"You... you are the young master of the Evil Sword Sect?" The boy's eyes widened. After being surprised, his eyes were a little evasive, and there was a light called fear flashing in his eyes.
"You...what are you going to do? I...I am a descendant of the Liu family of the Han Dynasty, and my father is the head of the clan."
"The Liu family of the Han Dynasty?" Tian Biao frowned. He had never heard of any immortal cultivating family in the Han Dynasty since he was sensible. "Perhaps it is due to the lack of information in the north. The Liu family may be a new small aristocratic family in the Han Dynasty.
?”
That must be the case! Otherwise, how could this kid behave like such a fool? The young master who is the direct descendant of a noble family goes out, but he doesn’t know how many guards to bring with him, and he is so lavish. He doesn’t understand the principle of not revealing wealth at all.
Tian Biao was overjoyed and secretly said, "God help me." In his opinion, how much background can a newly promoted small aristocratic family have? At most, there is only a second-rate sect to support it, how can it be compared with the Evil Sword Sect?
For example, maybe the little Liu family has not yet entered the eyes of the Ten Sects, and is unknown in the Ten Sects Supervisory Council. In this way, even the previous worries are somewhat unnecessary.
In an instant, Tian Biao changed his previous expression and became sullen, with a malicious light flashing in his eyes. "Boy? Where is the windbag at the auction?"
Lang Fei's eyes widened and he looked as fearful as a tiger towards Han Biao. He tremblingly took off the sumeru belt around his waist. "It's all...it's all here."
Seeing that he was so obedient, Tian Biao was extremely proud. He didn't expect that the boy in front of him was actually a silver-colored pewter spear head. He had no foundation-building skills. He was blocked here by the three of him, but he panicked. It was really disrespectful to him.
The identity of the foundation-building monk.
But if you think about it carefully, it is expected that the other party would behave like this. Such a young foundation-building monk must have been practicing diligently day and night. Maybe he has not traveled far since he was so old. When he encountered the current situation,
, he was immediately at a loss, which was expected.
"Hehe...boy, if you return the windbag to me, I will let you live."
"Really?" Lang Fei's face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly reached into the Sumeru belt to search.
"Wait a minute! Master, I'm paying attention again. Bring me the entire Sumeru belt!"
"You...you..." Lang Fei was stunned for a moment, with a scowl on his face, and looked at the Sumeru Belt in his hand with a look of reluctance. For a moment, he finally sighed helplessly, with a sullen face, holding the Sumeru Belt in his hand,
He walked towards the three of them step by step.
Tian Biao had an extremely comfortable smile on his face. It was a great pleasure to conquer a foundation-building monk who was humiliated and yet still managed by him. Just like treating casual cultivators, Tian Biao
What he likes most is watching them turn from joy to anger, from anger to sadness. Giving them hope, and then crushing it with hatred, looking at their desperate and regretful eyes, like helpless little lambs. How intoxicating is that for him.
Something!
Under the vigilant gazes of the two scarred men, Lang Fei walked up to Tian Biao cautiously, like a docile kitten, and held up the Sumeru Belt with both hands.
Tian Biao raised his proud head and bent his arms to take it without even looking at Lang Fei. His indifferent expression was like that of a god-king who dominates all living beings.
"roll!"
Lang Fei, as if he had received an amnesty, half-bowed his body, turned around in a hurry, and hid in a hurry.
"Tsk, tsk, I'll take a look at your inventory first. Boy, during this period of time, you can feel the despair before your death!"
"You...didn't you say you wanted to let me go?"
"Did I say that?" Tian Biao had a playful smile on his face. As he spoke, he gently pressed his right hand on the Xumi belt.
"You don't keep your word!" Lang Fei shouted in a stern voice. Although he performed the tragic drama to the extreme, the evil smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him. If you are familiar with it, you will definitely recognize this boy's trademark
The expression on his face must indicate that he has done another shameful prank.
Naturally, the three people from the Evil Sword Sect opposite him didn't recognize him, they just thought he was frightened by Tian Biao's words and couldn't touch Beili.
Tian Biao gently rubbed the Sumeru belt on his hand, and with a little bit of Qi on his fingertips, he gently probed towards the mouth of the bag. Strangely, he did not encounter any obstruction, which was a bit different from the ordinary Sumeru belt. He was
Somewhat surprised, my fingers suddenly touched a piece of tissue paper, and the true energy on my fingertips suddenly surged out as if it had found a vent.
"not good……"
Boom! A muffled sound interrupted Tian Biao's exclamation. A ball of flame ignited from his hand, and then a burst of dazzling light exploded. In the blink of an eye, gunpowder smoke billowed, and the smell of sulfur filled the air.
After a short while, the mountain wind blew away the gunpowder smoke, revealing the three people in the center. Tian Biao in the middle, his robes were in tatters, and there was no trace of the elegance before. Just now, the thick gunpowder smoke had covered him in white.
The dye made his eyes black, and his fair face looked as if it were painted with ink. Except for one pair of eyes that were still moving around, showing a bit of agility, the whole person looked like the bottom of a black pot that had been scorched with smoke for many years in a farmhouse.
The layer of darkness is filled with dust and dust.
