Sealing Sword Chapter 94: Disputes

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Xie Li's pretending to be asleep with the current affairs only squinted for a while, and then opened his eyes with a burst of noise.

The voice came from downstairs. Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su stopped talking. The former walked to the window and looked down, only to see that the streets that were still in Pingle just now had changed. The two groups of forces do not know why. Why did the conflict arise, and even fight in the street.

Ye Fusheng's eyes quickly swept across both sides, one was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the other was a disciple of the Sihai Gang. Both of these are moderate forces in the martial arts, but the former has always been high-profile, and the latter is in the mundane affairs. Although both belong to the martial arts, they are very different. The taste.

However, no matter how many discords in private, at this juncture, fighting at Garan City, and in front of so many people, it is really ignorant to the extreme, no matter how much you win or lose, others will see jokes.

Xie Li stuck his head out of the window frame and saw the chaotic streets below. He couldn't help frowning: "Why are they fighting?"

Ye Fusheng put a hand on his head, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Either he was full and panicked, or there was too much water in his mind, and he couldn't listen to people."

Xie Li heard a lot of ridicule from these words, always feeling that Ye Fusheng's tone was a little weird.

He was young and didn't know how to turn around. Although Xuan Su was first in the world, he was still a smart-minded man. He turned around and said, "You mean...being instigated?"

Ye Fusheng smiled: "Along the way, we have seen at least a dozen sect forces who fight frequently like this."

Xuan Su's complexion darkened.

This time the martial arts conference was so powerful that almost all the cliques in the Central Plains Bai Dao who were counted above were incited, and about a thousand martial arts people rushed to Wuxiang Temple. In terms of love, there has been no leader in the martial arts for many years, and finally seized the opportunity to participate in the grand event, and there were thieves who made the red color. Such a situation is indeed understandable; in terms of reason, when everyone is complacent for the martial arts conference, it is friction. The discord became more and more fierce, and many sects actually mobilized their troops in secret in order to fight for fame and fortune. This is a bit problematic.

"Zhao Qing is the guardian of the Soul Burial Palace, and he once committed the Huangshan Sect's murder. The crowd is so excited, but..." Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes, "First of all, the Huangshan Sect's murder has been in the past, who will To this end, be sorrowful and filled with indignation?"

The time has passed, and the victims of that year are no longer there. How can there be so many justice and awe-inspiring people in the world who are willing to work hard for this long-term murder? However, along the way, I heard the conversations of people from the rivers and lakes several times in the tea stall and post house. Whenever someone mentions Zhao Qing, he will count the crimes with a red face. I want to cut off his head immediately and stand there standing there with this pool of blood. In the position of the long-hanging leader.

Zhao Qing was originally just a color head to celebrate the flag, but now it has become a gimmick for everyone to vent their aspirations.

In the name of eliminating harm for the people and acting for the heavens, how many people actually looked past him and looked straight at the throne of the first person in martial arts?

Xuan Su is just zeal, not stupid.

He looked at the two sides who had already moved on, frowning: "There is a dark wave of uncertainty, but it's not easy to let them continue to lose their strength."

Ye Fusheng saw him thoroughly, and smiled: "Has the Young Palace Lord ever seen dog fights on the mountain?"

Since I was a child, I have been a ignorant Xuan Su: "..."

Although the Supreme Palace does not raise a watchdog, there are still a few soft-minded female disciples who have raised some pets, but for some reason, those meek little guys turn their heads and run away every time they see Xuansu. Either you just scratch your paws, let alone watch the dog fight, instead they came up together to show his teeth and claws more.

He concealed his embarrassment with a light cough: "Never."

"Whether it is a dog or a human being, it is nothing more than profitability in the final analysis." Ye Fusheng glanced at the crowd below and narrowed his eyes. "Since we can't give them common interests now, just Let them have a common enemy."

Xuan Su and Xie Li both followed his gaze. It was an unremarkable man, who looked like the gang of Four Seas.

"Do you see anything?"

Although Xie Liren is small, he observes meticulously: "Although it is a melee, he is guarded by a few doormates around him. There are blood stains on his front, and he may have been injured before the war started."

After all, he still can't look at anything deeper, Ye Fusheng touched Xie Li's head and looked at Xuan Su again.

The Young Palace Lord sees few things in the world, but his eyesight is really good.

"It looks like he was vomiting blood from an internal injury, and his face is pale, but his body is stable. When he dodges an attack, he seems to have borrowed shelter from the people around him. In fact, he has taken advantage of his strength to attract troubles." Xuan Su's eyes again I scanned it again and said, "There are also weird people around. Ordinary people will choose to protect themselves when they see the people fighting in the rivers and lakes. However, two of them seem to be afraid, but they approach the circle of war through chaos."

