Next is an extremely long story. Those who need to listen to the story put down everything before. Those who can't let go cannot be integrated into it. Now, there is no Xie Wendong, no Black Triangle, no Gaoshan Qingsi, and nothing in front of you. This story is a story about Tang Yin, and it is also an independent story.

Now, let’s talk about this story.

If someone wants to ask the time of the story, then it will be a certain year, month and day.

The dusk is vast.

The afterglow of the sunset reflects the sky colorful and gorgeous. On the uninhabited mountain road, the chic and handsome knights are also reflected in the sunset of the autumn.

There is no smoke from cooking, because there are no houses built on the foot of the mountain here, the earth is quiet and even has a heavy meaning.

"There should be a moon today." The knight on the horse shook his whip lonely and murmured. His handsome face, due to too much dust, made people look a sense of bleakness. His thin lips were tightly closed into a curve of curved ends, and there was some mockery and some boredom on the corners of his mouth.

Maybe he has seen too much about the beautiful and ugly things in the world.

So he narrowed his eyes slightly and let the horses under his foot slowly pace on the uninhabited mountain road. The sound of horse hooves knocking on the stones on the mountain road was mixed with the sound of the long sword on his waist hitting the saddle, forming a kind of unpleasant but rhythmic music.

In the distance, a group of autumn crows flew up.

He raised his eyelids slightly, frowned slightly, and then he still closed his eyes, as if he had remembered something, and seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't care at all about what he had thought of or discovered.

The dusk is getting heavier and heavier, and the mountains are getting deeper and deeper.

The night has come, and the earth is dark, but unexpectedly, there is no moon this autumn night.

The mountain path became more and more steeper. The narrow, curved and steep mountain path did not cause the man and horse to show any delay. They were still walking at the constant speed.

Gradually, various sounds began to appear in the deep mountains, the night chirping of autumn insects, the running of deer rabbits, and the flying of returning crows.

Suddenly, among these many kinds of sounds, another strange sound was made, which was like the sound made when a swarm of bees flew up, but the sound of wind was far greater than that of the swarm of bees.

The knight's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, like two lightnings, making a circle in the jungle deep in the dark mountains, raised his mouth and let out a heavy sneer.

Maybe his sneer didn't mean anything, but the look on his face made people feel awe-inspiring. It was just that the mountains were silent, and who could see the look on his face?

Not far behind him, there was a man and a horse. The man on the horse was only in his twenties and had a pair of childish faces.

This man was named Feng Taishan, and he was Tang Yin's first apprentice. This man was Wei Jiamei's senior brother. He sent Wei Jiamei to Xie Wendong, but kept Feng Taishan to his side.

Feng Taishan was originally a rich second generation, with a total family assets of billions. His father and mother devoted themselves to his career and had no time to care about him. In the long run, he developed a rebellious, indifferent, violent, and lawless personality. In order to seek excitement, he and a group of rich second generations planned to join forces to rob a Hong Kong bank. The name of this bank is called East Asia Bank, yes, this is Xie Wendong's bank. Of course, they first did not know that the backend of East Asia Bank was Xie Wendong, the most powerful underworld leader in the world.

During a "well-planned" robbery operation, Feng Taishan and his group were unfortunately discovered by the **. Three people were arrested on the spot, and several others were trapped in the *** siege. Tang Yin was sometimes both good and evil. He knew that Xie Wendong's bank was robbed, but he still helped Feng Taishan. After killing four ** s, Feng Taishan and his group were rescued. It was through this incident that Feng Taishan followed Tang Yin with all his thoughts and learned martial arts from him.

At first, Tang Yin did not agree. However, he could not resist Feng Taishan's soft and toughness. In addition, there was another very important reason. Tang Yin needed to spend money on daily life, and he did not have a serious job. Although Xie Wendong had given him a stack of blank checks for signatures and dates (filter them as much as you want to withdraw), Tang Yin was not a greedy person, nor did he let money affect his relationship with Xie Wendong, so he turned around and burned the check book.

The expenses in recent years were all the money Chen Baicheng had made on his card before. Although Chen Baicheng gave him a lot of money, he couldn't help but sit there. When he met Feng Taishan, his life was already very difficult. People have regarded Tang Yin as a god, but they forgot that he is actually a human being, and he can eat, drink, defecate, and go hungry if he doesn't have money to buy things.

Just when Tang Yin was poor, he met Feng Taishan. Feng Taishan was rich and had a lot of money. Although Tang Yin was not good at money, he needed Feng Taishan to ensure his daily life. In this way, Feng Taishan followed Tang Yin and practiced martial arts. Feng Taishan was a very smart person. As long as he learned the moves taught by Tang Yin, he could apply them to others. In just one or two years, he grew into one of the best masters.

