"I'm sorry."

Ye Ziheng said with a faint voice, showing a trace of guilt on his face, but before long, the guilt disappeared.

"And then? Do you think you'll be able to repay all this if you're sorry? "

The man roared angrily, as if he wanted to burn ye Ziheng to the ground.

But ye Ziheng looked at him with a cold face, as if nothing had happened at all.

"The way I make it up, I won't kill you."

When the man heard this, he was shocked at first, but then his face was angry. Ye Ziheng could see that he was angry, but in addition, he saw his weakness.

In front of him is the enemy who kills his father, but he has no power to revenge.

Ye Ziheng didn't say anything. He walked right past him and walked out of the Breeze Inn.

After ye Ziheng left, the man ran to a table, raised his feet, kicked the food on the table to the ground, and then shouted hysterically. It seemed that only this cultivation could vent his anger.

But the people in the inn can hide as far as they can for fear of seeing him.

But as long as the United States, he fell to his knees with a "puff" and began to cry, covering his face with his hands.

I don't know how long after this, a middle-aged man in rags suddenly came in, looked at the man crying on the ground, and walked over.

"Hey boy, have you seen these two people?"

He wanted to raise his head and call the man to get away, but when he saw the two paintings in the man's hands, the whole man was in a daze.

There are two people in the painting, one male and one female. He hasn't seen or known the female, but the male is the guy who left here before. He killed his father!

"Boy, I asked you something. It's a squeak if you see it."

The man looked up at the guy who was talking to him. He was more than 2 meters tall, strong, with some messy hair and clothes. His face seemed to have been neglected for a long time, but even so, the essence in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Who are you?"

Asked the man.

And the middle-aged slovenly man in front of him smiled at this.

"Tut Tut, ask me who I am. It seems that you have met these two people."

The man said, stroked his long hair, smiled and replied.

"My name is Fang Hantian. I'm a killer."

"Killers, to kill them?"

Asked the man.

Fang Hantian nodded.

"Yes, now can you tell me where they are?"

But the man didn't answer Fang's question, but went on.

"Are you sure you can kill him?"

The man looked at Fang Hantian with a trace of undisguised anger in his eyes.

Fang seemed to understand something vaguely, smiled a little and nodded.

"Immortal wuchongtian, do you think I have the ability to kill him?"

When the man heard this, he was shocked, but then he nodded.

"Well, the man on the painting has gone to the east gate. It seems that he is looking for someone. I don't know about the others."

When Fang heard this, he immediately smiled.

Go to find someone. Ye Ziheng is on his own. That should be to find zihanyu. It seems that he has a chance to kill all of them this time.