True Martial World

"Old man, you will untie your son's clothes, I will give it a try."

The old man listened to Yi Yun’s words, his eyes were full of excitement and tears. He hurriedly untied his son’s clothes, and he also rushed to make a pot of hot water.

Just when Yi Yun pinched Wang Mu’s wrist and planned to use the spirit to guide Wang Mudan, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, followed by –

"Peng!"

The door of this courtyard was directly kicked open, and the wooden courtyard door could not bear the strength of this, and was almost kicked.

A middle-aged man with a shopkeeper walked into the courtyard with a square walk. Next to him, there was a young man in white. He held a folding fan and looked handsome. After the two, he followed three holes. A powerful man.

"Wang Laotou, how do you still rely on this old man?"

When the middle-aged man in the shopkeeper spoke, he had already arrived in the inner room. Without him, the man around him opened the door of the house.

"you guys!"

Seeing that the young man suddenly broke in, the old man was in a stagnation. He did not think that when Yi Yun was going to save his son, the gang of stars appeared.

"Well? Is there a sigh of relief for your undead son? I have already told you that your house has already been given to me. I have been living with you for so long. It’s kindness, your son is going to die, no matter, don’t die. In my house, suffocating!"

The middle-aged man in the shopkeeper finished speaking, and then he noticed Yi Yun. He looked at Yi Yun and said, "Who are you?"

Yi Yun put down Wang Mu's wrist and looked at the shopkeeper who was slightly blessed. He felt that the other side was repaired as a commonplace, and he was a person who could not get on the table.

However, the young man behind him, the strength seems to be ok, but only for his age, in Yi Yun here, but not at all.

Moreover, some characteristics of this young man have attracted the attention of Yi Yun. Yi Yun found that his breath in Dantian is different. There is a very dignified breath there. This breath even projected onto the surface of young people's body skin, in his The chest forms an ivory-like tattoo.

"Wuling..."

Before Yi Yun saw the introduction of the Wuling people on the map of Jiuli and Wu Kingdom, this tattoo was called "Wuling", which is the symbol of the Wuling people. The more **** and pure the Wuling people, the more the texture of the tattoo is more mysterious.

Whether it is the return to the market or the twelve emperors, because of the blood heritage of the ancient times, it has been circulated to form different races, such as the race of the old snake and the snake girl, which is a descended ancient secret.

As for the Wuling people, they are also ancient races that have been circulating for hundreds of millions of years. Their ethnic groups have a very strong sense of racial superiority.

Seeing the fat shopkeeper turned the spearhead to Yiyun, the old man’s heart was tight, and the gangs were overbearing, and they did not make sense at all. He was afraid of implicating Yiyun and hurriedly said: “This son is just a guest in my teahouse, I invite He came to see me for medical treatment."

"Hey? See a doctor? Hahaha!" The fat shopkeeper laughed. "Your son is already a waste person. He has a half breath and wants to save it? You want to laugh at me."

The young man around the fat shopkeeper looked at Yi Yun at random and looked at Wang Mu’s old father. He smiled lightly: “You are the father of Wang Mu, like an old farmer, Wang Mu’s talent. Ok, my father is an old waste, and it is pathetic."

The young man’s words are very harsh and unrelenting. In fact, he is an inner disciple of the Wuling nationality. He has a background in his origins. In his capacity, he does not care about Wang Mu’s house and wants Wang Mu’s house. It’s the fat shopkeeper, and this young man is looking at Wang Mu’s miserable appearance.

When Wang Mu entered the Wuling nationality, his talent was amazing. He was heavily weighted by an elder of the Wuling tribe and gave Wang Mu a lot of resources. This made the young man stunned. Now he is specifically looking at Wang Mu’s half-dead.

"Haha, he was born humble, and his knowledge was of course shallow. He was ridiculous. He also found a mortal who came to Wucheng to eat rice. He wanted to heal his son."

The so-called mortal family is the name of the Wuling nationality to the ordinary human race. Yi Yun knew before that the Wuling people in Wucheng were very exclusive. It was not unexpected for the young people in the eyes of this young man.

In this regard, he just smiled slightly, but then slowly raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, Yi Yun shot like lightning, this fat shopkeeper only felt a flower, then a painful face, his entire body was drawn, like a gyro, spinning rapidly in the air.

"Peng!"

The fat shopkeeper fell heavily on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and even the seven or eight blood-stained teeth were spit out. Yi Yun’s slap, almost the right side of the fat shopkeeper was smashed, even The right eye is snoring.

"Ah! Ah..."

