Chapter 2 Huangquan

Many people gathered around Zui Xianju at this moment, all of whom were shocked by Liu Xinzheng's swordsmanship. The boss's wife stood outside the store with a nymphomaniac expression and looked at Liu Xinzheng affectionately.

Zhang Jun has been in a cold sweat at this moment. What the hell is this guy from? Why is there such strength? Even if his father kissed him just now, he may not be able to stop it. Who is he? Stronger than my father, is it..." Although Zhang Chunren was a little fat, he was not stupid. He had vaguely guessed some possibility from Liu Xinzheng's strength, but he did not want to admit that if Zhang Shidao knew that he had offended such a person, he would not skin him. So he simply put it down, got up and ran away.

"Hight!" Liu Xinzheng shouted.

Zhang Jun immediately stopped his figure, because he knew that if Liu Xin was trying to kill him, he could not run away. Zhang Chun turned around and looked at Liu Xinzheng in horror.

Liu Xinzheng said as if nothing had happened: "Do you still want to eat the overlord meal?"

This... Zhang Chun was scared into a cold sweat, but he didn't expect Liu Xinzheng to say such a sentence. He was sorely sorry that he hurriedly said to Heizi, "Heizi, give me the money."

Blackzi just reacted from the sword just now and took out the money bag from his body tremblingly. Go to the boss's wife. But Liu Xin was walking towards him, and a hanging heart tightened again.

Liu Xinzheng's expression was very strange, and he walked to Heizi and whispered. Can you pay for this with mine? After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at people and looked up at the sky, as if the words just now were not from his mouth at all.

How dare you refuse! Just kidding, other people's strength is there. Even if he robbed himself, he had no strength to resist, so he could only nod repeatedly and shake his hand to untie the fly knot on the money bag, but his hands trembled so much that he couldn't untie it. Finally, he simply threw the whole money bag to the boss's wife and turned around and ran away, because he didn't want to stand with Liu Xin, even for even for a second.

He is not afraid of arrogant strong men, but of Liu Xinzheng's masters who can put down his face at any time.

Zhang Jun also walked away awkwardly with the black man, because if he stayed here for a while, his life could not be guaranteed, and Liu Xin could kill him at any time.

"Haha..." Seeing this, Liu Xinzheng, Zhang Yang, the boss's wife, and the onlookers all laughed.

The little bully on East Street also has a bad time!

"Ouch!" Zhang Jun, who was in a hurry to run away, hit a young man's arms after leaving Liu Xinzheng ten feet. The young man was fine, but Zhang Jun was bounced back and fell down.

The man looked weak, his face was a little sickly pale, and his white hair made him slightly sick. Although he has a scar on his left face, he can't be afraid of him, because his appearance is too peaceful. It should be said that he was born with a good image.

The man did not bow his head, but looked condescendingly at Zhang Jun, who fell to the ground, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

This alcohol was just full of fire. At this time, he bumped into the man and was even more angry. He was about to open his mouth and scold, but he stopped talking, because he found a problem in horror.

Zhang Jun didn't say it, but the black man couldn't see it. He shouted, "You fucking don't have long eyes when you walk! Unexpectedly, I bumped into my son. Do you know who my son is? Yes, he is the little bully of East Street. If you provoke him, it is equivalent to looking for death.

Seeing that the black man had just left Liu Xinzheng ten feet, he was so arrogant again. Everyone couldn't laugh or laugh, but the next picture made them laugh anymore.

Although the white-haired young man looks weak, he is not the one who is easy to provoke.

White-haired youth! Turn around! Reach out! Man is dead!

The white-haired young man turned to the black man calmly, but he looked at it casually and didn't mean to look any more. His left hand stretched forward, swept it like lightning, and then took it back, as if he had not moved, but the bloody scene was formed after his hand. The black man is already in a different place.

Silent!

Just now, people are still laughing at the arrogant appearance of the black man, but at this moment, their expressions are silent.

It's so fast!

Liu Xinzheng sighed! Liu Xinzheng sighed so, and the common people didn't see how the white-haired young man took action. Is it a sword? But when did the sword come from?

