The Return of the City’s Cultivation

Ye Tian said such an arrogant remark, in the eyes of everyone, it was not only dying, but also hopeless, even Li Siyu kept shaking his head at him, feeling that he had said too much. This will only leave things no more room for maneuver. The arrival of the Third Master is like a storm, sweeping away everything in front of him.

San Ye is a legend in Yingzhou. Many gangsters are scared when they hear his name. He is also an idol in many people's hearts. Hearing that a gangster said something bad about him after he heard his name, he was cut by twenty. Multi-knife. San Ye is completely different from these ordinary rich second-generation or small gangsters. It is another level of existence. Just opening one's mouth may determine the life and death of a person.

Not to mention these people, even if you add ten times the network power, you can't offend the third master.

This is a death-like existence. He wouldn't be grateful if he didn't come to Ye Tian. Ye Tian actually said with no shame that he was going to touch other people's mold.

"Ye Tian, ​​I beg you to stop talking."

The rich second generations present were all downcast, their faces as gray as death, and they complained about Ye Tianlai. A waiter, it is acceptable to be able to fight this, but if you want to say that you dare to challenge the third master, this is purely bragging with life.

"No matter how much you can fight, it's no use, San Ye's people are not vegetarian."

"You'd better keep your words, and it's just one sentence for the third master to kill you."

"Please don't involve us!"

Everyone knows that San Ye was a special soldier, and most of his men were veterans or special soldiers. Many of them were rolled over in a sea of ​​blood and blood. They would die and they didn’t know if their hands were touched. How much blood.

Ye Tian didn't speak, and stood there quietly.

Fan Jianming looked at him with a faint smile, and said, "Ye Tian, ​​wait a while and you will see what a real society is."

Many owners of the shops outside were looking at the excitement, and saw a hundred burly men approaching from a distance. These big guys are full of murderous aura, mighty and majestic, just this kind of aura makes people tremble in their hearts. When they saw the person who was leading, they all exclaimed.

"How come Sanye!"

"Oh my God, what is going on here?"

The three sons walked fast, with a face like ice, and with more than a hundred people, the whole golden street was quiet.

"San Ye!"

"Hi Sanye!"

On the road, people kept bowing their heads and greeted them, wishing to lick San Ye and lick two mouthfuls to show their humility.

The light in the eyes of the rich second generation in the Qing Bar seemed to be suddenly extinguished by a basin of water, and suddenly collapsed on the ground without any expression.

"It's really Sanye!"

"It's over, it's useless for us to find anyone now."

Why would Ye Tian take the three sons seriously? When the three sons came, the matter was basically over. Instead, he was relieved and he didn't need to bother to do anything with these children, so he found a sofa and held a cup. Red wine, drink it for yourself.

Those rich second generations started to curse in their hearts when they saw that he could still be so leisurely.

"Is Ye Tian really stupid or pretending to be stupid? When is it, and he is still in the mood to drink."

"I really took it, trough, I'm a complete idiot!"

Seeing Ye Tianda Ma Jindao sitting, Li Siyu hurriedly went over and said, "Ye Tian, ​​you...", feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

Ye Tian pulled her to the seat and said, "You can rest assured, I can handle it." He brought her a glass of juice and said, "Relax and don't be so nervous."

How could Li Siyu not be nervous? Looking at Ye Tian, ​​she sighed slightly, and she sat there with her eyebrows frowned, where she was in the mood to drink juice.

The young gangsters stuck at the door of the Qingba saw the people led by the third master who looked like tigers and wolves, and all of them turned pale. Before they could come over, they hurriedly stepped out of the way, bowed in unison and shouted: "Three Lord!"

Zhang Liang grinned at Ye Tian and shouted, "Boy, you dare to break one of my hands, and I will abolish you today!" After he finished speaking, he jogged out to meet him, and he couldn't care about the pain of his broken wrist. Up.

Fan Jianming and Qian Baiyin followed out to welcome them out. After seeing the three sons, Fan Jianming bowed and bowed and said respectfully: "Hello Sanh!"