Xie Li was surprised: "What do they want to do?"

"Of course I was fishing in troubled waters, and I took the opportunity to make things even bigger." Ye Fusheng sneered, and said to Xie Li, "Have you seen the face change?"

Xie Li was taken aback for a moment: "No..."

"Then let you know today." Before the words fell, Ye Fusheng put his hand on the window frame and turned over and jumped out.

He is dressed in Qingyi, and he is as light as a glimpse of a glimpse. In this moment, he seems to be riding in the wind, and he has been inserted into the battle in a flash, and it is like a leaf that suddenly falls.

However, the disciple of the Four Seas Gang who was pretending to be injured only felt a flower in front of him, and there was a tearing pain on his face, and he made a soft "tear".

Suddenly inserting others in the melee, both sides were suddenly shocked, and the disciple of the Four Seas Gang changed a lot: "Who?!"

The members of the Four Seas Gang who were protecting the man were even more frightened: "Who dares to move the disciples of the Four Seas Gang?"

Ye Fusheng avoided the sword and body like a flutter, turned over and landed on the overturned table by the side of the road, turning his hand just like a handkerchief at his fingertips, smiling: "Chang The heroes of the Wen Si Hai Gang are all floating hands on the water. I didn’t expect that there would be such a white girl!"

What he wandered around in his hand was an exquisitely crafted human skin mask.

The Sihai Gang was stunned when he heard the words and turned to look at the "severely injured fellow", only to see that the man's bronzed face had turned pale, and his face was even more different.

Suddenly, the people at the Heavenly Swordsman stopped their hands and looked here in amazement. The man leading the Four Seas Gang held a knife and asked, "Who are you? Where is my brother Chen?"

The man who pretended to be a disciple of the Four Seas Gang gave Ye Fusheng a gloomy look, but he understood the truth of running away when he saw a bad situation. He didn't vomit a word. Two daggers slipped from his sleeve, one left and the other cut right. To the two people around him, the man on the left was caught off guard and was cut off the pipe. The woman who was slightly shorter on the right was almost stabbed into the eye socket, but fortunately was pulled by the same door beside him.

After winning this opportunity, the man ran away, and the disciples of the Four Seas Gang immediately chased him.

Ye Fusheng didn't chase him. He glanced at the two people who had been spotted by Xuan Su before. One of them got into the crowd and took the opportunity to escape, but the other person pretended to be pushed down and threw himself at the feet of a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. side.

The disciple looked young and didn't think much about it, bending over to help this seemingly gray-haired "old man". At this moment, he suddenly felt that his collar tightened, and his whole person was pulled back a step, and he almost avoided a short knife stabbed in his lower abdomen!

Ye Fusheng threw the person back with one hand and kicked the opponent's wrist. With this powerful force, he heard a crackling sound.

The person who was about to flee found that something was wrong, and saw that the disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was chasing after him. He saw a woman holding a crying baby **** the side of the road and struggling to retreat. She hit her back with one hand. Go on, **** the child, and kick the injured woman back again.

The woman was already weak, and she was still injured internally. The Tianjianmen disciples had no choice but to release her strength to catch the person, but the culprit was about to disappear in the corner.

Ye Fusheng's figure shook, and several ups and downs were about to fall behind the person, but there was something faster than him.

It was a piece of broken porcelain that swept across Ye Fusheng at an extreme angle and nailed it into the back of the man's head silently.

The human skull is very strong, but this broken piece of porcelain, which is no bigger than a fingernail, is nailed into it like tofu. The skin and flesh are too late to roll, and even the blood only splashes a few drops in an instant.

The man didn't even react, and ran forward a few steps before he fell to the ground.

The little girl was caught off guard and came out, threw herself on the ground, howling.

Ye Fusheng looked back, only to see the second floor window of the tea house, Xuan Su was still standing there, but the tea cup he had originally held was broken.

He was far away, and was covered by the window. Naturally, he couldn't really see it. However, Xie Li in the house was creepy and chilling.

Xie Liqing clearly saw that it was Xuan Su who had crushed the tea cup in his hand just now. With a light movement of his fingers, he attached the internal force to the porcelain piece and flicked out. As soon as he went thirteen feet, he penetrated the bones into the flesh, but flicked his fingers. In a flash.

The smile on Xuan Su's face disappeared. He looked at the seriously injured woman and the crying baby girl, and his expression became cold for a while. The man who was originally soft as the spring breeze was caught in the cold winter for no reason at this moment.

He lowered his eyelids, and Xie Li only heard a soft murmur: "The non-warriors will not move, the non-criminal will not kill...Master, the disciple is right this time."