Proud Sword Rebirth

Qixing Street is a famous clothing street in the barren city, with shirts, robes, linings... all kinds of Chinese brocades and brocades.

In the middle of Qixing Street, in a luxurious store.

"Yan Ya, let's go! Don't, leave us alone, let's go!" Blood flowed from the corner of Luo Lie's mouth, and he fell to the ground, hugging the trousers of a young man tightly. His eyes were full of farewell and relief. Even a blind man could see it.

Showing his aura of looking forward to death.

Yan Ya stood at the door, her hands tightly wrapped in her clothes, her face full of grievances and confusion, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth, telling the unwillingness and stubbornness in the little girl's heart. Although she was confused, she knew that she could not stay.

These three people saved her, and there was also a brother Luo Tian who had escaped with serious injuries. She believed that brother Luo Tian would definitely notify the young master, and the young master would definitely arrive in time.

"Let's go!"

Zhongtong's tragic voice was a bit louder than before.

Like Luo Lie, he fell to the ground, all in a mess, with a ferocious and bloody streak on his back.

At this time, there was another foot on his back. A middle-aged man stepped on his back with one foot and kept adding pressure. The tip of his toe rotated in the blood stains. Every half minute of rotation made Zhongtong's face pale, and the corners of his mouth

The blood in his eyes became a little brighter, and the despair in his eyes became a little more.

Xie Xuan was unconscious at the moment, breathing out more and taking in less air. If he didn't receive treatment within an hour, he might lose his breathing and heartbeat.

"No...no, Master, Master will come to save us!" Yan Ya replied stubbornly.

She didn't understand that it was precisely because of her existence that Luo Liang and the others suffered so much. The longer she stayed here, the more Luo Liang and others would suffer. Maybe her departure would cause

The three of them were relieved.

And the meaning of liberation, for the three people in Luo Li, is death!

They have always believed that only death is their best destination!

Although Yi Chen once said that there was a way to remove the slave scars on their faces, no one has done it for many years. They did not think that a mere ten-year-old boy could do this.

They have solved countless problems faced by pharmacists and alchemists. Although this young man is very mysterious and behaves differently from ordinary people in many ways, this cannot be the source of their confidence.

"Let's go? No, this little bitch will never step out of this door today!" An old man narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a dangerous light, glanced at Yan Ya, and then said contemptuously.

Old man, this man is another earl of Wilderness City—Bercow. Different from the hereditary earl of the old man who hurt the family, this person is an ordinary earl.

However, he believes that he will become a marquis in a few days!

Bercow, the eighth strongest man in Wilderness City, the ninth-level Sword King, is only a hair away from the first-level Sword King. This is the impression that outsiders have on Earl Bercow, and it is also a fact of the past.

The reason why I talk about past facts is because Bocao is no longer a senior swordsman. Just last night, Bocao broke through the shackles he had held for more than twenty years. He finally broke through and became a junior swordsman and became a junior swordsman.

After the old man of the Shang family in Wild City, he is the second powerful being to achieve the level of Sword Emperor!

Of course, all this excludes the Sword King from the Swordsmen Guild and the Royal Swordsman Junior Academy. After all, the Swordsmen Guild and the Royal Swordsman Junior Academy can be regarded as branches of the imperial family and cannot be regarded as local forces.

Today, Earl Bercow came to pick up a set of marquis brocade clothes customized last night. He couldn't wait to wear them and experience the feeling of being an imperial marquis. However, before he could put on the marquis brocade uniforms, he was stepped on by a little girl.

foot.

Unforgivable!

The majestic Marquis of the Empire, no, an earl, he will be a marquis in a few days, and his official uniform was stepped on by a little girl. Isn't this equivalent to a slap in the face?

If this matter spreads out, I'm afraid it will be ridiculed by everyone in the world for the rest of my life.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became in Bocao's heart, and he said in a cold voice: "You little bitch, even if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, you will never let me...the earl spare you!"

If it were someone else, it would definitely not be possible to be promoted to Junior Sword King without enough merit!

But Bocow is very confident, because he has someone on his head, the so-called someone in the court who is easy to do things. He has reason to believe that with the extraordinary skills of the second steward of the Lotus Duke Palace, one of the ten great dukes, he can handle such a small matter.

Isn’t it already within reach?

Yan Ya looked at Luo Lie and Zhongtong bitterly, and even looked at Xian Xian who had passed out with self-reproach, feeling secretly regretful in her heart.

"If I don't run out all day long, I won't get into trouble, and nothing will happen to them!" Two lines of tears streaked down the corners of Yan Ya's eyes, she closed her eyes in pain, shook her head, and the tears fell.

Below, the delicate face looks even more pitiful.

However, for such a pitiful girl, Bocow had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he became angrier as he looked at her. He had the urge to tear her into pieces immediately, and the expression on his face became more and more impatient.

"Yan Ya, why are you doing this?" Luo Lie lamented for a long time, thinking bitterly in his heart.

The young man whose feet he held was looking at Yan Ya motionlessly with lewd eyes. This fourteen-year-old girl seemed to have become his prey.

"Bosi, why don't you do it?" Bocao frowned and urged his grandson.

The young man withdrew his gaze and asked tentatively: "Grandpa, she has offended you, can you reward her to your grandson? Don't worry, your grandson will definitely torture her severely when the time comes to make you calm down."

"Shut up!" Bercow scolded: "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. If it's another woman, that's fine. But this little bitch must die today!"

"Master..." Bosi was still waiting to say anything.

"Death?" At this time, a faint voice came in from the crowd of onlookers outside the shop, making Bosi swallow the words that came to his mouth. A young man with a slightly immature face, dressed in white

Shirt, walked slowly from outside, "You'd better care about yourself first."

"Boy, what do you mean by this?" Bokaw squinted his eyes and stared at the young man with interest, "Be aware that trouble comes from the mouth. Do you know who I am?"

"Junior Sword King!" The young man held up a huge iron pot in his hand. There was thousands of kilograms of monster meat in the pot. He came to the old man without blushing and out of breath, "Junior Sword King, you can bully my people."

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Hearing this, Bocao frowned, but he was not as angry as everyone imagined. Instead, he asked tentatively: "Whose disciple is this little brother? Why don't you tell me? Maybe, I and your family

The teacher is someone I know well." This young man's magnanimity, courage, and momentum are all worthy of being chosen from the top. If he said that the other party did not have a strong teacher to teach him, Bocao would never believe it.

Besides Yi Chen, who else could come?

"Master!" Yan Ya finally saw the young master and ran to Yi Chen's side. She whimpered and cried loudly.

His eyes signaled Yan Ya to stay aside. At this time, Yi Chen looked directly at Bo Kao solemnly.

"I don't have a teacher, but even if it's just me, I can deal with some incompetent people." Yi Chen slowly put down the big iron pot he held in his hand, took out the Chilun tiger meat, threw it into his mouth, and said softly.

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"Hmph! Boy, you have to think clearly. Respecting teachers is an everlasting truth in the mainland. Do you really want to deny the existence of your teacher?" Bocao said in a deep voice, which sounded like he was talking about Yi Chen.

Okay, for Yi Chen's sake, but taking it a step further is a test, the final test.

Yi Chen ignored him and instead ate the Chi Lun tiger meat in the big iron pot.

The spectators outside the store were all in an uproar. Did this young man have something to rely on, was he extraordinarily brave, or was he just a fool?

"Boy, didn't you hear what my grandfather asked you!?" Bosi suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.

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