In the courtyard.
Everyone who came to attend the birthday banquet looked at Guan Lin, who had fallen to the ground. Their hearts turned cold. He had died just like that.
Among the people who came to offer their blessings, there was no lack of true martial arts experts. The hearts of the famous martial arts seniors all skipped a beat.
There were always some clowns who could not see the situation and wanted to jump out to increase their reputation.
A third-rate passerby standing at the side had already started to shout angrily,"Your World Association doesn't put us in their eyes. You even dare to kill us.”
Before he could finish speaking, everyone felt a light flash past, that person's throat had a bloody scar, he could no longer speak, his right hand was covering his throat, his left hand was pointing at Ye Feng, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Pa!"
Dust flew up as blood slowly seeped out.
The painting in Huo Butian's hand had already been crushed. He was furious and said coldly,"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to walk out today?”
"You dare to kill someone at my birthday banquet? Looks like I'll have to let you taste the power of our Huo family's sword technique.”
He was not prepared to move because Ye Feng was Xiong Ba's foster son.
The leader of the World Association, Xiong Ba, was a top-notch expert. He was the overlord of this generation, dominating the world and shaking the martial arts world.
If they touched Ye Feng, things would not be good, Xiong Ba might make a move.
However, if they didn't kill so many martial artists and friends today, when someone said that the Huo family watched others kill people at the birthday banquet and didn't do anything, the Huo family's reputation would be completely ruined.
Therefore, for the Hunts 'hundred-year-old reputation, even if Xiong Ba Guild came looking for him, he had to make a move today.
"Ah! Brat, you actually dared to kill in front of us!”
"Bastard, you don't put us in your eyes.”
"Today, you will only die!”
A few of the more prestigious seniors and swordsmen in the martial world said.
"You were able to kill people just now because we were careless. Now that we're serious, you're dead."”
Huo Butian was already holding the hilt of his sword, ready to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.
Zhao Beiyan, the elder of the Yellow River Gang, saw Huo Butian's actions and reached out to hold his sword.
He shook his head.
He took a step forward and walked out from the crowd. As a martial artist with quite a reputation, he had to have a certain bearing. After he walked out, he still extended his hand and cupped his fist in a salute. He said in a deep voice,""I am Zhao Beiyan, an elder of the Yellow River Gang. I want to experience your martial arts.”
The martial artists standing at the side exclaimed,""Elder Zhao of the Yellow River Gang actually came out.”
It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a ”
Seeing that there were people discussing animatedly, the newbie could only ask,""This little brother has just traveled the martial world. There are many things that I don't know. May I ask this friend, what is the reputation of this Zhao Beiyan?”
The middle-aged martial artist, Passerby B, said,""You've asked the right person. If it was an ordinary person, they might not be too clear about it. This Yellow River Gang is not one of those famous sects. It was only founded a few decades ago. At that time, it was not called the Yellow River Gang. It was just a group of boatmen and cooks on the dock.”
"This Zhao Beiyan was among them. Later on, they became bigger and bigger and violated the interests of some people.”
"It was this Zhao Beiyan who relied on his fast sword to kill them. Blood flowed like a river and corpses littered the ground.”
"So you're that powerful?" The newbie said in shock."I wonder how good your kung fu is now."”
Ye Feng looked at the middle-aged man who had popped out of nowhere.
Perhaps it was because he had been walking in rivers for a long time, this middle-aged man in gray was much older than ordinary people. The skin on his hands also appeared rough, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His ears were also slightly larger than ordinary people's, and he could smell a faint fishy smell on his body.
"Detection!"
Ye Feng used a skill, a screen appeared in front of him.
Name: Zhao Beiyan.
Age: 43
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency [Green]] [Better than White]
Skill: 36 years.
[Martial Arts: Fast Sword Technique Level 7(Level 7]
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: Refined iron sword]
Looking at his sword path talent that was slightly better than normal people, Ye Feng did not have any battle intent.
It was settled with one sword! A thought flashed through his mind.
Zhao Beiyan looked at the young man standing in front of him. His expression was calm, and his heart was very calm.
He also used a sword, and he specialized in fast swords.
He had seen that sword move clearly, he felt that he was faster than Ye Feng.
That was why he had stepped forward to raise his prestige in front of so many martial artists.
Zhao Beiyan pulled out his sword, ready to attack.
"This brat called Ye Feng is dead, Zhao Changlao will not survive if he attacks.”A Yellow River Gang disciple.
"It's been a long time since I've seen Brother Zhao fight. Let's have a good look this time,"
a friend said.
"Since Brother Zhao is helping me, you can save me some trouble.”Huo Butian was still thinking.
"Swoosh!"
A moving sword chime sounded, Zhao Beiyan stabbed out with his sword, his sword light flashed, he was like an eagle soaring through the sky, he stepped on the ground and accelerated, his body was like an arrow that had left the bow, he charged towards Ye Feng.
The people standing at the side were already delighted, waiting to celebrate and compliment him.
It was the same "Swoosh!" .
Elder Zhao Beiyan of the Yellow River Gang stood rooted to the ground.
He covered his throat with his left hand, blood was flowing out from his fingers, the sword in his right hand had already fallen to the ground, his index finger pointed at Ye Feng's mouth as he said: ""You! You…"
He still wanted to say something, but he had already fallen. Bang! He fell to the ground with a thud, and his limbs twitched twice.
"Sword Slash Throat!"
When Zhao Beiyan died, he kept pointing at Ye Feng, but he could not say anything.
Ye Feng knew what he wanted to say, he said lightly: ""Against Guan Lin, I didn't even have a tenth of my speed.”
The sword in Ye Feng's hand reflected a piercing light, there was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword, it was shining like agate.
The group of Jiang Hu pawns who were ready to cheer and flatter opened their mouths. Their voices were stuck in their throats. Huo Butian had a look of disbelief.
How was this possible?
One had to know that even he would need to spend some effort to deal with Guan Lin. Huo Butian's expression was somewhat heavy.
"How is this possible? Zhao Changlao is dead.”Yellow River Gang disciple.
"Another sword, so fast, much faster than before!”A group of spectating and watching.
"I will definitely avenge Brother Zhao!”Angry friend.
"Oh! Why? Come on!"
"Anyone else who wants to come forward, please come out.”
Ye Feng's tone was calm as he waved his sword, the amber-like blood on the sword splashed onto the face of the guardian of Min River water bandits, Sen Yan.
[Third update.]
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