Looking again, the white-haired young man's left hand is dripping blood at this moment. He looked at his left hand and smelled the blood, and actually dried the blood on his hands with his tongue.

Disgusting!

The onlookers exclaimed again, and were also shocked by the bloodthirsty scene of the white-haired young man, and involuntarily took a step back. The young man, with a single hand knife, cut the black man into two pieces like a sharp sword out of its sheath!!!!

"White hair! The scar on the left face! Skull sword hilt! Are you a bloodthirsty sword demon--Huangquan?" Zhang Jun looked at the white-haired young man with fear on his face.

Skull sword handle, as expected, the white-haired young man was equipped with a sword, and the scabbard was as red as blood, and the hilt was hung on the skull of a baby.

"Yes, my name is Huang Quan." The white-haired young man turned around and smiled and said to Zhang Jun. His face was peaceful, but it gave people a look of fear, and the two extremes of expression and personality were well reflected in him.

Huangquan!

My name is Huangquan! It was just four words, but Zhang Jun's heart trembled. He looked at Huangquan with a smiling face, but now he was extremely afraid. I thought to myself, "I just dodged a fierce role, why did I meet him again?" It seems that I am destined to die today!"

Huangquan's face is colorless, with white hair, ordinary when he is serious, and then gives people a feeling of uncomfortable when he smiles. He always feels that this person is a little weird.

"How do you want to die?" Huang Quan asked with a smile. It was not like the calm before killing at all, but like a good man giving alms to the dead before he died. Seeing that Zhang Jun didn't say anything, he smiled and said, "If you know my name, then I will reward you with a sword. You should know that it is also your glory to die under my sword. Well, I will let you experience what the sword of Jiuyou is, what is Huangquan, and what hell is before you die!!"

Jiuyou's sword! Huangquan! Hell!!!

Huang Quan slowly pulled out the sword with a skull named Jiuyou and slowly stretched out to Zhang Chun. At this moment, his sword was like a messenger of hell for Zhang Jun.

Looking at the Jiuyou sword, Zhang Jun was numb and couldn't move! The sword seemed to take him to another space, and he only felt that everything in front of him had changed!

Is that a person onlooker? Zhang Jun asked himself! Because everything around him has changed! The onlookers are not like people. They are more like ferocious ghosts. And the person standing in front of him is not weak. On the contrary, Huang Quan gives him a feeling of height and power at this moment! Is he a demon? Zhang Jun asked himself.

Take another look at where you are! Where is the East Street that dominates itself? What a hell! He opened his eyes wide! Is this hell? He looked around and suddenly felt a sense of fear. He felt that the place where he was was full of blood, and the corpses were everywhere, bleeding into rivers!

All this is an illusion, an illusion, which is by no means true. Zhang Jun kept reminding himself in his heart, but he still couldn't help shouting: "Ah!" A panic roar came from Zhang Chun's mouth, and his spirit was close to the edge of collapse!

When Huang Quan saw Zhang Chun's expression, he seemed to be very satisfied. He smiled, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes, and he waved his sword and cut away!

There is a crisp sound!

Zhang Jun's head was not as different as everyone thought. On the contrary, he was not hurt at all. Therefore, a man with an ancient sword was engraved in front of him and blocked the sword for him. It was also this sword that pulled him back from the Shura Hell.

Zhang Jun can't see the man's appearance, but although he only sees his back, he still gives him a handsome feeling and handsome, and at the same time gives him a sense of self-shameness. This person is Liu Xinzheng. He holds a sword and stands upright between Huangquan and Zhang Chun like a pine. The ancient sword that finally came out of its sheath is exuding a sense of occasional pressure.

Zhang Yang was shocked again. Just now, he was distracted by Zhang Chun, but he never thought that in the blink of an eye, Liu Xin was disappearing from his eyes and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Chun! How strong is his strength? Zhang Yang, who followed Liu Xinzheng for nearly two years, always thought that he knew him best, but at this moment, he found that he was still unfathomable.