sword array

Chapter 10 First Account!

The dog's eyes showed pride, but he snorted coldly, "It's almost the same."

Seeing this, the hanging heart finally relieved, quickly bowed to the dog, and then hurriedly cleaned up a few swords on the ground.

Unexpectedly, he was about to bend over and pick up his weapons, but he saw a steel knife suddenly stepped on by a pair of big feet. This foot stood out. The teenager was coldly unprepared, and even his white jade-like hand was put under the knife.

The clip endured the pain and looked up at the dog with a tight face: "Your excellency?"

"How can you say that you can leave as soon as you come? Leave these weapons to honor your uncle?" With that, the dog stared provocatively at the teenager on the ground and raised his hand to signal his men to put away the weapons on the ground.

"No, my lord, it took my father months to build these weapons. My father and son can rely on them to live. Can you do it, my lord?" Seeing that the other party rejected his weapon as his own, regardless of the pain in his hand, the clip hurriedly hugged a few weapons. His pitiful eyes and begging tone almost knelt down to the other party.

"Faceless? Fuck you!" The dog's face darkened and kicked the clip to the ground. "Get out of here quickly!" If you don't understand the rules, be careful, uncle, I'll kill you!"

A trace of hatred flashed on the face of the clip, but there was nothing he could do. He looked around and wanted everyone to come out to judge him, but he found that the eyes around him were coldly watching. Although there are several pitiful people who want to stand up and uphold justice, they dare not stand up because they are afraid of the power of the remaining few people.

The eyes were filled with water, and the white little face showed a desperate look. In such a noisy crowd, the clip felt unprecedented loneliness.

"No, you must not fight hard with them. If you don't have bows and arrows, you can't beat them. In case your identity is exposed..." The tightly clenched little fist slowly loosened, the young man stood up with tears in his eyes, sighed, and was ready to leave.

"This is the style of the Yan family to bully the weak?" Just as the clip turned around and was about to leave, a clear voice came from outside the crowd.

The dog was about to leave with two people. Hearing the words, he hurriedly turned around and looked for a voice: "Which desperate person dares to interfere in the affairs of my Yan family?"

"A henchman of the Yan family dares to call himself a person of the Yan family?" Before the words fell, Yan Song squeezed out of the crowd with a calm face.

These words came to the hearts of the onlookers, and those who were indignant began to laugh secretly, and those who watched coldly also pulled out a sarcastic arc on their mouths.

"It's him!" The clip couldn't say what the expression was, and he looked like he wanted to stop talking.

The dog squinted at Yan Song, and his puzzled expression suddenly became gloomy: "Who do I think I am? It turns out that you are a loser." With that, he rolled up his sleeves and came to Yan Song.

Although he is a villain, as the prospective heir of the Yan family, he also has a certain status in Ye Nancheng. How can he be affected by the waste in front of him? Besides, he has long been unpleasant to Yan Song. From the day he died four years ago, he wanted to teach the latter a hard lesson, for nothing else, just for psychological satisfaction.

"Group fight or monotony?" Yan Song asked calmly.

"Brawl? My Yan family will not bully you more or less, especially if you are an outsider or a waste!" The dog then narrowed his eyes and leaned over to Yan Song's ear and said provocatively, "Today, I will trample you under your feet in public!"

The clip gritted his teeth, got up and pulled Yan Song's arm and said, "Don't do your business. Dumb, go quickly. I don't want these weapons!"

Yan Song looked at the clip, pushed it behind him with a smile, and said to the dog, "First of all, if I win, let him take these three weapons away."

"Hmm, if you lose, get under my crotch!" The dog looked at Yan Song with a distorted expression.

Clip and Yan Song cooperated to hunt, and naturally knew his strength. In his impression, Yan Song has been relying on hard work. Although he knows some Xuanxiu, it is impossible to deal with Xuanxiu people with mysterious skills, so he said urgently, "We can't beat these people, let alone provoke them. Go quickly!"

Yan Song pushed him away again and whispered, "If they turn around together, you can take the opportunity to grab the weapons and escape." After saying that, without waiting for the clip to reply, he took a step forward and was ready to meet the enemy.

"At least I'm a three-tiered body, and I can't beat you!" The dog said and punched Yan Song.

For several months, Yan Song danced with the beasts. He was not afraid of those desperate beasts, not to mention the other party's ordinary punch, not to mention that he is now a level higher than the other party. Without thinking about it, he flew up and kicked the dog's stomach and kicked the dog out.

"Good!"

People around couldn't help shouting.

The dog fell to the ground and rolled several times before gritting its teeth and got up with a surprised face: "You... have you recovered?"

Yan Song was speechless, staring at the dog left, and approached him step by step.

The left corners of the dog's mouth twitched twice and felt something was wrong. He suddenly retreated, then waved his hand and called the two servants next to him: "Come on together, beat me!"

The two little men are not as good as dog leftovers. They are just dog legs and don't know anything about Xuanxiu. Yan Song didn't even look at it. He flew up and kicked them to the ground.

The dog was stunned and his eyes were surprised. He grabbed the long sword on the ground and shouted, "Zhanwu Red Level Mystery: Rift Stone Sword!"

