The young man's face was as deep as water, his eyes showed murderous intent, and he slowly walked towards the woman. It seemed that he hadn't beaten enough.

"What's the ability to bully a weak woman?" With a sneer, a disciple of Hongyang Sect stood up. When the woman's eyes full of help turned around, a stream of passion surged, and he could no longer help it.

Seeing that his fellow disciples were about to intervene, other Hongyang disciples also stood up one after another. Several of the guys in the store and Boss Zhu who had just walked out of the kitchen were stunned. They didn't know what to say, but they were having fun just now... Why did they really fight?

"It's not your business," the young man sneered and continued to walk towards the woman.

Several Hongyang disciples stood up in front of the woman and looked at the young man opposite him in a tit-for-tat way.

"Haha... Want a hero to save the beauty? You are worthy of it?" The young man's face was so gloomy that he shouted, "Get out." As his shouting, a powerful aura rolled in all directions.

"Do you want to fight?" A very short but extremely sturdy man jumped off the seat, holding a big hammer in his hand, and rushed towards the disciples of Hongyang Sect.

"Oh..." The girl who had been lying on the table and pretending to sleep stood up. Her expression was a little helpless, as if she knew that she was unreasonable, but her companions were ready to take action, so she could only join. However, her appearance gave people a shiny feeling. The woman who was beaten just now was already extremely beautiful and charming, but compared with the girl who stood up, it was obviously worse.

Another young man in a robe stood up and walked over slowly. Another girl was facing away from the door. Seeing the atmosphere tense, she immediately grabbed a water-blue longbow, and the arrow was already on the string, looking at this side coldly.

There are five masters opposite the five masters

The disciples of Hongyang Sect were a little panicked and looked back at the old man.

The old man's brows were already frowning, and he entered the tavern. The noise of the guests inside made him feel a little upset. He was able to remain silent because he found that the other party's strength should not be underestimated. Moreover, he has been running around all over the world for many years and has enough experience. Although the group of wandering warriors is not in the right position, those who can make a name for themselves are mostly talented, wise and ruthless people. Such people are usually very difficult to deal with.

Especially the young man in charge, he should be close to the realm of a great master, so he must be more cautious.

"My friend, the path of cultivation is not so easy to walk. You need to let go when it's time to let go. Don't be too arrogant when dealing with people." The old man said lightly.

"I just want to be arrogant, so what can you do?" the young man in charge sneered.

"Overbial ability..." The old man sighed, then slowly stood up. He no longer concealed his spiritual power fluctuations, his breath rolled in all directions like a craze, and the tables, chairs and window frames in the house were trembling slightly.

The young man in front of him was stunned and showed a solemn look. The other people took a step back half a step, and the woman holding the water-blue longbow raised her longbow and was ready to take action at any time.

The old man looked down upon him, and he felt that his deterrence should be enough: "My friend, he is just a poor peasant woman. You scolded him and beat him, what else can you do? Let me forgive you if you have to forgive me."

The young man in the head frowned and seemed to be measuring gains and losses.

The beating woman rushed over, grabbed the old man's arm, and pressed her whole body on her mouth, and cried out, "Save me, Mr.

The woman's chest was pressed on the old man's arms, smelling the breath of youth and feeling the softness of fragrance. The old man's eyes were a little erratic. He glanced at the woman, and was the elder of the Hongyang Sect for half his life. He had been touched by countless women, but it was extremely rare to be born with charm like this, and his heart was a little hot.

"What do you say?" The young man in front of him said in a deep voice. Obviously he was a little confused and was asking for opinions from his companions.

"Forget it..." the girl said.

"Fight for a fight, you will see the truth under your hands." The short man shouted.

"I'll do it first." The young man in a robe walked out slowly, smiled first, and then suddenly opened his mouth.

Roar... A wave of air condensed like a substance suddenly bloomed, like the sky thunder falling in this tavern. Boss Zhu and a few friends screamed while covering their ears. The woman who was beaten also shrank behind the old man in surprise. Several disciples from Hongyang Sect were shocked and tilted.

According to the plan, Tong Fei should have pounced on him with a sledgehammer, but now he became stunned and looked at Zong Yiye with his head turned and his eyes almost falling out.

It was a pity that Tong Fei trusted Yinxiang unconditionally and trusted Su Tang, but he never knew Yinxiang's true identity. The thunder sound released by Zong Yiye suddenly reminded him of a long-standing terrifying legend.

The most terrifying thing about Lei Yinjue is not the impact force, but the achievement of a breathtaking effect. Although Zong Yiye is just a master, he will also have an unavoidable impact.

The old man's expression was dazed for a moment. At this moment, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from his heart. He could even clearly sense that something had shattered his spine, and the spiritual power fluctuations that burst from behind were even stronger than him.

"You..." the old man roared, but as soon as his head turned, Baolan's arrow was shot out quietly.

Holding the extremely ice bow and being promoted to the master, Baolan's combat power is much stronger than before. Not to mention her target, the ice arrow just flew past Su Tang and others, causing a layer of white ice chips to form on their bodies.

Puff... The arrow was shooting into the old man's side neck, and the ice flower spread rapidly on the old man's body. The figure of smelling the fragrance then rushed to her. She bypassed the disciples of the Hongyang Sect and printed a light palm on the old man's chest.

The next moment, Yin Xiang flew back quickly. She didn't want to bear the last blow of a grandmaster on the verge of death. At the same time, Mei Fei was also retreating. Yin Xiang Geng was understandable, and she was also afraid, which made people laugh.

The old man had turned into an ice sculpture, and his whole body, including his fingertips, was covered with a layer of thin ice and he did not move.

The disciples of Hongyang Sect were so scared that they were scattered. Some were called masters and some were called masters, and they were in chaos. I don’t know if anyone touched the old man, but the old man suddenly fell to one side, and then with a thud, the thin ice attached to his body shattered.

"Kill" Yin Xiang shouted, then turned around and rushed forward.

Only a few fighters were left, and they were no match for Wen Xiang at all. Zong Yiye and Mei Fei fell down one after another in a flash, and Boss Zhu and a few friends in the tavern had already escaped quietly.
Chapter completed!