True Martial World Chapter 1375: Your own choice
"Old man, please untie your son's clothes, I will try."
When the old man heard Yi Yun's words, his eyes were full of excited old tears. He hurriedly untied his son's clothes, and Xiao Xiao quickly rushed a pot of hot water.
Just when Yi Yun grabbed Wang Mu's wrist and tried to guide Wang Mu Dantian with strength, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, and then-
"Peng!"
The door of this other courtyard was kicked open directly. The wooden courtyard door couldn't bear the force at all and was almost kicked off.
A middle-aged man who looks like a shopkeeper walks into the courtyard in all directions. Next to him, there is a young man in white. He is holding a folding fan, looks handsome, and behind them, they follow Three powerful men of Kong Wu.
"Old man, why are you so old that you are still dead?"
When the middle-aged man in the shopkeeper talked, already came to the back room. Without him talking, the man next to him kicked the back door of the back room.
"You guys!"
When he saw the young man breaking in suddenly, the old man's heart was stagnant. He didn't expect that when Yi Yun was about to rescue his son, these gangsters appeared.
"Hmm? Is there any breath left for your immortal son? I told you long ago that your house already arrived to me. I let you live for so long. already is kind. Your son is dead. I don't care , Don't die in my house, obscure! "
The middle-aged man in the shopkeeper finished talking, and then 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 fortunate. After perceiving the scan, he knew that the other party's cultivation was sparse and ordinary.
The young man who followed him seemed to be okay, but it was only for his age, and here at Yi Yun, he didn't even notice.
And some of the characteristics of this young man caught Yi Yun's attention. Yi Yun found that his Aura in Dandan was different. There was an extremely dignified Aura. This Aura even projected onto the skin surface of the young man's body. An ivory tattoo was formed on his chest.
"Wuling ..."
Yi Yun watched the introduction of the Wuling clan on the map of Jiuli Witch Country before. This tattoo is called "Wuling", the symbol of Correct Wuling clan. The more pure-blooded Wuling people, the more mysterious the lines in this tattoo.
Whether it is Return to ruin or Twelve Emperor Heavens, because of the blood heritage in ancient times, various races have been formed to this day. For example, the race of the old snake and snake woman is a decaying ancient mystery.
As for the Wuling tribe, it is also an ancient race that has been circulating for hundreds of millions of years. Their tribe has a very strong sense of racial superiority.
When the fat shopkeeper turned his finger to Yi Yun, the old man was in a tight heart. This group of people acted arrogantly and did not make sense at all. He was afraid of involving Yi Yun and hurried forward: "This Young Master is just a guest in my teahouse. , I asked him to see a doctor for my son. "
"What? See a doctor? Hahaha!" The fat shopkeeper laughed. "Your son already is a wasteful man, and he is half a breath away, still thinking of saving? You are trying to make me laugh to death."
The young man next to the fat shopkeeper looked at Yi Yun at will, looked at Wang Mu's old father, and chuckled, "Are you Wang Mu's father? Like an old farmer, Wang The shepherd is so good, but his father is an old waste, and he is poor. "
The young man's words are very harsh and show no mercy. In fact, he is an inner disciple of the Wuling clan, and he has a background. He, in his capacity, would not care about Wang Mu ’s house at all. The housekeeper of Wang Mu's house is the fat shopkeeper, and this young man came to see how miserable Wang Mu is now.
At that time, Wang Mu joined the Wuling clan and was amazingly talented. He was valued by an elder of the Wuling clan and gave Wang Mu a lot of resources, which made young men jealous. Now he is specifically looking at Wang Mu's half-dead look. of.
"Haha, of humble origins, of course, my knowledge is superficial, but it's funny that he also found a common man who came to eat in Wucheng, and wished to heal his son."
The so-called ordinary tribe is the name of the Wuling tribe for ordinary people. Yi Yun knew before that that the Wuling tribe in Wucheng was very exclusive. Yi Yun was not surprised by the disdain in the eyes of this young man.
He just smiled slightly, but then slowly raised his hand.
"Pop!"
A crisp sound, Yi Yun's shot is like lightning. The fat shopkeeper only felt a flower in his eyes, and then a sudden pain came from his face. His entire body was pumped, like a spinning top spinning rapidly in the air.
"Peng!"
The fat shopkeeper fell heavily on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and he even spit out with seven or eight blood-stained teeth. Yi Yun's slap almost smashed the right half of the fat shopkeeper. Now, even the right eye is blind.
"Ah! Ah ..."
