I travel through the heavens as a human being

Chapter 51 Little Iron Vertebrae

"Sir, they are the ones who killed people in my shop. You have to make the decision for me."

At the door, a thin old man from the Western Region wearing a hat led a group of people to the door. He pointed at the seven people in the lobby and looked flattering on the man next to him.

Obviously, this skinny old man from the Western Region is the owner of this store, and after seven people killed people in his store, he ran out to find a backer.

Xu Yang turned around and looked around, only to see that the person the old man from the Western Regions had found was a guy with disheveled hair, fleshless cheeks, a hooked nose, and a ferocious face. He was about 30 years old.

This man had a long sword on his shoulder. He was walking, swaying left and right. When he looked at people, his eyes were half-squinted, very arrogant.

As soon as this guy entered the hotel, after listening to what the old man from the Western Regions said, he moved his neck and challenged the seven people:

"Hey! Where did this pretty boy come from? He dared to kill people in a hotel that I'm covering, hahaha~~~"

boom!
Those seven people were not good at all. When the old man from the Western Region walked in, he had already put his hands on the hilt of his sword. At this time, when he heard someone insulting himself and others, he slapped the table and shouted in unison. He stood up, stared at the person at the door, and shouted angrily:
"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"court death!"

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Canglanglang~~~ Along with the angry scoldings of the seven people, the swords in the hands of the seven people were unsheathed, and they were all pointed at the provocateur.

The seven long swords shone with cold light, causing the temperature in the lobby to suddenly become much colder. The old man from the Western Regions, who was still looking at the door, immediately retracted his head and hid among the crowd at the back.

However, facing the seven people's long swords being unsheathed, the man at the door remained unmoved at all. Instead, he became more arrogant, pointed his fingers at the seven people, and continued to shout provocatively:

"Why, you want to fight? Come on, come on. Today I want to let you know that having more people doesn't necessarily work."

Just when six of the seven people were so angry that they were about to take action, the remaining people with normal faces stopped them.

Obviously this man with a normal expression was the leader among the seven people. He sneered at this moment and revealed the identity of the visitor:

"Qinghai Yixiao, you have such a loud voice!"

After his identity was revealed, Qinghai Yixiao's face trembled unconsciously, and his expression was no longer as arrogant as before.

He is not stupid. The other party knows his identity and dares to act like this, which shows that the other party must be relying on him.

At this time, Qinghai Yixiao's face became serious, he stared at the person who spoke, and asked coldly:

"Who are you?"

"If you don't change your name, if you don't change your surname, we are the Seventh Son of Kunlun."

Faced with Qinghai Yixiao's inquiry, the man had no intention of concealing anything and directly revealed his identity. After speaking, a faint look of pride appeared on the faces of the seven people, obviously they were very proud of their identity as Kunlun disciples.

After listening to their self-introduction, Qinghai Yixiao's expression remained unchanged, but his fierce eyes flickered uncertainly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The Seven Sons of Kunlun? That one should be Zhao Shuangying, the elder brother of the Kunlun Sect, Thunder Sword."

"Not bad." The man with a normal expression nodded and admitted.

"Why do you people from Kunlun come to my city of Raqqa?"

Unexpectedly, just as Qinghai Yixiao finished asking, one of the seven people slammed the table angrily, pointed his sword directly at Qinghai Yixiao, and shouted loudly:
"Stop pretending to be confused. Months ago near Luoye City, your people robbed my Kunlun goods and killed my Kunlun disciples. What, do you dare to do it or not?"

Being pointed at his nose and scolded like this, Qinghai Yixiao's anger also rose up in his heart, and his face was really ugly. He didn't know about this at all. "Huh, it's something I've done. I never lie. It's not something I've done. No one can blame me!"

"Humph, the facts are right in front of you, and you still talk so hard!"

Faced with Qizi's arrogance, Qinghai Yixiao was also angry, but he was not prepared to continue to defend these people. If he was not in that mood, he was not of that character.

And he also saw that these so-called Kunlun Seven Sons were here to cause trouble for him. It was inevitable that they would have to fight today to determine the winner.

He has always bullied others, but he didn't expect to be bullied to the extreme today.

Thinking of this, Qinghai Xiaoxiao blew the sheep bone flute hanging around his neck.

"It depends on the crowd, right? Just wait."

After seeing an owl from Qinghai playing a sheep bone flute and calling for help, the Kunlun Seventh Son didn't know what he was thinking. His face was not moved at all, and he did not stop him.

After Qinghai Yixiao stopped playing the sheep bone flute, the Thunder Swordsman Zhao Shuangying strolled out, came to Qinghai Yixiao, and sneered:
"Why do I need to send seven sons to join forces? I can take you down alone!"

But just as he finished speaking, he saw the Qinghai Xiao Xiao's sword-holding arm swung down suddenly, and the long sword scabbard in his hand turned into a black shadow and shot directly at Zhao Shuangying.

As for Qinghai Yixiao, he flew forward as soon as he stepped forward, followed behind the scabbard, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand at the same time.

Qinghai Yixiao's move came without warning, and it was too sudden.

Faced with such a scene, Zhao Shuangying, the Thunder Sword, had a flash of panic in his eyes, but he was not slow in his hands. He skillfully used the Thunder Sword Technique. With a flick of the long sword, a sword flower shot out. The scabbard of the sword was knocked away.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Shuangying hid his palm in his sword and struck a horizontal blow, mixed with the sound of fierce wind, towards Qinghai Yixiao's subsequent sword.

boom!puff!
But the moment Zhao Shuangying slapped the long sword away, he heard a muffled sound, and then he felt a stinging pain in his chest, and the energy in his whole body suddenly stagnated.

"mean!"

"careful!"

"Big Brother!"

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It wasn't until Zhao Shuangying cracked Qinghai Xiao's sneak attack that the remaining Kunlun Seven Sons in the lobby reacted and jumped over while shouting and cursing, using their Qinggong skills.

Four of them joined forces, each with a sword, to force the Qinghai owl back, while the remaining two supported Zhao Shuangying.

At this time, Zhao Shuangying had time to look down at the chest area where the pain was coming from, and saw that there was a small hole in his coat.

Looking down at the ground again, there was a small iron spine, like a small blue finger, falling on the ground in front of him. It was a hidden weapon launched by Qinghai Xiaoxiao at an unknown time.

This thing looked very poisonous at first glance, which made Zhao Shuangying frightened for a while, and thought to herself:

Fortunately, I was wearing inner armor, otherwise I would have fallen here today.

After experiencing a life and death crisis, Zhao Shuangying became even more angry when she looked at Qinghai Yixiao who was surrounded by his junior brothers. She clenched the sword in her hand again and rushed towards the field.

Zhao Shuangying rushed and shouted:
"Junior brothers, please help me everywhere, I will definitely kill this bastard today!"

(End of this chapter)