As soon as he thought of these four words, Jiang Chen's back spine had begun to feel faintly cold, and then, his mind immediately searched for all the records about Suo Ming Tsing Yi.

Nickname: Tsing Yi.

Real name: Li Cunxiao.

Age: twenty.

Teacher: Sword Thirty.

Preferences: No.

Features: Dressed in green clothes, not good at talking, fast sword out of the sheath, no one can beat.

Note: His wife Ding Yuehua eloped with her best friend Lan Yutang, and her whereabouts are still unknown. The master and his father-in-law, Jian Thirty, died violently three months ago, and left a will after his death, asking him to go on a date with the one on Burial Sword Island twenty years ago on October 15.

These are all the information about Tsing Yi in the rivers and lakes.

He looked at the two men in the car again.

The two people were half-lying on the car, although there was no curtain on the car, but they could only see half of their bodies, but they could see that they were two people, a man and a woman.

The woman was beautiful and young, sitting near the door, leaning sideways on the man's shoulder, this woman was a little raw, as if she was not a character in the rivers and lakes.

The man was about twenty years old, and although half of his face was covered by the woman, the half of his face that could be seen was pale and bloodless.

He was dressed in black, and he was not equipped with a sword, but he could not see clearly because he was blocked by the woman.

Although it is not possible to determine whether this person is the life-seeking Tsing Yi from the appearance and characteristics for the time being, from Bai Muyun's reverent look towards him, as well as the endless murderous aura felt on this person's body, he has slowly felt that this person is likely to be the life-seeking Tsing Yi.

Although Bai Muyun is his friend, he has no friendship with him, so he suddenly appears now, and it is likely that he is here to help the Feng family.

Originally, Bai Muyun was already difficult enough to deal with, but now, even Tsing Yi has come, it seems that things are becoming more and more complicated.

He really didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this, let alone that Bai Muyun would really treacherously help Zhuo Bufan.

Therefore, seeing that Lei Tingen suddenly sneered at Bai Muyun now, he couldn't help but get nervous.

However, even if he wanted to stop it, it seemed that it was too late, so he had to be secretly anxious on the side, and then, he pulled his corner and said in a low voice: Master Lei, Bai Gongzi, he ......

It's good that he didn't dissuade him, but if he dissuaded him like this, Lei Tingen's anger immediately ignited.

Lei Tingen glared at him fiercely, and his eyes almost began to breathe fire, as if he felt that this Jiang Chen was really too rude, and he actually grew the momentum of others and destroyed his own prestige.

At the beginning, he actually praised this iris boy like a fairy, but as a result, there was a pustule, so he couldn't help but shout at him, and said:

What is him, I know, this bullshit iris is your friend, but if he doesn't get out of the way, I can't kill him.

Hearing Lei Tingen's scolding, Jiang Chen immediately felt ashamed again, and quickly lowered his head, and even began to dripble in cold sweat from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and he didn't know whether he was afraid of Lei Tingen, or Bai Gongzi, or the mysterious person in the car.

His lips quirmed, but he couldn't say a word.

However, Bai Muyun, who was on the fork of the broken carriage just now, snorted coldly at him, pouted and said: Who said that I am his friend, I am a white person, how can I have such a servant friend?

Jiang Chen's face immediately turned blue and red for a while, extremely ugly, like a half-cooked crab.

Lei Tingen looked at Jiang Chen, who was ashamed, and then looked at the extremely proud Bai Gongzi, and sneered: Hmph, I think you should be honored to have such a slave friend, because he is my slave, I don't know how many people in this world want to be my slave I don't agree.

Bai Muyun didn't answer, and didn't even look at him.

He suddenly jumped down from the wheels, turned to the door, and the look on his face began to become respectful, and then, owing, he said softly to the pale-faced man in the carriage:

Excuse me, can you delay for a while, just for a while, I just want to solve some small personal matters by the way, I won't delay for too long, please rest assured, I will never delay the two of you.

Everyone had thought that the two people in the carriage who looked almost half-dead were already asleep, and the two people did seem to be asleep.

However, what made them feel strange was that after hearing Bai Muyun's words, the pale-faced man who had been half-lying in the car suddenly replied: Before October 15, as long as you can get to Burial Sword Island.

Bai Muyun nodded as if he had received the emperor's holy decree, and said softly: This must be, definitely, I will definitely not delay the guest's trip.

Now, the personal matters I have to deal with will only take half an hour, and maybe it won't take half an hour.

Speaking of this, he turned back and smiled lightly at Zhuo Bufan.

Then, he jumped down from the carriage, walked in front of Feng Yifei, pointed at Lei Tingen and said to him: Feng Gongzi, actually, I don't want to care about the grievances between you, I just want to cut off this person's tongue, this person's mouth is so bad, I want to make him unable to speak in the future.

However, Feng Yifei still insisted: Lei Tingen is my enemy, and no one is allowed to kill him.

Bai Muyun smiled and said, "I don't want to kill him, Feng Gongzi, I promise you, I will never kill him, I just want to cut out his tongue, that's all."

With that said, he's taken a step forward.

On Lei Tingen's side, two palanquin men had already greeted him.

It's the two palanquin bearers with intact arms.

They unleashed the ghost-headed broadsword in their hands, forming a semi-encircling posture against Bai Gongzi, blocking in front of Lei Tingen, forming an indestructible human wall, a wall that no one could pass through.

Judging from the body shape and footwork they used, as well as the fierce momentum on their bodies, these two sedan chair drivers are probably even higher than the two sedan chair drivers just now.

Their light skills are no longer matched, and their sword skills have reached the first-class realm.

As long as they struck, no one would be able to escape from their knives.

They have this self-confidence.

When they looked at Bai Muyun, they were also looking at the knife in their hands, as if they had already decided that the proud and conceited young man in front of them was about to become a ghost under their own knife.

Their broadswords were large and thick, and they were almost like two doors across their chests, but when they held them in their hands, they were as light as if they were holding a handle of wood.

Not only are their knife skills exquisite, but their strength is also amazing, if they don't have a thousand catties of strength on their arms, how can they afford such a heavy knife, and how can they use such exquisite knife skills.

This time, not only Lei Tingen believed, but even they themselves absolutely believed that with their blow, the white boy in front of him would definitely be split into eighteen white iris shoulder boys, and none of them were living iris shoulder boys.

They smirked and slowly pressed towards Bai Gongzi, slowly, slowly...... It's like two cats slowly approaching mice.

When they thought it was time to make a move, they did.

Two people, two knives, and two thrilling ghost head knives, just in an instant, they slashed towards Bai Gongzi.

When the two ghost-headed broadswords slashed down in the air, they seemed to be carrying a thousand thunderbolts, destroying the madness of withering and decaying, and it seemed to be blowing quietly and lightly.

Then, at that moment, he suddenly changed his posture, and from an angle that no one would have thought of, he used a move that no one could have imagined, and both of them slashed down.

Everyone saw that they were obviously still standing more than ten feet away, but in just an instant, their knives had already been forced on top of Bai Muyun's head.

One left and one right, the coordination is so wonderful that it is like a coffin together, and suddenly Bai Muyun is only shrouded in it, and his head is about to be shattered into several petals.