157, do a business

The restaurant that Yuguhong went to is naturally a first-class restaurant in the city. There are people with status in and out, and their behavior naturally pays attention to style and etiquette.

With that set of tedious etiquette, Han Jing is willing and can be as elegant as any famous lady, but she has always been frank and suddenly exclaimed when she walked to the stairs leading to the second floor: "Ouch!" It aroused countless contemptuous eyes. After seeing Leng Wumu and Yu Guhong accompanying her, the lobby on the first floor was strangely silent.

"What's wrong?" He asked coldly and gently. Inadvertently, some kind of brilliance appeared in his eyes deeper than the starry sky. Even the woman next to him was pulled by it, which made people unable to grasp but want to peep and be intoxicated.

Yuguhong joked and said, "I guess he should have stepped on half of the leftover live bugs." Today, he wore a stone cyan robe, which set off the already fair skin color, which made the women want to scream. Perhaps he noticed that the women looked at him and raised his chin high, and the teasing meaning of the watery apricot eyes was even more frivolous. If you look at it carefully, you will feel that his eyes are as brilliant as the stars.

Under the background of these two men, Han Jing, who was relatively petite and wearing a mask, was really not very eye-catching, but the two beautiful men ignored everything else and only stared at him, which suddenly made some people feel unbalanced.

Han Jing stuffed Cheng'er into Leng Wuhen's arms and said, "I'm going to find A Yun. You eat first and I'll be back in a minute." After saying that, he ran out.

A woman who recognized two beautiful men came over. The beautiful woman in white on the left smiled delicately, while another beautiful man in red like a pomegranate said sourly: "Brother Leng Shi, Brother Yu Shi, it's like you haven't seen us all. Who is that country bus?"

Han Jing ran out of the door and shouted without looking back: "This woman really owes a beat. Brother Yu, help me teach him a lesson. I won't call you a dead fox anymore."

Yu Guhong shouted depressedly, "Didn't you say you would call me Brother Yu in the future!"

Han Jing was about to answer when the ice sword suddenly warned. She quickly flashed to the side, and a blood light flew past her neck. When he turned around, he took the thunder gun from the storage ring and stabbed it like lightning in the direction of the blood light.

As soon as the hidden killer fell into the air, another blood light came out, and the flashing thunder gun was split in half. The flashing thunder gun was like an ice-carved snake, silently sliding only two minutes away from the killer's throat.

The cold sword spirit forced the killer with extremely good hiding skills to show his true form. He is not tall and half a head shorter than Han Jing. His expression is dull. He doesn't know whether he wears a mask or his nature is like this. He holds a sword as dark as ink in his hand, as if he can squeeze ink out of it at any time. Overall, it gives people a very strange feeling.

Forced to come out of its original form, the killer did not intend to be captured, and the sword light surged out. The blood-red sword light gushed out of the dark sword, which made people suspect that they were dreaming even in broad daylight.

"The blood knife and ink mackerel actually came out of the mountain."

The cold and traceless sound of holding Cheng'er's hand came, and the voice fell to Han Jing's side before she fell.

"Brother Leng, search to see if he has a party. You have to catch him all, and don't let one go!" Han Jing said with hatred. If anyone is attacked one after another, and they are so hungry, they will be as angry as her.

The sword spirit of the ice soul sword formed a very thin shield to protect herself. Han Jing raised a gun and stabbed it, and the shadow of the gun containing the cold air of the ice soul sword dispersed, causing the air to suddenly fall into a dense white fog.

The blood light surged on the dark dagger of the blood knife and ink mackerel, and it was more red.

"All of them! What an arrogant young man!" The blood knife said with a gloomy smile, and the laughter was hard to hear like a night owl.

"The Xuanqi Temple is full of embroidered pillows, and they still want to dominate the world." A erratic sound sounded, suddenly fluttering, and I couldn't hear it.

Cold and traceless raised his hand and threw out a fiery red gourd-shaped mysterious weapon. The slender fingers made a series of gestures as quickly as pulling strings. The cloud-like pattern floated on the outer wall of the fire gourd, like white clouds holding the exquisite fiery red gourd. Six sparks flew out of the mouth of the gourd and exploded into a lotus-like flame, spinning rapidly in the shape of a six-pointed star, which was dazzling

"Huoyun Hu is the younger generation of the cold old monster. Hey hey, don't blame me for bullying the little."

The erratic sound sounded again, and a small tripod flew out of the sound. There seemed to be a beast roar from the wilderness and the sadness of mulberry sounded in the tripod, and the invisible sound waves drifted away like a tide.

Listening to the tone, Leng Wuqi understood that the man hidden in the dark was an old pair of his grandfather, and he was not polite, urging the fire cloud gourd to hit the small tripod. You deserve it!" He said coldly.

