Chapter 193: The Mysterious Man.

Xiao Sheng gently floated around the big square, which made Xiao Yao feel wrong. What was that he couldn't find the source of the sound. Looking in any direction, it seemed to come from that direction. There is something wrong with this.

Everyone also looked up in confusion.

In the corner of the square, Murong Fan's second disciple, a young man known as the 'Crazy Sword', frowned.

Several cold breaths suddenly revealed, and Xiao Yao's face suddenly changed!

This is the legendary murderous atmosphere!

The source of murder is actually behind the purple ink! But Zi Mo suddenly didn't realize it at this time!

"Be careful!" While Xiao Yao spoke, he also moved! He didn't have time to use any skills! It's just that he instinctively grabbed Zi Mo's clenched waist and flashed behind Zi Mo. In Zi Mo's exclamation, he took Zi Mo's feet away from the ground. Although it was fast, it was also a step late.

It hurts! Xiao Yao felt that his waist was stabbed in by a sharp object, the moment he turned around with purple ink! He is injured! And this should have been stabbed into Zimo's body.

It was late. At that time, Xiao Yao met the red eyes of dozens of people. This was the bloodthirsty and terrible eyes that Xiao Yao had never seen!

Xiao Yao's feet kicked out one after another, and the cold light flashed and kicked one of them away. After landing, he hurriedly said to Zi Mo, "Take care of yourself!"

Regardless of his injury, regardless of Zi Mo's undetermined look, he rushed up and kicked several whirlwinds, kicking two of them back a few steps.

"Oh, my God, help!" Turning around and seeing the bloodthirsty killer clearly, Yin Shaoqi hugged his head and roared, retreated quickly, and got into the crowd, nowhere to be found.

These unintended young people have not gone through such a battle, and they are basically dizzy when they see human blood.

The scene was in chaos! The sound of calls, panic, and trampled scolds are endless.

The crowd took Xiao Yao as the center and dispersed everywhere.

After Xiao Yao kicked them back, he frowned, not knowing whether it was the pain of the injury or something else.

Xiao Yao looked at the people running towards him, with more than 30 people with blood pupils, all holding long swords, sweating slightly on their foreheads, gritting their teeth and making a decision. In fact, these were just the blinks.

The left hand covered the injured waist and the handle of Hei Lin's sword. The sword body was shining, and Xiao Yao's dark disguise was launched. A breakthrough and wiped the two people's necks. In the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Yao's blacklin held back and suddenly turned into a virtual shadow. When he turned back, two bodies had fallen on the ground!

"Who is the evil! How dare you be wild in the Sword Sect!" The sword roared and flipped a few fights in the air, which had already appeared in the fighting field.

Can he not be angry! He was assigned by the master to maintain this registration office. At the beginning, he was secretly happy and felt that he was much easier than the task of other brothers. Because there had been no big happen in the previous registration office. At most, it was just some unruly and eye-opening scattered practice to make trouble. Of course, it was not the first time that Yu Jianzong held this. The competition is over.

Because of this, some brothers are envious, but they never thought that there would be a problem in the place under their jurisdiction!

"He was injured. In order to save me, he was injured!" Zi Mo covered his drunk in disbelief and looked at Xiao Yao's waist, where the red blood was still flowing.

Looking at the more than 30 people, they scolded, and the purple ink willow eyebrows turned upside down, but they were angry. The green light flashed like a trick, and there was an extra three-foot green front in his palm and rushed up.

People around are a little bold and have not left. Such people are either confident in their own strength or stunned. In people's eyes, the latter is still the most.

The mad sword is worthy of the name of the mad sword. This man is 28 years old. In the middle of the spiritual soldier, he has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and an unknown number of catties of heavy sword. In his hand, he is as light as he is, and he keeps chopping in the crowd. It weighs at least 180 catties, because the person who injured his hand was either broken his arm or his leg was broken.

Xiao Yao is also unambiguous. He has been killed by ten people, but Xiao Yao feels strange that these 30 people are obviously controlled by special secret methods. Their cultivation is not very high, and the highest ones are only about eight times in the magic pool. Moreover, the mind of the controlled person will only carry out the tasks originally indoctrinated, basically like a dead man. Unless he dies, he will not stop!

"The mission failed and was found! This damn boy!" **'S mysterious woman suddenly opened her eyes, and her voice suddenly stopped. Because of the bucket, I couldn't see her expression, but judging from the sound of her gritting teeth, she was very angry. This mission would have looked unconsciously, but when anyone wanted to win, Cheng Yaojin came out.

"Hmm!" The mysterious woman snorted coldly, and her hands beat quickly with Xiao to blow a simple note.