Feng Taishan: "Master!"

Tang Yin snorted and made a gesture of silence.

He still sat on the horse as steady as a mountain, his face still with a faint look of mockery and bored look.

Slowly, he tied the horse's reins and glanced around lazily: "Who wants to come to me today?" He sneered, as if he had become accustomed to such things, and said indifferently: "Since you have a good time, you should come out and make a debut."

The voice fell, and a series of loud laughter erupted in the mountains beside the trail.

With the laughter, dozens of figures flew out from the mountains and forests, almost the same movement, and a circle was set up on the four sides of the two men and two horses.

"Why are there only a few people today?" Tang Yin immediately said mockingly.

The person in the lead was a thin person with wrinkles on his eyes. He took a few steps forward and said lightly: "Are you Tang Yin? Our young master wants to see you."

Young Master, Tang Yin knew that the young master he was talking about was Bat Master. This Bat Master had sent several waves of troops to recruit Tang Yin under his command. However, Tang Yin was arrogant and refused every time he came. His way of rejecting was very special - killing everyone. Including this, this was the fifth time.

Tang Yin immediately sneered and interrupted him, saying, "Yes, I am Tang Yin." His face instantly regained the indifferent look.

He paused for a moment, his eyes opened like electric shock, glared on the faces of more than ten people, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense to me, the more you say, the faster you die."

The man's eyes flashed, avoiding Tang Yin's gaze, and was considering how to answer.

A thinner man in black beside him, his shoulders swayed, and his body rushed over like flowing water, and he sneered: "The surname of Tang, it is your blessing for our young master to take a fancy to you. Don't think that it would be great if you helped Xie Wendong kill a few ninjas and a few elders of the Wangyue Pavilion. To be honest, all of our top ten killers under the Bat Master can do this easily. We advised him to not toast or not to eat a punishment."

Tang Yin, who was named "Martial God" by Xie Wendong, has been staying away from him, and avoiding him for fear of being too busy since his debut. In this environment, his unparalleled martial arts have developed his stubborn and self-righteous character.

In his thoughts, everything he does can be explained by reason.

He has made many grudges on the Tao and many people want to kill him. Whether it is using a knife or a gun or a light or a dark one, for many years, he has too high martial arts and too smart, and can capture murderous intent from the air. In this way, he always makes the other party return in a defeat.

As a result, his personality is naturally more arrogant and his behavior is naturally more willful.

When Tang Yin heard this, he suddenly laughed. His eyebrows were filled with smiles: "Take me to see your Bat Master."

Unexpectedly, what he said really worked. The thinner man smiled at the sky a few times, and his loud laughter suppressed various voices in the mountains at the late autumn night: "The people who know the times are heroes, and we, the young master of Bat, can give you everything you want."

"No." At this time, Feng Taishan, who was behind, walked out on a horse: "What I mean is to ask you to take him to kill the Bat Master and the ten killers under him."

"Damn it," he stopped laughing suddenly and said sternly: "What kind of dog do you think you are? Where is the place where you talk."

"Of course!" Tang Yin smiled faintly and said, "What he means is what I mean."

The taller and thin man adjusted the position of the weapon and was ready to start a war at any time.

"Then I have to use my method to take you to see the Bat Master." The man shouted fiercely, his figure suddenly slashed, his sword slanted, and brought up a series of blue lights and chopped towards Tang Yin on the horse.

At the same moment, another man in black was in the opposite direction, spreading his sword across. Two blue and blue sword lights, with the sharp sound of the wind, took Tang Yin's two major acupoints, "Jianjing" and "Jianzhen".

The sword light had just reached Tang Yin. In this moment when it was inexhaustible, the horse whip that Tang Yin held right hand curled up like "brushing" ground light. The sword in his hand couldn't help but slash down the left. With a "Canglang", the sword made a long sound.

Tang Yin made this move accurately and had a lot of experience in facing the enemy. How could these good players under the bat masters have invisible truth? Many people blurted out: "Tang Yin is indeed well-known."

"Shou, it sounds nice, look at the knife." Feng Taishan behind him also pulled out the knife in his hand and fought with dozens of Bat Master's subordinates.

"How the Bad Guy is Made 4" is another work following Cao San Shao's How the Bad Guy is Made 3. The author is Cao San Shao. If you like how the Bad Guy is Made 4, please bookmark this site.huaidan1./huaidan4 for next time reading.
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