Ke'er suppressed a smile and brought him a water bag to clean the blood in his mouth. Yang Yanrong groaned in pain. He even greeted all the eighteen generations of Sang Yuchu's ancestors. I didn't expect her to be so strong.
How could he even come up with such a bad idea? It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured!
What Yang Yanrong said was in Ke'er's mouth, but Ke'er didn't hear a word and just kept whispering to comfort him.
Suddenly, Ke'er paused in his hands, his ears suddenly stood up, and his expression was extremely serious.
Yang Yanrong made a strange "hmm" sound, and was about to open his mouth to ask. But he saw Ke'er softly "shhh", her beautiful eyes looking around from time to time, and reaching out, she found a sword tightly held in her hand.
in hand.
"Who?" Ke'er yelled, and her mind was instantly locked in a bush, her eyes staring there unblinkingly, as if some wild beast was watching.
Amid a long burst of laughter, a slender figure suddenly jumped out of the bushes.
Damn it! There is actually someone more handsome than me in this world! Yang Yanrong thought angrily when he saw the man walking sideways and slowly walking step by step.
This man looks young, about thirty years old. But he is at least close to 1.85 meters tall, with sharp edges and corners on his face, a high nose, and a pair of strange eyes that glow blue.
, eyebrows like arrows, eyes like stars, skin as white as soft and warm jade. Her long flowing hair is casually pulled into a bun, dancing in the autumn wind, and she looks so handsome. Clothes and robes
He was plain in white, with a purple and gold belt around his waist, and a fish horn sachet casually hanging on it. As the saying goes: be charming first and be filial first. This plain white robe was draped on his body, and there was an indescribable smell.
There is always a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel good. However, according to Yang Yanrong, this guy with blue contact lenses in his eyes and a bad smile on his face is definitely not a good person. Besides, the mountains are high and the forests are dense.
, most people seldom move around, and this guy appeared so suddenly, it seems that he is probably a robber.
Ke'er looked at the other person nervously and vigilantly, the thoughtful look on his face suddenly disappeared, and suddenly his face changed drastically, and he took a step back involuntarily.
Yang Yanrong frowned unnoticed and felt cruel in his heart. It seemed that Ke'er recognized the person's identity and was quite wary of him.
He raised his head and let out a haha, casually grabbed the ground with his right hand, and slowly stood up. The smile on his face was brighter than that of the handsome guy wearing contact lenses.
"Oh! Isn't this Brother Li?" Yang Yanrong pretended to be overjoyed and slowly walked towards the handsome guy.
"Huh? Does this person know me?" The handsome guy couldn't help being surprised, and said to himself: But I have never seen you! Coincidentally, this person also happens to be surnamed Li, and he has a good background. He is known as "Jade Face Man" in the world.
He is the king of Li Feiyu. It is said that this person has unparalleled lightness and kung fu, and no one can surpass him. However, his reputation is the worst in the martial arts world. He likes to humiliate other people's wives and daughters, which is what the legend says.
He is a flower-picking thief. In the more than ten years since his debut, he has picked flowers for countless female heroes and famous ladies.
Both the righteous people in the martial arts world and the court of the Song Dynasty are pursuing him with all their strength, but he is really good at making light of his body. Coupled with his excellent martial arts, he still lives arrogantly to this day, picking flowers from time to time and showing his face.
, which made the heroines who had picked flowers by him secretly hate him.
Yang Yanrong, a young boy who was new to the world, naturally didn't know this, but it didn't matter to him at all, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
Li Feiyu carefully looked at the person who came, and saw that this person was young and pretty good-looking. Although he was not as handsome as himself, he was not bad. It was just that his steps were frivolous and he shook his head three times, so he knew that this person was injured.
Being in the body, and having never practiced martial arts, the vigilance in my heart suddenly relaxed. I just felt a little strange, knowing that those sanctimonious hypocrites in the martial arts world chased me around every day, shouting and killing, and when they met, they would either use swords or swords against each other.
I started to curse, what happened today? Is there anyone here to greet me?
Yang Yanrong stepped forward and punched Li Feiyu on the chest lightly, and said with a smile: "Damn, I've been looking for you for a long time. When will the five hundred taels of silver you owe me come back?"
"Ah? What did you say?" Li Feiyu was startled and opened his eyes wide. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. The guy in front of him suddenly waved his right hand, and a black unknown object rushed towards the door.
go.
Li Feiyu reacted very quickly and raised his hand to grab it. He sneered in his heart. He was really trying to use a hidden weapon in front of his grandfather! Soon, his expression changed. He did catch some in his hand, but it was not a hidden weapon, but a hidden weapon.
Thousands of grains of fine sand. Even the most skilled martial artist in the world cannot catch them all if they are caught off guard.
Li Feiyu felt pain in his eyes, screamed in surprise, and backed away suddenly. He stood still for a moment. He felt a pain in the Mingmen point on his waist. All the strength in his body was gone, and his body fell softly.
on the ground.
Behind him was Sang Yuchu, who had been out for a long time. She was standing on the spot holding a sword, her face was red, as if she was drunk, and her body was shaky.
"Master! What's wrong with you?" Ke'er exclaimed and quickly ran forward to support the master.
Sang Yuchu looked very painful, as if he was holding back something. He pointed at Li Feiyu who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and said: "Ke'er, kill this person quickly!"
Ke'er hesitated for a long time and said awkwardly: "Master, I...I don't dare."
Sang Yuchu snorted softly, and slowly sat down on the ground. The sword in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a "choking". She also knew that it would be difficult for Ke'er to kill people.
She was shocked. You know, over the years, Ke'er has never tried to kill anyone! She is kind-hearted, so how could she kill anyone?
Sang Yuchu couldn't help but lock his eyes on Yang Yanrong, with a look of pleading in his eyes.
"Hehe" Yang Yanrong smiled sinisterly and said: "I like killing people and stealing goods the most. Don't worry, I can handle it!"
He stepped forward, dragged Li Feiyu's legs, and crawled into the forest. When Ke'er and the others could no longer see him, he lowered Li Feiyu's body.
Li Feiyu was frightened and angry at the same time, but he didn't expect that he would be killed in the hands of a guy who didn't know martial arts. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, his handsome face was twisted into a ball, and his eyes were
Staring straight at Yang Yanrong, he wanted to spit out fire.
Originally, how could ordinary people with Li Feiyu's agility be disadvantageous to him? He had always been fair and aboveboard in fighting in the arena, so how could he use such a dirty trick? If it spread, his reputation would be ruined.
He was despised by people in the martial arts world. So when he saw that he didn't know martial arts, his inner defenses were greatly weakened. Yang Yanrong sprinkled sand into his eyes, and Sang Yuchu, who had been hiding aside for a long time, hit the vital door with all his strength.
The acupuncture point was hit.
Li Feiyu hissed: "You used such despicable means to harm me. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by your fellow martial artists?"
Yang Yanrong snorted and whispered: "I'll tell you a secret! I'm not a martial artist, and I don't know any martial arts. Do you think I'm despicable, nasty, and shameless? Do you know why I want to kill you?
Because...who the hell told you to be handsomer than me? Damn, you deserve it!", saying that, a shining golden knife stabbed straight towards Li Feiyu's chest.
Li Feiyu was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and his eyes suddenly widened.
Yang Yanrong smiled and pulled out the golden knife, wiped it on Li Feiyu's body, shrugged, and snapped his fingers: Done!