Qian Baiyin simply bowed his hands and greeted the third son.

"Well? The Sanzi mix is ​​pretty good!" Ye Tian mumbled unconsciously when he saw that even Fan Jianming's seniors bend down and bow their heads at him.

Li Siyu sighed deeply and said, "Ye Tian, ​​stop talking."

Sanzi exchanged a few simple words with everyone outside, and then entered the Qing.

He just stepped into the doorway, and many rich second generations seemed to have made an appointment, hula la la rushed up, and knelt before the third son.

"San Ye, I was wrong, I didn't know you would come in person."

"We are willing to let the Queen out, just begging... just begging you to spare us a little life!"

All of them were full of fear, and their voices trembled when they talked. For the three sons, they were terrified in the deepest part of their hearts.

The third son ignored them, frowning and shouting: "Get away!"

As if they heard the imperial decree, everyone did not dare to get up, knelt and quickly gave way.

"Who is Mo Shaotian!" the third son asked.

Mo Shaotian was still half sitting there, seeing the three sons, the souls that he had already feared were all gone, and he didn't even dare to move. He knew very well that a character like San Ye would kill people at all times, but he didn't. It's as simple as abandoning a leg. Hearing the three sons' swearing and asking, Mo Shaotian no longer has the demeanor he should have. He came over and was called by the third son. He almost collapsed, begging "forgive me," "San Ye", crying with tears in his nose.

"Just this thing is worth my visit!" The third child kicked him in disdain.

Fan Jianming smiled and said: "San Ye, you may have come right today, and there is still a stubborn stubbornness. Just now I ranted that I wanted to find you."

"Oh? Hard stubble!" The third son followed Fan Jianming's gaze and saw Ye Tian sitting in the corner. In an instant, his face suddenly turned yellow, then blue, then red, and finally turned slightly green, just like a big tank in a dyeing workshop.

The third son suddenly changed like a well-behaved cat, and his body lowered slightly, like a maidservant serving the master, and walked towards Ye Tian with tight steps.

Everyone has an idea in their hearts, Ye Tian is completely finished, and may not be able to get out of this clear. Some waiters even gloated and thought: "Didn’t you say that you know Li Dong? The Lord is here, let’s see what you do. !"

Seeing the three sons passing by, Zhang Liang glanced at Fan Jianming triumphantly. The two of them smiled and followed, Zhang Liang immediately yelled.

"San Ye, this kid broke my hand."

"Fuck, you idiot is still drinking here."

"San Ye, I want to kill this kid."

Li Siyu buried her head on Ye Tian's back, her face was bloodless, she couldn't say anything, she could only wait for the verdict of fate, facing the three sons, she had nothing to fight back.

The three sons stood there respectfully, saying something nice, suddenly seeing an idiot Zhang Liang cursing at Master Ye, his heart was shocked, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, raised his hand and slapped his face with a slap in the face. , The cheek swelled into a loaf of bread immediately.

The third son yelled: "The trough of Nima, get out!"

Zhang Liang covered his face, looked at him panicked and surprised, and said, "San Ye, what did I do wrong?"

Fan Jianming felt a little scared when he saw the three sons having such a big fire, but still couldn't suppress his doubts. He plucked up the courage to ask, "San Ye, what's the matter with you?"

The third son poked his finger on Fan Jianming's face and shouted: "You are the one to silence me!"

Fan Jianming's face was startled, and he dared not speak any more. Although he is very skilled, he is still far behind the San Ye, who has been fighting for his life all the year round, and he is not at the same level as him in terms of network power. Besides, he has studied fighting with San Ye for two years, and he is not at the same level as him. It is admiration and awe, where they dare to refute, and immediately bow their heads without saying a word.

The third son looked at Ye Tian again, saw that he was still indifferent and composed, swallowed his saliva, bent, and bowed to Ye Tian with a ninety degree deep bow. Everyone could hear his voice. Dread: "Master Ye!"

The sky has fallen, the ground has fallen, and the end of the world has come. Is everything true?

Everyone is crazy and roars in my heart.