The Sword of Six Doors Points at the Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 349 Domineering!

In Wanjia's living room, there are seats for golden flowers and silver flowers.

Golden flowers have fewer seats, but silver flowers have more seats.

With the golden flower in Ye Xiuwen's hand, he definitely couldn't sit on the silver flower's seat.This is tantamount to self-deprecation.

Ye Xiuwen looked away, and there was an empty seat in front of the 'Taoist Qingyun'.

It was empty and no one dared to sit there. 'Taoist Qingyun', among all of them, has the highest realm.He is sitting there, who dares to be in the first place?

Before, all the warriors had praised that 'Taoist Qingyun' was humble.He is obviously the one with the highest martial arts among them, but he is only willing to take the second place.What a humility.

Therefore, some people were waiting to see Ye Xiuwen's jokes.

It depends on whether you sit in the Yinhua seat or dare to sit in the first-class seat.

At this time, the owner of Wan Zhuang was also very embarrassed. He invited someone to come, but in the end, there were not enough seats.

Or in other words, he didn't expect so many masters to come.Eleven warriors from the middle and late stages of the Yuan Qi Realm actually came.

Ye Xiuwen one, Yue'er one, plus the previous nine people, it is eleven people.

So even if Ye Xiuwen sat in the first class seat, he still had to squeeze a table with Yue'er.

This is a little impolite.Master Wan was about to ask someone to set up a few more tables, but at this moment, Ye Xiuwen smiled at Master Wan, and went straight to the seat that 'Taoist Qingyun' was holding.

'Taoist Qingyun' opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ye Xiuwen, and then continued to close his eyes.

At this time, 'Taoist Qingyun' didn't say anything.But the person sitting on the table waiting for Jin Huamo stood up with a bang.

He was in the same realm as Ye Xiuwen, but he could only be seated at the end of Jinhua, so he was naturally unhappy.Standing up, he accused: "Hello? Kid? You also sat in that kind of place?"

Yue'er looked sideways at the strong man over two meters tall.

This person is mighty and extraordinary, not only tall, but also strong, and the muscles all over his body are thicker than ordinary strong men.

It was a machete with a straight head.

Although the machete was not made of precious metal, it was very huge.It is not so much a knife as it is an extremely heavy axe.

Obviously, this person is also a hardworking person.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuwen gave a subtle salute, and said with a pleasant smile: "Brother, you are so strong, why don't you sit here?"

When Ye Xiuwen said a word, the strong man didn't know what to say, so he was at a loss for words.

Although he was dissatisfied with Ye Xiuwen sitting there, he didn't have the guts to sit on it by himself. 'Taoist Qingyun' has nine levels of vitality, if you sit in front of him, it is tantamount to overpowering him. Even if that person doesn't say anything at this time, it is not worthwhile to offend such a master for no reason.

Thinking of this, the strong man waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I dare not,"

"Don't dare, why are you farting when you get up?"

Ye Xiuwen's face changed in vain. Everyone was startled. They never expected that the smiling young man could change his face faster than turning the pages of a book.He was humble and polite before, but suddenly changed his face and yelled at him.

"you?"

The brawny man was scolded, so he couldn't hold back his face. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he picked up the machete poked beside him, and flew into the air with a bang, regardless of it, he just slashed Huashan with the machete.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it.Originally, I thought that this rough guy had no skills, but only had some strength.

But looking at it now, it's not like that at all.

This move of chopping Huashan might seem simple, but on the blade of this machete, wind pressure actually formed.

The wind pressure blows upwards along both sides of the blade, not only does not block the blade, but also makes the strong man's blade sharper and the speed of falling is faster.

As far as this knife is concerned, warriors with seventh level of vitality are a little bit jealous, thinking: I am afraid that I will not feel good if I am targeted by such a knife.

"Ah? Brother?" Manor Master Wan called out at this time, but it was too late to stop him.The strong man's machete slashed down, and no one could stop it.

But at this moment, Ye Xiuwen flicked his sleeves coldly, and punched out with all his strength.

This energy turned into an invisible blade in the air, the blade was extremely fast, flashed in the air, and hit the strong man's chest.

"boom!"

"Alas!."

The strong man couldn't dodge in time, and was hit by the wind blade, his left hand was cut off, and the body-protecting vitality feather coat on his chest was cut to pieces, and a three-foot-long gash was directly opened on his chest.

The cut was deep enough to show the bones, although it didn't split the strong man in half, but it was scary enough.

The strong man was bleeding profusely, and he died in just a moment.Even if Master Wan asked someone to treat him, he couldn't be saved.

The strong man was so badly injured that he bled to death.

Everyone was terrified when they saw it, and one of the warriors with vitality slapped the table angrily and said: "This young man is from the Jianghu, it's just a quarrel, why did he make such a murderous move?"

"Are you upset?" Ye Xiuwen asked back, and the person who opened the mouth shut up immediately.

Although he has an atmosphere, there is no need to stand up for the dead person.

"Don't even make sarcastic remarks. In this world, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. If I don't kill him, do I still have to wait for him to kill me?"

Ye Xiuwen sneered again and asked back, the scene was completely silent.

Ye Xiuwen walked slowly in front of 'Taoist Qingyun' and sat on the first seat.

Yue'er also sat down, and everyone dared not speak out, they were all looking at 'Taoist Qingyun'.

But 'Taoist Qingyun', like an old monk in meditation, turned a blind eye to Ye Xiuwen's actions.So it's hard for people to say anything.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

At this moment, the little nun Huining broke the silence of the scene and bowed to salute.It turned out that she had nowhere to sit.

But speaking of it, it was far-fetched for two people to sit on the first seat, and if she sat again, there might really be no room for her.

"Hui Ning, sit there!"

Ye Xiuwen pointed out that it was exactly where the strong man sat just now.

"Why? She is not even a warrior, so she wants to sit there?"

"That is, does she have golden flowers?"

They didn't believe that the young man dared to make trouble with so many of them together.

"Do!"

But I don't want to, before these words fell, a golden flower, impartial, was inserted on the table.

At the same time, Ye Xiuwen said calmly: "With the golden flower, who has any opinions?"

The corner of Ye Xiuwen's mouth twitched slightly, showing contempt for everyone present, but at this moment, everyone only saw the word 'arrogance' in Ye Xiuwen's eyes.

"This person is really not a thing. When he came to someone else's house, he was so arrogant,"

Everyone's teeth itched with hatred.But no one came forward.

The strong man just now was a lesson learned from the past, a master with six levels of vitality was killed by someone with a flick of his sleeve.Even warriors with eighth levels of vitality do not have the guts to stand up and challenge, let alone others.

Therefore, for a moment, the audience was silent, and no one dared to speak more.

But I don't want to be at this moment, 'Taoist Qingyun' opened his eyes in vain, with a pair of pupils shooting out a cold chill: "Little brother, domineering, this may not be a good thing!"

(End of this chapter)