super decomposition system

Chapter 192 The Black Robe Man
Lin Yaoyang frowned when he heard the noisy voice, turned around and looked behind,

I only saw a middle-aged man who was not dressed in rags, but definitely not very decently dressed. He was nodding and bowing to a young man in black in front of him with a look of horror.

There was always panic and a bewildered expression on his face, obviously he didn't know what to do.

Lin Yaoyang could tell at a glance that this middle-aged man was just an ordinary person, with thin air flowing in his body.

Obviously not a powerful monk, with a hoe on his back, obviously just an ordinary farmer.

But the young man in front of the middle-aged farmer was different. He was wearing a black robe, and the material of the black robe seemed to belong to the superior fabric.

Under the sunlight of the early morning, it actually looked a little dark and shiny. The young man had a slender body and a pointed face, but the only thing that made people feel regretful was that.

The man's face showed a sickly white color, as if he was unhealthy.

The whole person as a whole always reveals a gloomy atmosphere, which makes people know that this person's temper must be of a very violent type just by looking at him.

At this time, there was a small piece of yellow mud on the young man's shoulders, which formed a strong contrast with the clean and tidy black robe on his body.

Obviously, the mood of this black-robed young man fluctuated greatly at this time, his body was trembling slightly, and a very ferocious look appeared on his face.

When Lin Yaoyang saw this, he immediately shook his head. This kind of person, who is full of joy and anger, must be a person who is difficult to achieve great things.

The man in the black robe looked at the dazzling yellow mud stain on his body, and then seemed to be unable to bear it.

He actually stretched out his hand, grabbed the collar of the middle-aged farmer, and lifted him into the air.

The air was filled with the aura exuded by this young man, obviously this young man was a monk.

It's no wonder that the middle-aged farmer called this young man Immortal Master just now.

After the young man held the middle-aged farmer in his hands, he yelled at him: "You muddy legs! You really have the guts! How dare you walk without long eyes? If you stain my clothes, you are considered a I can't afford to sell you!"

When the middle-aged farmer was held in his hands, his face turned pale with fright, his mouth trembled uncontrollably, obviously he didn't know what to say.

The whole body seemed to be sifting chaff, shaking violently, and after a long time, he struggled and said: "Immortal... Master Immortal, let me go, the little one is really not intentional. .”

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged farmer, as if under the pressure of the breath of the young man in black robe, finally couldn't hold on anymore.

He actually urinated directly, and the yellow urine dripped down from his feet along the trouser legs, like a water column.

Seeing this, the black-robed man had a look of disgust flash across his face again, and pulled away the middle-aged farmer's hand.As if he was afraid that the middle-aged farmer would meet him.

Not far behind the middle-aged farmer, there was an old and a young one cuddling together, watching the real situation in the field with trepidation.

Apparently the middle-aged farmer held by the black-robed man was their relative.

But they really didn't dare to make any moves. After all, they were ordinary people without strength. If they acted rashly, they might lose their lives here.

It is early in the morning, and many farmers are entering the market inside the town from outside the town to go to the market.

Many farmers coming and going saw what was happening in the field, but most of them did not dare to stop and watch.

The vast majority of people accelerated their pace even more, wanting to leave this place quickly.

Most of the eyes showed a sad look of a dead rabbit and a fox.

Seeing this, Lin Yaoyan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and this black-card man was really worthless.

A monk, relying on his cultivation base, actually bullies ordinary people, he is really a complete scumbag.

Lin Yaoyang was stunned when he saw this kind of thing, the strength of that man in black robe seemed quite good, he was not much older than Lin Yaoyang,

The name is the position, but the level marked on it is the level of a seventh-level martial artist.Seeing this, Lin Yaoyang raised his brows slightly. From this look, he knew that he was definitely not from the town, but from outside.

How could there be such a strong young man in the town? There are two green words on the back of this black-robed man's name, harmless.

Lin Yaoyang knew that although this guy had good strength, if he met him, he would definitely not be an all-in-one enemy.

The young man in black robe seemed unable to bear the "dirty" middle-aged farmer in his hands, so he grabbed him and threw him on the haystack not far away.

However, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the middle-aged farmer did not land on top of the haystack.

Instead, it fell impartially on the ground next to the haystack. At that time, the middle-aged farmer made a muffled groan when he fell on the ground. It was obvious that the fall hit him hard, otherwise it would not be enough.

Immediately afterwards, the farmer coughed violently a few times, and actually coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Yaoyang saw it clearly, the blood spit out by the middle-aged farmer was clearly surrounded by Qi.

!This young man is really vicious!To shoot an ordinary person and actually inject his own energy into his body.

Such an ordinary person, if let him have the qi of a martial artist raging in his body, he definitely wouldn't be able to live for a few days.

Even if he could hold on and return home today, he would die suddenly in two days.

Lin Yaoyang's eyes turned completely cold, this person is really too vicious, relying on his own little strength, can he act so arrogantly?

Is it true that no one in this world can restrain him?
After the middle-aged farmer coughed several big mouthfuls of blood on the ground, he struggled and said, "Thank you...thank you, the immortal master, for not killing me!"

Then there is the struggle to get up.

The two relatives of that middle-aged farmer,
(End of this chapter)