Chapter 142 The storm calms down

The noisy bar always breeds the root of things. No one stands up and acts as a thankless old man. He just looks at everything that happens in the bar calmly. In this chaotic place, being wise and protect himself is the top priority. Murong Jue, who was about to be taken out by He Changfeng, wanted to run. Unexpectedly, he had just taken a step and was in front of him. He Changfeng had already blocked the route where Murong Jue wanted to escape, sneered. Murong Jue, who is nosy, now has to wait for the tragedy.

"It's too late to leave now."

He Changfeng sighed and grabbed Murong Jue's collar. Unexpectedly, a thin figure suddenly came in from the bar door and cut off the sleeves of He Changfeng in his hand with an unknown sharp weapon. Murong Jue was grabbed by the mysterious man who just rushed in. At the moment when the thin figure entered the bar, Ye He The picture is moved. Ximen Xiongkui did not intend to be involved in this incident, which was of no benefit to him. So stand aside and watch the changes.

Put Murong Jue, who was panicked, and the thin figure faced the silent sneak attack of Ye Hetu and chopped his right foot. There was an obvious shallow pedal on the floor of the bar. You know, the floor of the bar is made of century-old agarwood. Song Zijian has made a lot of effort in the decoration of the bar, which can be done from the floor. I can see it. At this moment, the mysterious man who came in was stamped down a little deep, which shows how powerful this foot is.

One move.

There is only one move in front of him. After leaning close to him, Ye Hetu stood firm and looked curiously at the thin man who was defeated by him. It was an old man. The old man of this age should be old-eyed and old-fashioned, but the old man in front of him had falcon-like eyes. His whole body was capable and his hands and feet were flexible. If it hadn't been for the gray hair, no one would believe that he was an old man.

"Young man, I want to praise even the old man for your skills, but have you made up your mind to go against us today?"

The old man muttered and could see that he had some scruples about Ye Hetu, otherwise his tone would not be so reluctant. He failed to subdue Ye Hetu in one move, which greatly surprised him. It seemed that there was something strange about this cynical young man.

"No matter how bold I am, I dare not fight against the famous Murong family, old man, do you think it?"

Ye Hetu smiled and surprised the old man secretly. He thought that Ye Hetu was just a wild man in a folk mountain village. He practiced alone and would not know the Murong family he was in. Unexpectedly, the other party had already known Murong Jue's identity.

"Which sect are you a disciple of? At a young age, you can have the strength of the dragon list. It is Kunlun. Or the Xuanyuan family?"

The old man said thoughtfully that neither Kunlun nor Xuanyuan could afford to provoke the Murong family. If Ye Hetu's answer belonged to one of them, then he immediately apologized for Murong Jue.

The two leading factions of the Kunlun and Xuanyuan families are still very heavy.

"Old man, which sect of disciple am I have nothing to do with you? Make it clear today. This boy makes me unhappy. What do you think I should do?"

Ye Hetu said impatiently, why is this old man so talkative?

"Young man, what are you going to do?"

The old man's face changed, and it was the first time he met a young man who dared to provoke him like this.

"Don't stand in my way."

Ye Hetu went directly to Murong Jue. The old man's figure was on one side and stood in front of Ye Hetu. He didn't believe that Ye Hetu really dared to throw Murong Jue out. Ye Hetu pushed it. When his hand touched the old man, he changed his posture and drew another natural arc, which was the Yang family 30 years ago. Orthodox Tai Chi.

The old man sneered, it was just Tai Chi.

His hands were so dodged to touch the Taiji arc pushed by Ye Hetu. The two hands were connected together, and they did not feel strange at first. However, when the palm of Ye Hetu touched the palm of the old man's hand, a strong way burst out, containing multiple dark energy. At this moment, all of them were leaked out, and the old man who was not prepared in advance. However, he did not expect that Ye Hetu would have this trick. When he noticed it, it was too late, and the whole thin figure flew out backwards.

"You old man, don't blame me if you don't listen to the advice."

He shrugged his shoulders, and Ye Hetu said, saying something first. It's still measured. In his opinion, it's normal for the old man with the strength of the dragon list not to be on the list. If he calculates with the people on the list, he will undoubtedly be defeated by others. He can't even understand people's words, and what else can he rank?

He walked to Murong Jue and picked up Murong Jue. Ye Hetu did not throw it out to the door, but threw it out in front of the window. Murong Jue wanted to resist desperately, but after he was caught by Ye Hetu, he seemed to have lost strength all over his body and could not be able to resist at all.

The scene of violence in front of him was seen by everyone, and no one dared to refute it, afraid that he would become the next Murong Jue. After cleaning up the people brought by Murong Jue after he appeared, Ye Hetu turned his head and smiled, "Now it's your turn."

Then Ximen Xiongkui tore off half of his sleeve, revealing his strong arm with a long scar on it.

"Do you want to show me your strength?"

"This is what you left for me."

Ximen Xiongkui said that this hand may no longer be able to hold the sword in the future. What Ye Hetu brought to him, one day, he must repay it twice.

Ye Hetu took a look and did not behave strangely. He asked carelessly, "Do you want to win my sympathy?"

The children of the Ximen family have the impulse to spit blood. They are forced to survive and die by Ye Hetu's words and ideas. If everyone talked to him like Ye Hetu, I'm afraid they would have vomited blood and died.

"Today, I want to challenge you again!"

Ximen Xiongkui said decisively, his tone was resolute, and he should be ready to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, Ye Hetu rejected Ximen Xiongkui's idea.

"No, you're too weak. I'm not interested in fighting with you."

Ye Hetu shook his head, left the place where he had stood, and walked to the place where Lin Yi and others were sitting. Lin Yijiu pointed out that when he saw the master coming, he quickly stood up, lowered his respectful head, and said respectfully, "Master."

Ye Hetu sat down careless and said to Shen Suchi in the corner, "Go and get me a few bottles of wine."

Then he turned to Ximen Xiongkui and said, "Are you interested in drinking two bottles with me?"

Ximen Xiongkui came over, sat next to Ye Hetu, and said, "After drinking, I will still remember the previous things."

The kindness and resentment are clear, and I don't know how many years it will be entangled.

"I can give you a chance."

Ye Hetu didn't care. He didn't pay attention to Ximen Xiongkui's words, even if he was given a hundred opportunities.

Even if Ximen Xiongkui dies in front of him in the future, he will only stand beside him coldly. Ximen Xiongkui and he will never be friends. Because they have the same indifferent temperament and are born to adhere to the emperor's domineering spirit. This kind of person can't become friends. The same is true for their descendants.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snoo?

(Ps: The third update, I can't. Go to bed quickly.)