The two scarred men beside him were not much better. Although they were separated by a body and their important parts were protected with true energy shields in time, the green shirts covering their bodies were not as good as Tian Biao's white robes.
It was not much intact, and there were holes everywhere burned by the flying sparks. It was unkempt and ragged, and even the beggars begging along the street were better dressed than them.
Lang Fei especially noticed Qiu Ying on the right rear of Tian Biao, but saw that a big hole happened to be burned at the root of his thigh, revealing a long strip covered with fly ash, which was swaying in the mountain wind, as if it had been roasted.
Er’s rotten duck head.
"Come on! I told you not to play with fire. Okay, I don't listen! Now it's better. The student's robbery is not over yet, and he was killed in the end. Young Master Tian, I'm talking about you.
Are you stupid? Or should I say you are stupid? Or should I say you are stupid?"
Just to avoid the smoke, this kid lay down on the ground. He has not yet gotten up. He is squinting at the three of them, whistling on his lips, and dancing around. At first glance, he looks like a turtle turning its shell.
He was shaking his head and legs, struggling endlessly.
This little bastard has always been a ghost. In the five years of Nadanmen, no elder has not been plotted by him. Even Tian Yuzi was sometimes made dumbfounded by his pranks. In the end, as soon as Lang Fei came to Tianyu
When I reach the peak, I feel my head is getting bigger, and I secretly sigh that the passing years are not going well.
This is true for his own people, let alone outsiders like them. After the funeral of the old man, Lang Fei's mood really dropped to the bottom. Then he was pushed down the mountain by Mu Yunzi. One can imagine the sadness in his heart. However, after experiencing these few days
After months of wandering and getting used to the perseverance of casual cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world, he had some insights in his heart, which gave him the courage to go against the current and regain his original intention that had been lost for a long time.
It was also the unlucky fate of the three Tian Biao people who happened to bump into Lang Fei at this time. Hearing what the Evil Sword Sect had done, he had some bad intentions early in the morning. On the way to Yunyan Valley, he expected that Tian Biao would definitely be plotting against him.
I had a lot of money, so I made a camouflage that looked like a Sumeru belt. I also got some saltpeter and sulfur used to draw the explosive charms. Finally, I sacrificed a few Spark Talismans to a semi-activated state and put them into the fake Sumeru belt.
, and then put on a lot of pretense, just to lure Tian Biao into taking the bait.
"You! Boy! You deserve to die..."
He was afraid that Tian Biao was weak and could not withstand the power of the explosive talisman. Wouldn't it be easier for him to die if he died? The bastard did not put those powerful talismans into the fake Sumeru belt, but only got some sulfur, saltpeter and the like.
In order to stimulate him first and satisfy the resurrected little devil in his heart. Therefore, although Tian Biao looked extremely embarrassed on the outside, he actually did not suffer much damage. Except for a few burns on the body surface,
My whole body is quite healthy.
"Do it! Kill him!" Tian Biao's voice was fierce and he roared at the two people behind him. "Boy, if I don't cut you into pieces, it will be difficult for me to eliminate the hatred in my heart, young master."
The two scarred men were impatient for a long time. When they heard Tian Biao's instructions, they both roared, swiped their waists, and each pulled out a flying fork.
"You boy, die!" With flying forks in their hands, the two men became emboldened. Holding Guanghua in hand, they raised their feet and forced towards Lang Fei.
The two scarred men stepped out from behind Tian Biao and raised their heads. Suddenly, their eyes were blurred. When they looked again, the bastard boy who was lying on the ground just a moment ago disappeared like a ghost.
The two of them were startled. They were about to inspect the surroundings when suddenly, a faint voice came from behind. "This Qingshuang Sword has been in my hand for five years. Today, I will let you make a profit."
Although they were horrified by Lang Fei's movement and didn't expect that he could be bullied out of sight in just a blink of an eye, these two scarred men were not easy people. Both of them were warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Who doesn't have a few lives on hand? If we talk about brushes, there are still two of them. Otherwise, how could he be sent as the bodyguard of Tian Biao, the young master of the Evil Sword Sect?
At the critical moment, the two of them roared together, turned the flying forks in their hands and threw them to their sides, chanted the magic formula, and directed the flying forks to stab behind them where the sound came from.
The flying forks in the hands of the two of them are not ordinary ones. They are two medium-grade magic weapons. They are called twin tiger evil forks. They were given by Tian Hao, the leader of the Evil Sword Sect. Once they are sacrificed, they will use all their strength.
When used, an evil tiger's head can be condensed on the fork, and the physical body of ordinary monks will be injured immediately. It makes up for the shortcomings of ordinary stabbing magic weapons that have more than enough damage but lack of accuracy, and greatly increase the attack area. With these two
Armed with powerful flying forks, the two of them became Tian Biao's right-hand men, dedicated executioners of the young master of the Evil Sword Sect, removing all obstacles for him.
"Roar!" The flying fork passed over the three people and shot away behind them. The sharp spikes rubbed the air and made a roar like a tiger's roar. Along with this, there were also changes in the triangular fork head, and the cold light shining on the peak.
, the head of an evil tiger with a huge mouth opened gradually became clearer from blur.