With the sound, the remaining more than ten living people's bodies were shaken, their eyes were like copper bells, and their expressions were painful. Then blood flowed out of their faces and fell down forever. Kill people! The means are really fierce!

At the moment when the sound sounded, Xiao Yao no longer cares about his opponent, but quickly flashed aside. With one hand, Hei Lin quickly shot in the window, which was his full blow! He is very confident in his judgment! And he didn't judge wrong!

"Ah!" With a shock, he seemed to be scared by the sudden shooting of Hei Lin. The room was not big, but the mysterious woman in black was also extremely good.

Hei Lin came so suddenly and panicked that he was still shot in the shoulder by Hei Lin, and the Mo Hailan jade flute was also 'pa!' It fell down, but she wanted to pick it up, but she didn't have time to pick it up. She saw the Hei Lin trembling and wanted to pull it out by herself! Seeing this situation, the woman stamped her feet angrily, thinking that a master had arrived, directly opened the door of the room, covered her shoulder and escaped.

Xiao Yao jumped into mid-air, and the dark camouflage launched and turned into a dark shadow flashing. He had reached the window and kicked open the window and jumped in.

The first thing I found was that the one fell to the ground and emitted light blue jade from time to time.

Xiao Yao picked it up, but did not look at it. Instead, he looked at the small house carefully. Xiao Yao, with sharp eyes, was soon attracted by a thing.

The jade pendant is small and flexible, green, moist like curd fat, and an ice-blue phoenix is carved on it, flying like a living one.

"The best spiritual weapon, good thing." Xiao Yao praised. As soon as Yupi touched his hand, he felt that his whole body was much more active and happy.

He put the jade match in his arms, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable and dizzy. He said to himself, "What's going on?" Then his eyes darkened and he fainted.

At this time, the crazy sword also chased in, and now he is still a little afraid. If something happens to the little princess in the square, he will not escape the blame even if he dies.

If the young man hadn't come forward to save him, he wouldn't have dared think about it any more, but he admired Xiao Yao. At a young age, even he might not have been able to win, especially Xiao Yao's sword-controlled swordsmanship, which was quite shocking in the eyes of a large group of far or near audiences. Li, such a genius, er, is he a disciple of a great master? Thinking that the face of the crazy sword became ugly again, I was thinking about it, but I saw Xiao Yao fall to the ground with one head. I can't help but say, "Mr. Son! What's wrong with you!"

Jianzong's hospitality hall.

"Haha, as a leading sect of Purple Spirit Star, the rewards of the top ten of the martial arts should not be too shabby. After all, rich rewards can attract more young and handsome interests." The middle-aged man in a light blue Confucian robe said to the crowd with a smile.

This man is an elder of Danzong, named Wu Xing. Although his words are a little frivolous, no one in the field dares to despise him. Although he seems to be a middle-aged man, he has a younger generation and age than here.

Of course, there is a reason why Wu Xing asked this question, because in the last selection competition held by Danzong, a little guy who won the tenth in Jianzong's words almost made Danzong lose face.

The little guy in Wu Xing's mouth, known as Jianlang and Murong's direct bloodline, is now a disciple of the elder of Jianzong. He is extraordinary in talent and his personality is also wild and unruly.

After the top ten rankings of the Danzong Ziling Trial Competition, this guy directly threw the inferior spiritual weapon flying sword that rewarded him to the ground in front of the spiritual practitioners of the whole snow cold continent, stepped on it fiercely, and then spit on it. I left a sentence, "I didn't expect it to be so bad! What rubbish!" After that, without announcing the end, he was stunned by the crowd and went away alone. This incident also caused a big disturbance at that time.

"That's natural. Please rest assured that it's no worse than Danzong last time." Murong Fan knocked on the blue wooden table with his right hand and smiled confidently.

At this time, Murong Fan's eldest disciple Huijian walked in quickly with a solemn face and did not have time to greet the elders sitting there. He paid directly to Murong Fan's ear and whispered.

The more Murong Fan listened, the more serious it became, and his face changed little by little. After saying that, Huijian retreated to the side, bang! Murong Fan's face turned red, slapped the table violently, stood up suddenly, and said angrily, "How can this be true!"

Everyone was shocked, and it must be a big deal to make the lord of the sect so angry.

"This is all for the meeting! Elder Wu Xing, Zixiao Fairy, please come with me. I would like to ask for your help. The rest of you are at your own. Murong Fan took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his emotions.

Zixiao was puzzled and didn't say anything. Wu Xing had no objection. The three then got up and hurried away with Murong Fan. Of course, Tie Geda is also one of them. As long as he has a little time, he will rub around Zixiao, for example, when eating, and for example... Er.. It's free when you take a break.

After several people left, the hall became chaotic and there was a lot of discussion.