Ye Sheng looked up. These people were very messy. There were men, women, old and young.
The leader was a middle-aged martial artist with Rank-8 strength.
In the middle was a young woman with fair cheeks and a beautiful face. She was at the Sixth Stage.
At the very back were two burly men holding large sabers. They were also Rank-6.
When these people came in, they saw Ye Sheng, who was topless and warming himself by the fire.
For a moment, everyone's eyes met and there was silence for a long time.
Ye Sheng had an indifferent expression. He was not interested in these people at all.
The young girl turned her head away.
"Friend, the weather is cold and it's raining heavily. Our clothes are all wet. Can we roast together…"
The middle-aged martial artist cupped his fists and was about to sit down before he could finish his sentence.
Crack!
In the next second, a wooden branch was thrown out and firmly stabbed into the ground, leaving only half of it.
The middle-aged man's face stiffened and he immediately stopped.
"Don't come near, don't ask for trouble."
Ye Sheng added another piece of firewood to the fire without even looking up.
The middle-aged martial artist stood in place and opened his mouth, but in the end, he still retreated.
He had been in the martial world for many years, so he still had some insight.
The young man in front of him either had a great backer or was a big idiot.
But obviously, the probability of it being an idiot was too small.
Therefore, the middle-aged martial artist decided not to provoke him.
Seeing how overbearing Ye Sheng was, the others all had different expressions on their faces, especially the young woman, who had an indignant expression on her face.
But seeing Uncle Wang retreat, he could only endure it.
However, everyone was already drenched by the rain. It was autumn and winter, and the temperature was cold.
Other than the middle-aged martial artist, everyone else was shivering from the cold.
They also wanted to start a fire, but the dry branches in the temple were all beside Ye Sheng.
For a moment, the temple fell into a strange silence.
But soon, this peace was broken.
Bang!
The temple door was knocked open again.
A tall and fierce looking man with a black face, carrying a large sword on his back, led a few people and barged in aggressively.
When the people in the temple saw the black-faced man, their hearts tightened.
The middle-aged martial artist's eyes flashed with worry, while the young woman's expression was one of fear.
"Old Third Chen, you're really chasing me!”
The middle-aged martial artist's expression was unsightly, and the words he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Of course, if I let you escape, I'm afraid the sect master will punish me.”Old Third Chen sneered.
A strong killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"I chased you for two days and three nights, and finally caught up with you tonight!”
"Wang Changde, hand over the secret manual now and surrender. I will let you die a quick death!”
"You're dreaming!" Wang Changde's voice was filled with anger.
"Although our Azure Frost Sect is no longer around, our heritage is still there. One day, our Azure Frost Sect will rise again and take revenge on your Black Tiger Sect for exterminating our sect!”
The eyes of the young woman behind Wang Changde, Song Yao, flashed with hatred.
"One day?" Old Third Chen stepped forward and smiled sinisterly.
"That day won't come. All of you will die here tonight!”
Wang Changde's expression froze. His face was ugly, and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.
Old Third Chen was right. None of them would be able to escape today.
Old Third Chen's Black Tiger Blade Technique was so fierce that he would probably be defeated soon.
In addition, there were a few Rank-7 martial artists behind him. How could they be their opponents?
"Young Lady, if there is a chance later, don't worry about us.”
"We will try our best to stall them for you.”
Song Yao wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, she nodded with difficulty.
"If you can escape, Miss must remember to kill everyone from the Black Tiger Sect and avenge Master and Madam!”
"I'll remember it!" Song Yao's expression was sorrowful as she nodded heavily.
"Kill them!" Wang Changde let out a deafening roar and charged toward Old Third Chen with a tragic aura.
"Stubborn." Old Third Chen snorted and said disdainfully.
"All of you, attack! Kill them all!”
Old Third Chen held the blade in both hands and stomped heavily on the ground, breaking the bricks. His aura was fierce and violent as he swung the blade at Wang Changde.
The blade wind tore through the air, and Wang Changde's expression tightened. He pushed Song Yao aside with a palm and stepped forward to slash with his blade.
Clang!
The two blades clashed. A deafening metallic sound rang out.
Wang Changde's expression changed drastically. Unable to withstand the force from the saber, he was forced back a few steps.
Intentionally or not, Song Yao was pushed by Wang Changde in Ye Sheng's direction.
Old Third Chen didn't care about Song Yao. He knew that someone else would care.
A bloodthirsty excitement appeared on his face as he brandished his saber and attacked Wang Changde again.
In a trance, Old Third Chen seemed to have transformed into a ferocious tiger, his aura extremely ferocious.
Wang Changde's mind was impacted, and the pressure increased greatly.
The two of them used their saber techniques and fought together.
Wang Changde's Azure Frost Saber Technique was obviously more exquisite than Chen Laosan's.
But whether it was strength or speed, Wang Changde was far inferior to Old Third Chen.
Under Old Third Chen's ferocious attacks, Wang Changde could only defend himself. He retreated again and again, feeling that he would not be able to hold on any longer!
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