And these three people are naturally disciples of Sword Valley, the man is called Su Yun, and the other two women are his junior sisters.

Wang Lin smiled evilly, he had never failed when it came to the prey he wanted.

The fierce aura permeated Wang Lin's body, and the noise on the scene also dissipated, and the silence on the entire top floor was terrifying.

Raising his glass, Wang Lin looked at the woman below him condescendingly, smiled evilly, and its terrifying coercion permeated out, enveloping the woman's figure.

This woman is just an ordinary person, she has no cultivation at all, how can she resist this terrifying coercion, her thin body is constantly trembling, and her eyes are also full of horror.

Under the pressure of this terrifying force, she didn't even have a chance to move, so she could only stand still.

With a faint smile, Wang Lin's figure was slightly curved, the wine glass in his hand poured slightly, and his wine flowed out along the corner of the glass, and a crystal clear thin line emerged.

Under Wang Lin's skillful control, the drink flowed directly into the woman's breast.

The white sè gauze was immediately soaked with wine, and when he looked at it, the white sè gauze also became extremely transparent, Wang Lin smiled evilly, and his gaze fell on the raised part in front of the woman, two protruding small

The red dot stands out.

The woman also noticed the strange appearance in front of Xiong, her face turned crimson for a while, and she wanted to resist with this, but it was a pleasure to fall into Wang Lin's eyes.

Raising his right hand slightly, Wang Lin gently brushed aside the woman's supple length, and when Wang Lin's eyes touched the eye-catching birthmark, the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly froze.

The bright red birthmark was so shocking that Wang Lin felt deceived.

The wine glass fell off from his hand, and Wang Lin directly grabbed the woman's supple length and shook it hard.

A little long was directly caught, and under this force, the woman's figure hit the pillar on the side directly.

There was a dull sound, and the woman's weak body hit the pillar directly.

The woman rolled weakly on the floor several times, and because her throat was out of her throat, the woman didn't even scream.

"It's really a disappointment, I thought I had found a good prey, but it turned out to be an ugly monster, and it really ruined the Yaxing of my son!" Wang Lin said angrily, and after speaking, he kicked out with his right foot and kicked the woman directly.

Bang! The woman's figure hit the pillar behind her directly, and blood dripped down the corner of the woman's mouth, and a trail of blood spread out.

When he caught a glimpse of the bright red birthmark on the woman's cheek, Wang Lin felt disgusted, and he wanted to get up again and kick the woman once or twice.

Seeing this, Su Yun, a disciple of Sword Valley, finally couldn't stand it, and Wang Lin bullied this weak woman with the son of a sect, which was really a loss of Lianyun Sect's demeanor.

Getting up, despite the dissuasion of his two junior sisters, Su Yun got up, but before he could step out, a burst of powerful footsteps sounded in this quiet floor.

The sound of the footsteps was extremely powerful, apparently deliberately made, and everyone looked towards the corner of the stairs, who was it?

Who would offend Wang Lin's anger at this time? For a while, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the corner, and after a few breaths, a figure emerged.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, when did the waiter from the swordsman become so bold?

The whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the waiter glanced at everyone with a pale face, and immediately stood aside, but the sound of his footsteps was still ringing.

A thin figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, stepping on the last step, Ye Chen's indifferent gaze swept around, and then fell on the blood stains on the floor.

Ye Chen stood at the stairs and listened to the music before, so naturally he could hear what was going on here?

Jian Mei frowned slightly, Ye Chen walked directly towards the woman, and when he walked by Wang Lin's side, Wang Lin deliberately snorted coldly, and looked at Ye Chen quite provocatively.

Regarding Wang Lin's provocation, Ye Chen turned a blind eye, his face changed slightly, and he walked forward a few steps quickly, bent down, and inspected the woman's injuries.

The woman's injuries were extremely serious, and with this woman's weak body, how could she withstand Wang Lin's kick.

Ye Chen remembered that Mo Che said that if the eyes are the windows of people's souls, then the sound of the piano is the window of the souls of us piano players.

