Super Urban Master

"Yes, by my side, do you have any comments?" The ghost voice was cold, and a sharp light shot from his eyes, penetrating the darkness, and falling on the ghost.

You Ying went cold all over, and after hesitating for a moment, she shook her head and said, "No, no comments."

When she finished answering this sentence, the half-departed figure stopped and glared bitterly at You Ying before disappearing into the night with hatred.

"Let's go, too." Ghost's sharp and indifferent gaze retracted from You Ying, turned and walked into the darkness. You Ying hesitated for a while, and finally followed and disappeared in the darkness together.

The night became darker and darker, and the town became quieter and quieter, and even the calls of unknown little bugs gradually ceased.

At this time, a gust of wind blew through the center of the town, and a silhouette of a figure galloped in the wind, and instantly fell to the door of the inn in the town.

The figure stood at the door and looked around, confirming that there was no one, and then jumped onto the roof of the inn and entered the inn.

After the figure floated on the roof for a while, he chose a room to fall and knocked on the door of that room gently.

"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk."

After tapping three times lightly, a response sounded inside, "Who?"

"It's me." The figure outside responded.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and a young man said in surprise, "Master, you have finally arrived."

"Well, let's go inside." The figure outside flashed into the room.

The young man quickly closed the door and turned on a lamp beside the bed that was not very bright.

"Master, have you got the things?" After turning on the light, the young man looked at the figure who had just entered and asked.

Under the light, the figure of the figure appeared as a hunched old man.

The old man nodded, "Can your master not be able to get it? By the way, is there anything unusual around this?"

"No." The young man shook his head. "The disciple has lived here a day earlier, and no unusual people have been found. It is estimated that no one likes to come to such a cold town."

"Well, that's true. But we can't take it lightly, take a rest, and we will leave immediately after dawn." The humpbacked old man solemnly said.

"Good master." The young man agreed, but his eyes were still staring at the old man, his eyes flickering, as if searching for something. He was wondering where to put the old man's things. Didn't he say that the things were in his hands? He didn't look like he was carrying anything at all.

"What is your kid doing so looking at me like this?" The old man was slightly angry. "If you still don't pour a glass of water for the master, do you want to die of thirst for the master?"

The young man reacted and hurriedly said: "Oh, oh, it's the master, I'll pour water for you."

The young man moved swiftly and quickly poured a glass of water. As the water was brought over, he deliberately or unintentionally reached into the water and stirred it gently.

"Master, water is coming. Please drink water." The young man brought the water to the old man with a hump back.

"Yeah." The hunched old man nodded and took the water.

The young man looked at the water in the old man's hand and stared at the old man's movements. The expression between his brows seemed a little urgent. He hoped that God would drink the glass of water in one sip.

However, the old man didn't do what he wanted. The old guy put the water glass to his lips and stopped suddenly, staring at the water in the glass, his eyes flashed.

The young man's heart is tight, has he found something?

"Disciple, can this water be drunk?" The old man asked, causing the young man to tremble and react quickly instinctively.

"Master, of course you can drink it. My disciple has been drinking it just now."

"Really, you can drink it." The old man sneered, and the teacup slammed the young man coldly. At the same time, the fist blew up, whizzing through the mist, and slammed the young man's door first.

The young man seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Although this was a sudden attack, his skill was not weak. He hurriedly challenged him with a loud shout and crossed his fists to protect the front door.

"boom!"

The old man’s fists hit the young man’s crossed fists. The young man was repelled. With a loud bang, his back hit the wall of the room, and the whole room shook. But the wall is fine, intact. It can be seen that most of the punch of the old man with the hunchback was carried by the young man, otherwise, with the power of the old man with the hunch just now, the wall behind the young man would definitely be knocked out of a huge hole.

"Huh?" The humpbacked old man was a little surprised. "The strength is good, who are you?"

"Hehe, Kongming deserves to be Kongming, he is really cunning." The young man laughed a few times, then tore off a piece of skin on his face, revealing a thin, white face.

Seeing this face, the old man's expression changed, "Master Tianhanmen Yufan?"

"It's a junior." The young man Lupin smiled slightly, with a sound of "sand", a black feather fan in his hand was unfolded, and a white sword was drawn on the feather fan. Although it was only an image, it gave a sharp sword. The edge.

"Anyone else, come out." Kong Ming shouted towards the surroundings.

"Swish." With two beeps, the window outside the room rushed in to connect a person, the same two young people.

A young man in black carries an ancient sword on his back.

The other was dressed a little weirdly. It was a white robe in ancient costume. There was a huge crescent moon on the front and back of the robe. The crescent moon was black and black crescent moon.

"Gu Jianzong must be the swordsman, the Holy Moon teaches the ruthless son. Haha, the young geniuses of the three major sects are here, and I really can see me as an old man." Kong Ming laughed. After the laughter, his face became cold. "So, my disciple was killed by you long ago?"