"Dogs fight for human power! The first account of the Yan family starts with you. Yan Song's voice fell, and his eyes were full of light. He didn't care about his opponent's mysterious skills. His right little thumb flashed slightly, and his broken mysterious finger directly pointed out. Like an awl, he smashed the dog's remaining front teeth with one finger, and then penetrated his tongue.

"Uh--" Before the poor dog raised his sword, his teeth were rotten, his mouth was full of blood, and he fell to the ground in pain.

"Go!" After hurriedly picking up the three weapons on the ground, Yan Song pulled the clip and squeezed out the crowd.

"Go and call someone, you must catch him!" A servant picked up the dog and said to the other.

Yan Song and the clip ran out of Ye Nancheng and ran another two or three miles. They were so tired that they sweated and slowed down. The clip glanced at Yan Song from time to time and couldn't help being grateful. As soon as he took time, he didn't even breathe, and said, "You saved me again. I really don't know how to repay you."

Yan Song smiled and turned to wonder, "Why don't you bring that bow and sword? Use it to protect yourself at a critical moment!"

The clip lowered his head and said aggrievedly, "My father won't let me cause trouble in the city, so...ah! They chased after more than a dozen people!"

Yan Song looked back and said nothing. He pulled up the clip and continued to run. The two ran several miles in one breath and came to the foot of the Fengshan Mountain. Seeing that the dozen people were holding weapons in their hands and chasing closely, they turned into the Valley of Love.

Turn left and right in the Valley of Love Wind, but the people behind are not afraid of the terrain outside the Love Wind Mountain. They follow closely and never give up until they reach their goals.

"The waste of the Yan family, how dare you hurt Master Yan Yi's slaves, and you can capture him without restraining your hand!" Several people behind shouted angrily as they chased.

Yan Song was so tired that he gasped and looked around. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pushed the clip aside: "This group of people will eat us. In this way, I'll lead them away, and you take time to get out!"

The clip looked at Yan Song, who was looking for the terrain, thinking about what those people said about "Yan family waste". After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly took Yan Song's hand and said, "Come with me!"

Maybe the clip is an old hunter, who is more familiar with the terrain of Love Valley. A few twists and turns will throw everyone into the distance. A bamboo forest that had never been seen appeared in front of Yan Song's eyes, and then followed the clip and walked in.

The two walked along the stream in the bamboo forest and soon saw several bamboo houses. The clip wiped the sweat off his face, was fearless, and sat on the ground: "We are safe now. They won't find them here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew out of the bamboo house. He was a middle-aged man about 40 years old. He was handsome but expressionless. He was dressed in white and windless, but his right sleeve was empty!

Yan Song was so tired that he wanted to sit down and rest like a clip, but a person suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him suddenly feel great pressure. Knowing that this was a master, he stood in front of the clip and prepared to meet the enemy.

"Father!" The clip quickly pulled back Yan Song and ran to the middle-aged man and said eagerly, "Father, don't be impulsive. He saved me!" With that, the clip talked endlessly and talked about his previous experience.

The clip was aggrieved, angry, anxious, and happy. He told what had happened these days, but the middle-aged man had a calm face from beginning to end. However, when the clip was about to finish speaking, the middle-aged man didn't know what he heard and rushed to Yan Song and turned around. He put his eyes on Yan Song's neck: "Are you the Yan family?"

"I haven't finished talking about my father. He is Yan Song, a waste who was kicked out by the Yan family before..." The clip looked at Yan Song and finally didn't say that word. Instead, "He is not the same person as the Yan family. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought him here."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he let go of his hand and wondered, "Aren't you unable to practice? How can you save my daughter?"

"Your daughter?" Yan Song was blindfolded and looked at the clip.

The clip's cheeks turned red and turned around: "Actually, I'm a daughter. The reason why a woman dresses up as a man is just to make it convenient to walk outside." With that, he took off his leather hat, rolled his long black hair on his shoulder, and then looked back, embarrassed to face Yan Song's eyes.

"Uh..." Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her, Yan Song suddenly realized: I said that I was frozen by the ice wolf before, and there was always something wrong lying in the arms of the clip. It turned out that the scale in his arms was much larger than himself...

"I'm asking you!" The middle-aged man suddenly became serious.

"Hmm, huh? What?" Yan Song didn't react for a moment, which made the clip on the opposite side smile.

The middle-aged man had to repeat, "You can't practice Xuanxiu. How can you save my daughter?"

"Oh," Yan Song recovered. "It is said that there is no coincidence that there are huge holes in heaven, and there are patches that are large in the earth. I have been a waste for four years, and my bad luck should be dead.

Hearing this, the father and daughter looked at each other, walked aside and talked for a long time. Finally, they led Yan Song to the bamboo house and poured tea and water.

"Are you?" Yan Song took a sip of tea and asked.

The middle-aged man's expression softened a lot: "Actually, we are also the Yan family."

It was almost a subconscious reaction, and Yan Song jumped up as a defensive. Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly had a sore nose: "Poor child, it seems that the Yan family has hit you a lot. Don't worry, sit down and listen to me slowly.