Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 400 It's all on the street

Seeing Ye Tian's sincere and serious eyes, Li Murong and others almost wanted to vomit blood.

After spending so much time co-authoring, you're spared?
Li Murong, who tried his best to pretend to be extremely refined, became increasingly ugly.

He has already messed around and made his intentions clear. The kid in front of him actually wants Lao Tzu's Iron Fist Gate.

Moreover, just change it with one word?
Damn, to put it bluntly, don't you still want the master of this sect to be your dog?
What an arrogant junior!
Li Murong's eyes were full of ferocious and fierce lights.

He's already on the move.

Although he admired Ye Tian's talent very much, although it seemed that Ye Tian didn't have much talent, the two words he wrote were true, and even Cao Guorang praised him.

However, if you want to treat yourself like a dog, you really don't deserve it!

"Hehe, boy, it seems that it's been a long time, and you still haven't understood the situation that day!" Li Murong's mouth curled into a playful smile, then he took half a step back, and waved his hand: "Let him understand!"

Whoops!

More than [-] boxers surrounded Ye Tian directly.

All of them were gearing up with ferocious faces, like a group of big bad wolves surrounding the beautiful sheep with evil intentions.

Ye Tian glanced at them: "Want to fight?"

"Haha, Ye Xiaoyou, don't you feel a little weird that you still ask questions knowingly at this time?" Li Murong laughed wildly.

He felt that Ye Tian absolutely had a brain problem.

These boxers are all martial practitioners, those of the lowest level have already cultivated yellow qi, and there are masters of profound energy at the high level.

With so many masters like wolves and tigers, no matter how good you are, you are still just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
However, Ye Tian didn't realize it at all.

Li Murong doesn't believe that Ye Tian has the ability to deal with these martial artists, so there is only one possibility, Ye Tian has a problem with his head.

Little Zhuge also shook his head, his face full of pity: "Hey, Ye Xiaoyou, our sect master is trying to persuade you, but you are so ignorant of compliments, it seems that it is time to see it."

Cao Guorang was frightened.

He is a serious scholar.

A literati with no power to restrain a chicken.

In the past, he was able to fight against Li Murong with his arrogance, but now, Ye Tian in front of him is definitely a strange person from ancient times.

At this time, Cao Guorang already knew that the two face characters Jing Xin came from Ye Tian, ​​a little friend.

At this age, being able to write this kind of characters is definitely even rarer than giant pandas. He is a figure of national treasure level and has a bright future in the entire calligraphy world.

It would be a pity if he died like this.

Suddenly, Cao Guorang felt that he had to do something.

"Li Murong, what are you going to do?" Cao Guorang rushed forward, glaring at Li Murong angrily: "Let him go quickly, don't touch him!"

Li Murong cast a sideways glance at Cao Guorang, and snorted coldly: "Old Cao, you have also seen that this kid is even more handsome than you, do you think I will treat you with courtesy? Turn around, I will imprison him Come in and ask him to write for me every day, um, I'm afraid that being rough on you will kill you, and I won't have a chance to see the real face, but now it seems that there is no need for this."

After saying that, Li Murong slashed Cao Guorang's neck with his palm.

Cao Guorang let out a muffled snort, and passed out directly.

Li Murong waved his hand: "Throw him on the street."

Little Zhuge immediately carried Cao Guorang who had been knocked unconscious on his back and walked outside.

Ye Tian frowned.

This Li Murong is really a lunatic.

However, are you not crazy when you are an old man?
He lowered his head, looked at the word Jing in his hand, and then sneered, "Li Murong, you really don't want to change this word for your Iron Fist Gate?"

"Hehe, let's see if you have the ability!" Li Murong's eyes flashed suddenly: "Beat him half to death first, it's okay if his legs are crippled, and I must keep his hands. I am writing!"

When those boxers heard this, they rushed towards Ye Tian screaming one by one.

Ye Tian shook his head: "You are stubborn! Since you don't want to change, I will ask you to beg me to change it later!"

Stab it!

He tore the piece of paper with static words in half at once, and then tore it again.

It was torn into a dozen pieces several times.

Seeing those big guys rushing over, Ye Tian directly instilled his true energy into those fragments, and then flung them outward, as if throwing out a poker card.

The pieces of shredded paper flew towards those big men like sharp knives.

This method of using the power of shredded paper to hurt people is much simpler than condensing energy into soldiers.

After all, to condense into a soldier is to condense nothingness into a weapon that can kill people, but at this time, the true energy infused into the shredded paper is something tangible.

In the next second, the sound of Dao Dao cutting the skin rang out one after another.

Then, the seven or eight boxers rushing to the front fell to their knees one by one as if their knees were suddenly broken.

"Do you think there are enough people?" Ye Tian glanced at Li Murong: "In my eyes, these people are nothing but ants!"

While speaking, Ye Tian jumped up in the air, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the remaining fighters.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian's fists appeared densely like raindrops on the faces of those fighters who were still standing at the same time.

"Ow...!"

"Ow...!"

"Ow...!"

Immediately afterwards, those boxers let out screams like killing pigs one by one.

They squatted down covering their noses.

Upon closer inspection, the bridges of the noses of those fighters were all broken.

It stands to reason that it is too common for these fighters to have their noses broken because they often participate in boxing matches.

They can bear this kind of pain.

But for some reason, the bridge of the nose broken by Ye Tian seemed to be piercing, making them all howl in pain.

Even more than half of the people have already cried tears, a feeling of crying themselves to death.

Li Murong was dumbfounded.

How many seconds?
All hit the street?
This... is this too exaggerated?

Involuntarily, looking up at Ye Tian, ​​I felt a bad feeling in my heart. Could it be that this kid still didn't do his best when he dealt with Ye Gui?
Damn, what kind of existence is this kid?
In an instant, Li Murong's face was as pale as paper.

With one hand, he immediately grabbed five or six brushes and flicked them towards Ye Tian: "Damn it, I really underestimated you!"

Brush brush!
Those brushes flew towards Ye Tian like sharp arrows.

Ye Tian didn't even raise his head, he kicked his feet and kicked the two fighters into the air.

Then, in the next second, those brushes pierced into the body of the boxer who was kicked away one by one.

There was another howl of ghosts and wolves.

"Damn it!" Li Murong wanted to sneak attack at first, but he didn't expect that Ye Tian seemed to have a third eye, and he was already aware of his intentions.

If it is about fighting alone, he is definitely not Ye Tian's opponent.

Even he can't even beat the night ghost.

(End of this chapter)