"Yes." Young Master Lufan still had a smile on his face, a weird smile, which made Kongming disgusted, "Senior Kongming, your disciple is really useless, and keeping it will stain your reputation, so we will kill you. ."

"That said, I have to thank you guys. Humph." Kong Ming hummed coldly, his body rolling over with a strong murderous intent.

Faced with the murderous intent on the old man Kong Ming, the three of them did not change their faces, the other two looked cold, and the young man Lufan still smiled, "Thanks no need, as long as the seniors hand over the things, we will not embarrass your old man. ."

"Something, hahaha..." Kongming laughed, "The abacus of the Three Martial Arts is very good, but even if you are geniuses, in the eyes of the old man, it is only in the middle of the virtual realm. You want to deal with me. Not qualified enough."

"The three of them may be close, but add me." A heavyweight voice sounded outside, and then a gust of wind came in. Feng Ting's figure appeared, and there was an old man with blond hair dancing wildly in the room.

"Blond mad lion?" Kong Ming stared, with a solemn color in his eyes, as well as anger, "Golden mad lion, your Jinwu Sect has been wiped out, and you don't want to avenge your disciples and grandchildren, but run away. Come and join forces with three young people to rob me, you are really capable, hum." In his tone, there was sarcasm and contempt.

It’s okay not to mention the destruction of Jinwumen, but when I mention the golden mad lion, I was also angry, "Good thing, you watched my Jinwumen being destroyed that day, but you stood idly by and watched my Jinwumen's slaughter but were indifferent. , Do you still have the face to mention this?"

"Hmph." Kong Ming disdain, "Why should I make a move? Give me a reason to help you Jinwumen."

"You, just because, because we are all half-old martial arts and martial arts fellows, you should help." Jin Kuangshi said forcefully a reason.

"Comrade Wu Lin? You deserve to say these words, then why do you, fellow Wu Lin, come to rob me?" The ridicule on the face of the old man Kong Ming was even stronger.

"Hmph, that's because you ignore the martial arts fellow first. Of course, as long as you hand over things obediently this time, we will still let you go in consideration of the martial arts fellow spirit." Jin Kuangshi also showed a hypocritical appearance.

"What if I don't pay?" Kong Ming's eyes were colder.

"The old man only wanted to kill one person today, and that would be Qin Hao who killed me in the Jinwu Sect. If you are stubborn and want to die, I don't mind killing you first, and then go to the genius doctor to kill Qin Hao's little **** "The golden mad lion's eyes also turned cold, and a head of blonde hair danced.

"You are really wordy, kill if you want, why not talk nonsense." The Absolute Sword Shaobao in the ancient sword said, the indifferent voice reflected the sharp edge of the sword, his hand has been around the top of his head, and he slowly moved the sword. The ancient sword drew out its scabbard.

The sword body is dark and simple, revealing the vicissitudes and weight of the years.

Ancient Jianzong is famous for its swords, especially the ancient swords. Every sword has a legend and an amazing story. Every sword shot is so earth-shattering.

As soon as the ancient sword came out, not only Kongming, but also the few people next to him stared at the sword, and uttered a few words in their hearts: Peerless ancient sword, good sword.

"Humph." Faced with the murderous aura from several people, the old man Kongming sneered calmly, "You want to kill me, but think about it. If I die, you will never get what you want, that thing. Hidden by me in a place that only I know."

"Haha, Kong Ming, people say that you are always cunning and cunning, and it really is true." Jin Kuangshi laughed contemptuously, "but you just lied to those young people. Just put away that set of old rivers and lakes like me. If you guessed it right, the thing is on your back, and there is an extra hunchback for no reason. That hunchback is that kind of thing."

At this time, Kong Ming's face changed.

Seeing Kong Ming's change, the expression on Jin Kuangshi's face became more joyous, "It seems that I was right. Several young masters, pay attention to the things on his back when making moves."

"Understand." Gu Jianzong Juejian took the lead, and the simple giant sword pierced out. The vicissitudes of life and the great changes over the years gave people a heavy pressure.

This is the will of the sword, the soul of the sword.

The inherited ancient sword, over time, will be merged into the sword by generations of sword masters, and become the will and soul of the sword, which can oppress the enemy’s will and soul, thereby disturbing the opponent to a certain extent. His will, weaken the opponent's strength, and those who are not determined can even be killed easily.

With Jue Sword's shot, the other two young men moved at the same time, and the young master Yufan waved his fan, and a sharp sword shot out, unparalleled domineering.

The ruthless Saint Child of Shengyue taught a bit weird, the robe was lifted, and the thick fog roared, the black tentacles that had been coming out of the black fog, swiftly grabbed it out.