Although the man in the green robe had a faint tone, his whole body was like a piece of ice in the sun, venting the white air conditioning, which taught everyone to feel the murderous intent of the cold army Xiao Su.

Chen Lian was very calm. Under this calmness, there was a kind of self-confidence that a man in green robe could not understand, and even forced him to believe in one thing, perhaps Chen Lian could really kill him.

This feeling is very mysterious. It is like when a lion fights a rabbit, he finds that the rabbit suddenly turns into a tiger.

He could see that Shen Jing's body was not good, and he had never practiced internal skills. Although his five fingers were slender, they had no calluses.

He is thin, delicate, and has a weak and pale complexion. Even if he falls down without the wind blowing, it is not considered threatening.

But Chen Lian is different, the difference is that those eyes representing the soul window, the calm eyes as water as water actually made him feel uncomfortable for no reason and a little humble.

Chen Lian was at this moment and his heart was calm. The innate god holding Ruyi slowly appeared in the spiritual sea.

This is an indescribable spiritual inheritance, lonely and eternal, powerful and fearless.

His hands were naturally hanging down and sat peacefully. Through the table, the man in the green robe did not notice that there was a small flying knife about two inches long on Chen Lian's hand.

The small flying knife is Chen Lian's last protective method. Under the perception of his powerful soul, he can use his body to control his body within ten steps, and can be emitted from any angle.

He didn't know if this pair of men in the green robe would work, and he even tried to use this small flying knife to try to kill anyone.

This is a means to protect himself, not a weapon to kill.

The man in the green robe had a strong inner energy and was sensitive to five senses. He could not see the sword that was Shenlian, but naturally lowered his eyes and stared at his shoulders that were much shorter than his.

The hall was in a strange tranquility, but it was broken by a faint sound of footsteps.

In the sun, the one who came into the entrance was a little beggar, or it wasn't a little beggar, but his clothes were too torn to cover his body.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, perhaps he should be older, but his physical development has been a little slow due to years of malnutrition.

Unlike the elegant and elegant person, the little beggar is more simple and determined, with eyebrows and nose similar to those of the man in the green robe.

The murderous aura of the man in the green robe retracted like a tide, and his face was soft.

The little beggar came to the man in green robe, took off a cloth bag from his body, and carefully uncovered it, layer by layer.

A small bag was exposed, not as big as her young fist. He cherished it and poured out a few broken silvers the size of soybeans from it, held it to the man in the green robe, and whispered: "My benefactor, I will use the money you gave to ask the villagers to finish their father's funeral, and there is still all that left."

The man in green robe took the broken silver, patted his head, and said, "I said that this silver was for you, and remember to call me the master in the future."

The little beggar's hair was dry and yellow, and there was still a lot of dirt, so the man in the green robe didn't care.

The beggar boy had tears in his eyes and said, "Yes, master."

The man in the green robe said warmly: "You haven't eaten yet, just eat something here first. After you finish eating, let's leave."

The little beggar looked at Chen Lian curiously, thinking that this little man is so pretty, like a little god.

But he didn't dare to talk much, looked at the table full of wine and food, swallowed his saliva, and didn't know where to go.

The man in the green robe didn't have time to care what the little beggar wanted to eat, because another person appeared at the door.

The sun that was gradually rising in the sky and the scattered sunlight could still drag out a slightly longer shadow, which shows the human body. The shadow gradually came in, accompanied by heavy and slow footsteps.

It was as if a big drum beat the drum beat, and it hit everyone in the heart of the hall.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The diners in the hall were very regretful, why did they come here to eat and stay?

The visitor took off a long knife from the cloth bag behind him, and the golden light shone on the ground of bluestone material, splashing sparks.

The person who came was five steps away from the man in the green robe stopped.

The man in the green robe said slowly: "I gave Qingzhu Gang three days and then I found you, the King of Golden Sword, to die. I look down on me too much."

There are some people in the world who have outstanding characteristics and are mostly called by others.

This tall man with a long sword is called the "Golden Sword King".

It is rumored that he was born with divine power, but he had a pair of clever hands. He once used this long knife on a piece of tofu to carve out beautiful mountains and rivers.

It lives up to his name as the "Golden Sword King".

"'Divine Sword' I have heard of you for a long time. For a sword scripture, you even killed all your teachers. It is said that your senior brother, Taoist Ling Chongxiao, once chased you for five years and forced you to escape into Mobei, which is thousands of miles of yellow sand. Why dare you come back now?" King Jindao raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"I came back and wanted to kill him together." As I spoke, I raised my head and looked at somewhere on the roof.

"I'm afraid you can't wait for that time." The courtyard broke open, and the tiles broke all over the ground. A short and thin old man appeared, with a pair of silver hooks on his hand.

He landed very lightly, as if a feather was floating down.

The little beggar was a little shocked by the scene. The man in the green robe patted him on the shoulder and said, "Eat your meal."

Shen Lian was calm in the face of this scene. Whether it was the King of Golden Sword, the Slender Old Man or the Man in Green Robe, they were far from ordinary people and had the same dangerous aura.

They all have extraordinary power.

He was not afraid, but was happy.

This is indeed not an ordinary world. It not only has the skills to cultivate the soul, but also the methods to stimulate the strength of the flesh and body.

Look at their tone of speaking, as well as the "Sword Classic" mentioned just now, their behavior is similar to the people in martial arts novels I have seen before.

When the little beggar was told by the man in the green robe, he started eating vegetables. I don’t know if he was born with a rough nerve or was extremely hungry, so this kid could really eat it.

Shen Lian thought that this kid was not only able to eat, but also lucky. If the man in the green robe was considered a master, he seemed to be very good to him.

In previous martial arts novels, it is the protagonist template.

Although Shen Lian thought so, neither the King of Golden Sword nor the short and thin old man took him seriously.

Although these people are extremely confident, no matter who they are, they have to fight before they know the best, and it depends on who is on the other side.

Shen Lian could not show any threat to them, regardless of age or spirit. Only the man in the green robe had some thoughts on Shen Lian.

But most of his attention is still on the side of the Golden Knife King and the short and thin old man.

Neither of them is a fictional reputation.

Even if he is too conceited, he will not be careless.

The man in the green robe sat, although he seemed to be passive, but actually used stillness to control his movements. He was not very skilled and bold, so he dared not do so.

This is why the King of Golden Knife did not produce a killer.

This man is cruel and has high martial arts skills, which is really difficult. If he hadn't taken away that thing from the Qingzhu Gang for his sake, he wouldn't have taken action.

'The Qingzhu Gang thought that relying on the money and friendship would make him take this risk, which was simply funny.' The Golden Sword King was over forty years old, and he had long passed the pursuit of wealth in the world. What he really attracted to was a higher realm and a longer life span.
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