Thousands of flames flew in the mouth of the gourd, and the firelight flowed like a glow, reflecting the cloud-like pattern on the surface of the gourd as red as March peach blossoms. Dragging the beautiful glow, the fire cloud gourd accurately hit the small tripod. It seemed that the two mysterious weapons of not low level hit with only a soft sound like broken ice, which was unexpected.

The roar of the beast in the tripod turned higher and higher, and there was actually the voice of the old ghost Lu, which made people feel like hitting a ghost in broad daylight.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost. Old Lu quickly caught someone and dodged. Don't wait for the old people of Xuanqi Temple to come." The blood knife and ink mackerel said while transporting the sword to attack Han Jing. He looked at Han Jing like a fierce beast staring at the prey with a bloodthirsty evil spirit. The strange dagger swallowed the bloody sword light.

calmly "chasing the wind and electricity" and fighting with the blood knife ink mackerel, and Han Jing's eyes were calm with extreme cold. Now her anger has peaked, and the momentum around her is getting colder and colder.

"Why are young people so fierce now?" The blood knife and silver carp became more and more frightened. Han Jing's reaction was so fast that she didn't look like a little guy who hadn't seen many days. She was simply more experienced in fighting than him, an old man.

Compared with the shock of the blood knife and ink mackerel, Han Jing is calmer without distractions. There is a special fishy smell on the mocha, which is the kind of salty smell brought by the sea breeze from the depths of the ocean. When the ice soul sword warned, she smelled the fishy smell. Now it must have come from the blood knife ink mackerel, which is enough for her to feel where he is with her eyes closed.

I never dreamed that Han Jing would find his weakness so soon. The blood knife and ink mackerel only saw that after the first hard encounter, even people flew up with guns and fought with him with her flexible body. The blood knife he was proud of became colder and colder, and gradually a thin layer of ice covered the surface of the blood knife.

The thin ice on the surface of the blood knife melted, and the blood knife ink shouted, "Will Yu Youmin's apprentice only hide?"

From this sentence, Han Jing keenly caught some important information. For example, the blood knife and ink mackerel is likely to just grab herself temporarily, and for example, the blood knife ink mackerel is eager to leave and has no time to fight with him.

"Do you want to arrest me and threaten my master? You still think you don't have enough skills! Why don't we do a business? How about you send me this knife and I'll send you out of the city? When Han Jing spoke, she ran the thunder gun and hit the short sword of the blood knife ink mackerel. At this time, she suddenly thought of Leng Wuhen calling this guy "blood knife ink mackerel", but he had been using the sword, which means that he still had a more powerful blood knife that did not take action, or his blood knife had been destroyed.

It sounds like an old monster of the same generation as the cold and traceless grandfather. What a tragic battle has been experienced when the famous Xuanbing was destroyed? Didn't the master take action before because of another change, instead of sitting around and ignoring himself and his master being attacked? Could it be that she misunderstood her master?

My heart turned, and there was a small gap in the dance of the thunder gun in my hand. The blood knife and ink mackerel's rich combat experience immediately caught this gap and stabbed with a sword.

The tip of the gun suddenly moved down to the tip of the sword, and the guns and swords splashed on Mars. Han Jing only felt that the tiger's mouth was broken and blood burst out. The thin ice shield caged on the surface of the body shook slightly.

This confrontation shows that the strength of the two is not a little different. Han Jing did not dare to fight hard again and flew out with the strength of the anti-shock with the tip of the gun as the support point.

The blood knife ink mackerel was more suspicious at this time, but said, "The timing is good, but the purple electric nine-qu gun is not used like this. Let me teach you how to use it."

"You play with your blood knife first. Really, the person who plays with the knife can't even protect the knife and teaches others. It's really a shame." Han Jing's body hardly stopped. When her body was about to fall, the gun flew away again.

Although it was easy to say, Han Jing was still breathless by the seemingly ubiquitous sword wind.

The blood knife and ink mackerel really made Han Jing very sarcastic at this time. The blood all over her body surged into her face, and the dull face actually had an angry expression. Looking for death!" He roared, and his dagger rushed away with the pressure that swept the world.

The thunder gun shadow and Han Jing's body protection ice cover were broken and flying together. Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce her chest, suddenly, a touch of ice light seemed to flash from the void and quietly stood on her chest. When the dagger hits the ice light, it can no longer advance, and it seems that the frozen surface is covered with thin ice.

"The blood knife is really destroyed, blood knife and silver mackerel. It seems that you are eager to capture the hostages and leave. Well, it should not be difficult to see if you can run and move out of the city, so there is a status higher than you, or particularly important, and then the man was seriously injured, and you are not sure to take him to break through.

"Ky, if you want to cheat me, you still think you are a little young."

"Are you more interesting than cheating an old rabbit that has become an elite? I'm just telling the truth. Alas, it's a pity that you are doomed to be unable to get out of trouble while you are alive. Han Jing said with a smile.