"Yes? But how do I feel that you are not so hard? " Ye Lingfeng took a deep puff of his cigarette, then threw out the butt of the cigarette, and looked at Zhu yingfengdao jokingly. There was a light chance of killing in his eyes.

Rose and Tang Yan, these women, can be said to be ye Lingfeng's scales. Zhu Yingfeng, a good immortal, was punished by him, but he still repeatedly violated his scales. It's just that the old man of longevity knocked arsenic and wanted to die by himself.

"How dare you say such a big thing when she is in charge? I don't know what to do I wish Yingfeng more than a sneer.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. Don't you want to try hard? Ma Liu's come up. I've been running all day. I'm really tired. I don't have time to talk to you. " Ye Lingfeng smile stretched a stretch, light way.

As the voice fell, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense and reached the situation of hair trigger. But no one found that at this moment, in a remote corner not far from the street, there was an old man nervously paying attention to the situation in the field.

"Since you don't know what to do, don't blame me for being rude!" With a sneer from his beard, he took out a wooden box from the car with his backhand. After opening it, he took out a long gun which had been broken from it. He twisted his hands and connected the gun. Then he swung his hand gently. Under the moonlight, the gun tip suddenly felt cold and released.

But in the face of moriran spear, ye Lingfeng as if nothing to see, still very calm stand in place.

Ho! After a slight rebuke in the mouth, the beard with a gun rushed towards Ye Lingfeng. The tip of the gun shakes out the flowers of the gun, and the cold light shoots everywhere. As he approaches Ye Lingfeng, he sneers: "now kneel down and hand over the things, I can spare your life."

"Dance a gun and stick in front of me. Since you want to die yourself, I'll send you on the road." The spear point whistling, ye Lingfeng finally moved, step through the clouds, body shape erratic, such as relegated immortals, light to the extreme.

Whoa! One inch long and one inch strong. What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what he is holding is a long gun that is.

But just as the shadow of the spear joined together and rolled towards Ye Lingfeng, he suddenly found that ye Lingfeng had a crystal clear sword in his hand for no reason. Then, the sword gently knocked the spear that he waved towards him.

Keng! The two just touched at first, and the wave of long guns suddenly stopped. After a crisp sound, the head of the gun fell heavily on the ground. A good long gun was cut into a stick.

The magic weapon of cold iron refining for thousands of years! See this scene, beard heart suddenly surprised, without any hesitation want to retreat.

Poof! Unfortunately, before he stepped out, he saw that ye Lingfeng's sword, which had just cut off his spear, suddenly came out of his hand. Then he danced a sword flower in the air and passed his right hand holding the spear. The sword was broken, and the flesh and blood were flying!

"Don't your bones look that hard?" Looking at this scene, ye Lingfeng calm road.

Bloody, I wish that the self-confidence on Yingfeng's face suddenly disappeared, completely replaced by panic, and his whole body could not help shaking. He did not understand how his backer became unreliable!

Sword! Looking at the long sword, which was still suspended in the air after cutting off his right arm and pointed straight at the center of his eyebrows, his beard, his pupils were constricted, his legs were kneeling on the ground, and he said in a trembling voice, "please forgive me, master

Just now he threatened to ask Ye Lingfeng to kneel down and hand over his things. The result was just a short time. His right arm was cut off, and he was willing to kneel on the ground. This kind of frustration was more painful than killing him.

But what he knew better was that he would never be able to find the place he had lost in his life. It's because ye Lingfeng used the means of imperial sword, which is only the ability of heaven level peak.

To provoke a heaven level peak without any reason is not to seek death. What is it? At the moment, his bowels are almost green with regret, and he would like to be crushed to death with a slap. I wish Yingfeng. If it wasn't for this son of a bitch, how could he encounter such a thing.

"Please forgive me, elder. No matter what you ask me to do, I have absolutely no second words." People can't help but bow their heads under the eaves. What's more, the eaves where they are now are still against the sky, and their beards are immediately soft. They are afraid that the flying sword suspended in front of them will cut off his right arm and cut off his head.

He no longer had the arrogance he had before, and only remained in a low voice. He said in a sad voice: "please, master, have pity on me..."

"Just now you were in the auction hall. You were so interested in that dagger that you should know its origin." Ye Lingfeng thought of the way he cared about daggers in the exhibition hall before, and wanted him to give an explanation.

That dagger can arouse the desire of reincarnation sword and star swallowing Jue, which shows that it is extraordinary. Although Ye Lingfeng wants to try it, he dare not do it easily before he knows what it is.

As he spoke, ye Lingfeng moved his mind slightly. The wooden box with the dagger flew from the storage ring to the palm of his hand. When the wooden box was lifted, the rusty dagger suddenly appeared. It was old and strange, and attractive.At the same moment when the dagger appeared, the reincarnation sword suspended in front of the beard was trembling slightly, as if it felt a strong attraction, and wanted to withdraw. But it had recognized that ye Lingfeng was the master, and ye Lingfeng was lifeless. It could not move rashly, so it could be regarded as keeping calm.

"I don't know what this dagger is..." Beard shook his head in embarrassment and said in a trembling voice.

Ye Ling hears that Yan suddenly burst into a rage and said, "I don't know anything. What's the use of living off a waste?"

Beard is a stay, and then the anger straight to the brain, there are signs of blood reflux. Although his cultivation is not too high, he is respected everywhere. When was he scolded?

However, no matter how angry he was, his life was firmly held in Ye Lingfeng's hand. Let alone the attack, even the atmosphere did not dare to say a word. He was just submissive, with an expression of defiance.

"Since you don't know what it is, why do you want to bid crazily for it Ye Lingfeng asked in a deep voice.

"I really don't know what this dagger is, but I once got a book about ancient practitioners by chance..." Beard explained quickly: "according to the description in that book, this dagger seems to belong to the weapons of ancient practitioners, so I am interested in it. But I didn't expect that the elder also needed it, because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai..."