Chapter 3 Cut an arm angrily (~)

"I don't know how many drivers are here, but they are far away. Disrespectful and disrespectful, I, Bi Kun, am here to sue you. More than ten steps away, Bi Kun arched his hand and said with a smile on his face.

Ling Yu has always had a good impression of this rigorous curator, but he must not show any abnormality in today's situation. After all, he came to plead guilty, and the two stood on the opposite side from the beginning.

Ling Yu took two steps forward and did not return the gift. He said directly, "Master Bi, we don't say anything secretly. I'm here to ask you for someone this time." The voice is plain with a trace of coldness deep into the bone marrow, coupled with the autumn weather, it can't help but feel creepy.

"People..." Bi Kun was slightly hesitant.

At this time, Qiao Zhiyong, who was beside him, finally couldn't help but feel the fear in his heart. He stepped forward and pointed to Ling Yu and said to Bi Kun, "Master, this boy is Song Xin's apprentice. He ran for two months. I don't know what's going on this time. He came back with nine places. He is not kind!"

"That's right!"

What Qiao Zhiyong said before was clearly heard from the cultivation of everyone present. Ling Yu came so blatantly that she didn't want to hide anything.

In the face of Qiao Zhiyong's villain's first complaint, Ling Yu raised her right hand, because her right hand full of age with a sword shook and pointed to Qiao Zhiyong and shouted, "I'm not good! When you robbed my grandfather two months ago, you should have thought that sooner or later I would come to you!"

"What! To you..." The owner of the museum was shocked when he heard what Ling Yu said, and he finally understood why Shihua faced such a crisis today. Hurting relatives is the most despised behavior of practitioners.

Qiao Zhiyong felt the distrustful gaze of the museum owner, and was suffocated by Ling Yu's strong tone, and he almost fainted in one breath. Usually, as a strong man with a half-step level of director, no student dares to talk to him like this. Thinking that his eldest brother's only son died in the hands of the young man opposite, he could no longer calm down.

I only saw him suddenly rise up, roared, his eyes were dazed, and his face was black and terrible, and he ran to Ling Yu as soon as his feet moved. The ring in his hand also changed in an instant. As soon as his wrist shook, it turned into a long eyebrow stick and hit Ling Yu with a head blow.

However, even if he is crazy at this moment, he has also left some strength. Qiao Zhiyong thought that Ling Yu was only relying on a few strong men behind him. As long as he captured the people behind him, he would naturally be more afraid and would not take action at will. As soon as the police come, everything will be over, and no one will choose to believe in a fugitive.

The serial calculation flashed through Qiao Zhiyong's heart, and the real ginger was still old and spicy. If Ling Yu had not been washed away under the role of the prayer family, if it hadn't been for Ling Yu, she would have become a half-step...

However, there are not so many assumptions in this world, but only bloody reality!

Ling Yu was not afraid at all in the face of a roaring stick. Her thumb bounced, and the long sword came out of its sheath with a dragon. It was firmly held by her right hand and blocked the top of her head with a backhand sword.

"Dang!!!"

The sound of metal connection shocked the slightly weaker people nearby to fall to the ground, and the invisible fluctuations permeated, causing the huge wind pressure that people could not open their eyes.

"How can it be!"

Qiao Zhiyong felt that the sword in front of him was like an unbreakable wall, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not make it move at all. Ling Yu saw that the other party had lost his mind for a moment. She was willing to let go of such an opportunity. As soon as she turned her wrist, she hid the sword behind her arm and flashed to Qiao Zhiyong's right side.

When Qiao Zhiyong came to his senses too late, the martial artist's move was the most ferocious, and often he could end everything with a moment of loss of mind. Ling Yu faced the defenseless Qiao Zhiyong, pulled his shoulder with his left hand and waved his sword at the same time!

The broken arm covered the hot sun, and the bloodlight in the sky fascinated Ling Yu's eyes. In an instant, he felt endless pleasure. The sword blade suddenly turned and cut off Qiao Zhiyong's neck without stopping.

"Kill him!"

There is only such a sentence left in Ling Yu's mind, and the scarlet left eye has opened a little without Ling Yu's control. Although Bi Kun and others saw that Qiao Zhiyong was going to die in Ling Yu's hands, the nine sharp eyes behind locked him, and he dared to act rashly. As for the nine strong people behind Ling Yu, they are not aware of the feud between Ling Yu and Qiao Zhiyong. Their responsibility is to protect Ling Yu from injury. Now that Ling Yu has the upper hand, they will naturally not take action.

"Ling Yu!!!"

Xiuxiu looked at the long sword in Ling Yu's hand and was about to take a person's life and shouted loudly.

The voice of despair resounded in this empty square, which seemed to indicate a girl's death.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the tearful girl, but ignored Ling Yu and the two at the time of life and death. At that moment, Ling Yu's hand holding the sword shook gently and scratched Qiao Zhiyong's neck. Qiao Zhiyong, who thought my life was over, saw such a change and didn't care about his face. A donkey rolled out of Ling Yu's attack range, and the madman generally fled back behind Bi Kun.

Ling Yu held a long sword in one hand and turned her head to look at Xiuxiu, who was crying like a rain pear flower. In silence, the two stared at each other's eyes and saw each other's helplessness and worry. Ling Yu Chong Xiuxiu nodded and signaled that she had nothing to do.

"I can write off what Qiao Zhiyong did before, but only if I know where my grandfather is." Holding a sword flower, he drilled back into the sheath like a dragon in the sea. Looking at Qiao Zhiyong's resentful eyes, Ling Yufu added coldly: "If the information you told me is false, I will come back then. At that time, it was not me who did it.

In the face of Ling Yu**'s naked threat, Bi Kun pondered for a long time, turned his head and whispered at Qiao Zhiyong, "I don't care what you did before. I asked you, where is his family now?"

Bi Kun has been the curator for nearly 30 years and has accumulated prestige in Qiao Zhiyong's heart for a long time. In such a situation where his life is in the hands of others, he can't help lying.

"The old man was rescued by Song Xin as early as half a month ago!"

"Teacher?!" Ling Yu couldn't help shouting out.

"Are you sure! Didn't you see the wrong person?" Bi Kun was afraid of making mistakes and hurriedly asked.

Qiao Zhiyong nodded and said, "Yes, I found him that night and had a hand in touch with him. His kind of warrior who uses fire ability can have others except him. And he left six words before he left--

"Leftyou men, Qihai Yu!"

Ling Yu's body suddenly shocked when she heard these six words, and she couldn't help thinking about it--

“... So that's it! If that's the case, does the teacher know that I will come back?

Bi Kun pondered for a moment and said to Ling Yu, "For this reason, I think you have also understood it. Your family has been taken away by your teacher and should be safe now. Can this matter be stopped?"

Ling Yu did not say anything, but glanced at the people in front of him and looked far southwest.

"Teacher, grandpa, is that right there?"

He suddenly turned around and took Xiuxiu's hand. Luo Tianhen opened the door of the aircraft for them at the right time. After the two entered, the door closed in an instant. Other strong men who came together also left one after another, leaving the Chinese people in the empty square in a blink of an eye.

Bi Kun stared at Qiao Zhiyong fiercely and whispered, "Humph! Let's talk about your problem when it's over! Let's go!"