The fat shopkeeper screamed, he looked at Yi Yun resentfully and unbelievably, how could he never have thought that in Wucheng, there was actually an ordinary tribe who shot directly at him!
"Young Master, can't make it!"
The old man was anxious when he saw this situation. He didn't expect Yi Yun to be so impulsive. Although the fat shopkeeper was not cultivation, he was a Wuling tribe, and the young man looked like Wu. The genius of the Ling tribe hit them with unthinkable consequences. Although Yi Yun had good strength, how could it provoke the Wu Ling tribe.
"I really don't know how to live or die." The young man holding the folding fan saw that the fat shopkeeper was killed by Yi Yun with a slap, and Yi Yun's eyes were not anger but compassion. For him, The fat shopkeeper is just a dog under his hand, he doesn't care at all, "The gens who just arrived in Wucheng don't know whose world Wucheng is. Do you know how you will die? Maybe that miserable degree, you simply imagine Less than ... "
The young man just finished speaking, and suddenly —
"Pop!"
It's another slap. Yi Yun's shot speed is ten times faster than just now. The compassion in the young man's eyes was too late to be changed, and Yi Yun's solid slap fan was on the right face!
The exact attack did not change even the position of the hit. The young man screamed, his body was the same as that of the fat shopkeeper, and he went through dozens of laps in the air and fell heavily on the ground. His right face was all over blood!
Yi Yun beats him worse than a fat shopkeeper. The young man ’s right face is not only blurred in flesh and blood, even his bones are exposed, and his teeth have been wiped out, leaving only a few on the left. Big teeth.
However, this young man has a better ability to fight. Although he was beaten like this, he did not pass out. He shed his hair and was almost crazy.
"Little ... hybrid, dare you hit me, do you know who I am, kill me ... kill him!"
The young man pointed at Yi Yun. The three big men behind him already rushed up. The three of them cooperated with each other. One attacked Yi Yun's heavenly spirit, one attacked Yi Yun's heart, and one attacked Yi Yun's Dantian. .
Three people locked up three key points in Yiyun's body from three directions. This shot is a dead hand.
But then, Yi Yun's figure disappeared instantly.
A clear blue sword runs through the void, traversing the trail of death.
"Oh!"
Three trajectories directly run through the chests of these three people, their entire body Aura is locked, and then the skin on the outside freezes, turning into ice sculptures!
"What ..."
The young man was frightened suddenly, his men did not die, they were still angry, but already could not move at all.
Yi Yun did all this in just a blink of an eye. How could this happen? A mortal kid he encountered casually had such strength?
And at this moment, the young man suddenly felt a chill around his neck, and a sword like an ice snake reached his throat.
At that moment, the young man's breathing was stagnant. This feeling of being resisted with a sword was the first time in his life. Although he was afraid, he was not frightened. His reason told himself that in front of him Human race should not dare to kill him.
Yi Yun held the Magic Snow Sword and said, "Sign a master-servant contract with me, otherwise tomorrow and today will be your death date."
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 to kill him, but was afraid that he would leak the news. He wanted to sign a master-servant contract and let him. Keep a secret, but how can he make Yi Yun wish?
He sneered, and said, "It's ridiculous that you, an inferior mortal, want to enslave me, do you know who I am! Your strength, but because you practice for a longer time, what can you keep? The secret of youthful appearance, you are in the Wuling clan, but you are an ant. You better hurry up and let me go, otherwise you will be pumped from the soul and die, and will die in great pain ... "
"Really? I wanted to give you a chance to live. Now that you choose to die, I will fulfill you."
Yi Yun said, raising his hand again.
"You ... what are you doing!?"
The young man was startled. At this moment, he felt the terrible life and death crisis, "wait ... wait ..."
"It's your choice."
Yi Yun's palm fell heavily while talking!
"Pop!"
A loud bang, Yi Yun's slap, a strong fan on the left face of the young man, but this time the attack did not fan the young man's flesh and blood, he just trembled suddenly, instantly Hitomi was slackened, and his eyes lost his glamour. Yi Yun's slap broke the soul of the young man!
At the same time, Yi Yun was just thinking about it. Behind the young man, the three ice sculptures shattered together and turned into a pile of slag. The three big men who had been frozen also followed the body and broke their bones.
After that, Yi Yun touched the space ring unhurriedly and took out a green earthen jar.
Although the ancestors of the gods are in this city, as long as they do not confront each other, but only set off some waves and deal with them cleanly, no matter how rich the imagination of the ancestors of the gods is, Connected to himself.