In the fury of the Tibetan sword sect, many experts were sent to hunt down the fragment, and who owned the fragment There is no result yet. "

"August is low, Yangzhou Zhujia..."

As the middle-aged men went on talking one by one, the expressions of the people listening were also changing, but most of them were shocked.

At first, the old man was dissatisfied with the middle-aged man who robbed himself, but the more he listened, the more surprised he was and the more awed he showed to the middle-aged man.

Obviously, these news are not known to ordinary people or ordinary martial artists.

Finally, the middle-aged man paused, his eyes flashed, and said, "last month, Yuntian sacrifice, the leader of the little city of Yinzhou Guyun City, got a fragment of a dragon seal. On the way to Qingfeng mountain, he was stopped by a young emissary with black clothes and black marks. The young man's sword technique was fierce and fierce. The three swords pierced Yuntian sacrifice through his throat, took the Dragon Seal and ran away."

"If you count the time, the boy should almost go to Qinzhou City at this time."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man looked at a table in the corner of the hall on the second floor: "this little brother, are you right?"

Subconsciously, they saw behind the table a young man with a cold and gloomy look and a gloomy temperament. He looked only eighteen or nine years old and dressed in black.

On the boy's left face, there was a conspicuous square black mark, which seemed to be branded with something.

On the young man's table, there was a long sword with a black sheath.

How can people not recognize such a conspicuous feature?

Then someone exclaimed, "he is the one who killed the young city master of Guyun city and robbed the fragments of dragon seal from the sky!"

For a moment, everyone was in an uproar.

But the young man in black remained silent and didn't respond at all. He didn't seem to hear what everyone said.

The middle-aged man stood up at this time, pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and the smile on his face seemed to be killing.

"Boy, you killed yuntianji and robbed the fragments. They won't let you go. Look at the black mark on your face. It's the symbol of the sword slave of Guyun city. You should have been caught as a sword slave in the city after being destroyed by Guyun city? Guyun city likes to do this kind of thing. Thanks to your ability to escape, you can cultivate to today's level. But even if you have the strength of King Wu, you can be an expert in Guyun city The front is also vulnerable. It's better to give me the fragments. "

"Fragments are more important than a dead young city master. If you don't want to die, hand over the fragments. Then they won't send many people to chase you, but will run after the fragments. How about letting me help you share the attention of Guyun city? It's cost-effective?"

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Then they realized.

What the middle-aged man said before was aimed at the boy in black!

He came for the boy in black at the beginning. He was just trying to talk before.

Most of the people here are ordinary people, and a few martial arts people are not strong enough. Seeing that they seem to be about to start, they are flustered one by one. Someone has begun to slowly approach the stairs and want to escape.

The old man by the window also whispered annoyance: "it's broken. Why don't you see that it's not a good stubble? It's too late to run."

He sat by the window, the farthest from the stairs, just across the middle-aged man and the boy in black. He was blocked when he wanted to run. Naturally, he was in a panic.

But the young man in white sitting opposite him, from the beginning to the end, looked like a light wind and light clouds, with a light smile on his face, as if he didn't care.

The middle-aged man's palm has quietly held the handle of the knife at this time, and it seems that it will come out of the scabbard at any time.

At this time, the young man in white suddenly said, "you'd better not draw a knife."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and looked at the young man in white, but he saw the latter holding a wine glass and smiling. It seemed that that sentence was not said to him at all.

However, the young man in white had ordinary breath and no internal power fluctuation, so he soon snorted and turned his attention back to the young man in black. Seeing that the latter had no response, he said coldly: "it seems that you are toasting instead of drinking."

Then he grasped the handle of the knife and suddenly pulled it out.

For a moment, there seemed to be a bright sword flash in the hall on the second floor.

The sword light flashed away, and the boy in black still sat in place, as if he had never moved.

The middle-aged man stood still and stared wide.

"So fast!"

Two words just said, a blood line spread between his neck, and the next moment, blood gushed out.