Although it was only a piano sound, Ye Chen understood it, understood the sadness in the woman's heart, and the helplessness of life oppression.

Blood stains were sprinkled all over the ground, and they also fell on the guqin, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps under the influence of Mo Che, Ye Chen always had an inexplicable good impression of the person who stroked the qin.

Martial artists are the pursuit of martial arts, but for the qin player, what we pursue is only the world of the sound of the qin, not for profit, not for fame, just for the sound of the qin.

Mo Che's whispering still sounded in his ears, Ye Chen got up and helped the mute girl up, and the woman smiled at Ye Chen, this smile was very beautiful.

For a spitting girl, all she can do is smile.

This smile was so miserable, but at this moment, Ye Chen and the Fire Qilin didn't notice that in the Qilin Ring, an inexplicable wisp of shaking flashed on the fourth-generation Moon God Peiyu.

This shaking was very insignificant, and coupled with the Qilin retreat, Ye Chen did not pay attention to it, so neither of them noticed it.

Holding down the woman's back with his right hand, the true qi slowly flowed in the woman's body, straightening out the woman's tumbling blood, and catching a glimpse of the bright red birthmark on the woman's face, the birthmark looked a little familiar at first glance, Ye Chen was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but feel a trance, this birthmark looked like a round of crescent.

Blood dripped, dripping down the corners of the mute girl's mouth, dripping onto the back of Ye Chen's hand, and the blood was a little warm.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen raised his head, his plain gaze began to become extremely sharp, he looked at Wang Lin coldly, and said lightly, "Don't you think it's too much?"

Hearing this, Wang Lin laughed loudly, unscrupulous, but the three of Su Yun next to him saw the blazing anger in his eyes, how could he have been scolded in public, not to mention the young man in front of him!

"Who are you, related to this woman?" Stopping laughing, Wang Lin casually held the long sword behind his back, the long sword was unsheathed, and he stabbed a few swords forward at will, and chuckled: "1 Buzi, it is forgivable for a hero to save the beauty, but the woman you saved is a little ugly, but if you disturb my son's Yaxing, you have to pay the same price as her!"

Before the words fell, Wang Lin's figure took a few steps forward, and in the stunned gazes around him, "The long sword was filled with a fierce sword qi and shot towards Ye Chen.

Everyone didn't expect this Wang Lin to be so weird, and people just said a word and wanted to hurt people.

Ye Chen stood indifferently, his right hand was still pressed behind the dumb girl, and Ye Chen looked at this powerful sword.

At this time, Ye Chen's behavior fell into the eyes of everyone, it was undoubtedly suicide, this Wang Lin was also the sect master of Lianyun Sect, his cultivation was naturally not bad, since this young man dared to be so big.

The two women standing behind Su Yun both sighed slightly, and the woman wearing a white sè light veil said softly: "That young man Lang Tuo is older!"

However, Su Yun next to him didn't think so, looking at Ye Chen's motionless figure, there was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

Just when the sword was about to touch Ye Chen, Ye Chen moved, his left hand was slightly raised, his left finger slowly poked out, and with a slight touch, it happened to point at the tip of Wang Lin's sword, and Wang Lin's figure couldn't help but pause.

Everyone was shocked for a while, looking at the slender fingers, but there was no trace on them.

Everyone couldn't imagine how this finger could resist Wang Lin's fierce blow, as well as the sharp sword qi, especially the young man's grasp of the timing was terrifying.

"Is it a qi martial sword weapon, the quality is not bad!" Ye Chen glanced at the sword, and then said softly, "Do you want to be my enemy?"

In the long sword path, Ye Chen had come into contact with thousands of sword intents, and naturally understood that any kind of sword weapon had a certain spirit to some extent.

However, Ye Chen's casual sentence contains the taste of artistic conception, integrating artistic conception into behavior, and following his words, where the meaning is!

Before Ye Chen's words fell, the sword weapon made a buzzing trembling sound, and from it, Wang Lin sensed a sense of fear1

How is this possible? This is something that Wang Lin has never felt in his sword weapon?a.