The fat shopkeeper screamed, and he looked at Yi Yun with grievances and incredulousness. He didn't think of it. In Wucheng, there was actually a mortal who shot directly to him!

"The son, can't make it!"

When the old man saw this situation, he was in a hurry. He did not think that Yi Yun was so impulsive. Although this fat shopkeeper could not be repaired, he was a Wuling, and the young man looked like a Wuling. The genius, the consequences of their fight are unimaginable, Yi Yun although the strength is good, but how can get rid of the Wuling people.

"I really don't know how to live and die." The young man holding the folding fan saw the fat shopkeeper being beaten off by Yi Yun's slap. Half of his life was seen. Yi Yun's eyes were not anger, but mercy. For him, the fat shopkeeper also It’s just a dog under his hand. He doesn’t care at all. “The mortal family who just arrived in Wucheng didn’t know who the Wucheng was. You know how you would die? Maybe the level of misery, you can’t imagine... ..."

The young man just finished, suddenly -

"Snapped!"

It was a slap, and Yi Yun shot ten times faster than it was just now. The pity of the young man’s eyes was too late to change, and he was fanned to the right face by Yi Yun’s solid slap!

The same attack, even the position of the fight did not change, the young man screamed, the body like the fat shopkeeper, in the air for more than a dozen laps, heavy fell to the ground, the right face is full of blood!

Yi Yun hit him worse than the fat shopkeeper, the young man's entire right face is not only bloody, even the bones are exposed, a tooth is even more destroyed, there are still a few large teeth left on the left.

However, this young man has a stronger ability to fight and fight. After being beaten like this, he has not passed out. He is mad and almost crazy.

"Small... hybrid, you dare to hit me, do you know who I am, kill me... kill him!"

The young man pointed to Yi Yun. The three big men behind him had already swarmed up. The three of them cooperated with each other. One attacked Yi Yun’s Tian Ling, one attacked the heart of Yi Yun, and another attacked Yi Yun’s Dan Tian.

The three men from three directions, locked the three key points of Yi Yun's body, this shot is a dead hand,

But then, Yi Yun’s figure disappeared instantly.

A blue sword runs through the void and traverses the path of death.

"Hey!"

Three tracks, directly through the chest of these three people, their body breath is locked, and then the skin of the body has frozen, turned into an ice sculpture!

"what……"

The young man was scared at once, his men did not die, they still had an angry, but they could not move at all.

And Yi Yun doing all this is just a blink of an eye, how can this happen, he casually met a mortal kid, actually has such strength?

At this moment, the young man suddenly felt a cold in the neck, and a sword like an ice snake resisted his throat.

At that moment, the young man was breathing and stagnation. This kind of feeling was resisted by people. He was the first experience in his life. Although he was afraid, he was not scared. His reason told himself that this mortal human should Do not dare to kill him.

Yi Yun holds the magic snow sword and says: "Sign a master servant contract with me, otherwise tomorrow's today is your jealous day."

Master servant contract?

Hearing this, the young man was relieved. He understood why Yi Yun had to sign a master servant contract. He was afraid that he would not kill him, but he was afraid that he would leak the news and wanted to sign a master servant contract to keep him secret. But how can he make Yi Yun wish?

He sneered and said: "It's ridiculous, you are a poor mortal, actually want to enslave me, you know who I am! Your strength, but because you practice for a long time, and what keeps young looks The secret law, you are in the Wuling nationality, but it is the ants, you should hurry to let me go, or you will be tempered by the soul, die in the incomparable pain..."

"Is it? I wanted to give you a chance to live. Since you choose to die, then I will fulfill you."

Yi Yun said, raised his hand again.

"You...what are you doing??"

The young man was shocked. At this moment, he felt the terrible crisis of life and death. "Wait...etc..."

"This is your own choice."

Yi Yun talks, the palms fall heavily!

"Snapped!"

A burst of sound, Yi Yun this slap, a solid fan on the left face of the young man, but this attack, but did not fan the young man's flesh and blood, he just shocked the body, instantly smashed, The eyes also lost their look, Yi Yun this slap, smashed the soul of the young man!

At the same time, Yi Yun was just an idea. After the young man, the three ice sculptures were broken and turned into a pile of ice **** scattered on the ground, and the three big men who had been frozen were also smashed.

After this, Yi Yun touched the space ring without hesitation and took out a green earthen jar.

Although the ancestors of the gods are in this city, as long as they don’t confront each other, but just pick up some waves and clean them up, the imagination of the gods is richer and it is impossible to connect these things to themselves. On the body.