"What? Are these two people 'Blooded Snakes'?"

Many wealthy tourists in the inn were shocked. In recent years, people in the underworld in the Yellow River area, if they are in the dark hearts and the hot hands, few people can be on this "Blue Blood Snake". I heard that the red cloak they wore was stained with blood.

The ugly man with a dark face smiled and said, "You still recognize us, but your eyes are not blind yet."

Zhuge Lei gritted his teeth and said, "Since you two are interested in this bag, what else can you say? Please... please take it."

But just as Zhuge Lei finished speaking, a cold young man with three scars on his face, a tall figure, and a golden dress appeared next to the table at some point and picked up the bag that Zhuge Lei placed on the table.

The young man had a pair of dead gray eyes, but he was Jing Wuming.

When he appeared, the middle-aged Luo Tuo in the inn and the big beard beside him showed a deep solemn expression on his face.

"Let go of your burden!"

When the two snakes of the bloody snakes saw the bag they were targeting, they were actually taken first by others. They were furious and immediately pulled out two slender soft swords, turning into two green afterimages, strangling Jing Wuming.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire inn seemed to drop sharply, filled with cold murderous intent, and many wealthy tourists in the world seemed to shivering.

Bixue made a quick move with both hands, but they stopped faster... They had just jumped up, and then they both fell to the ground with two bangs.

They both covered a blood hole in their throats with blood gushing, their teeth roared, and their faces showed fear of death and infinite attachment to life. Finally, they slowly stiffened their bodies and lost their breath.

The entire inn seemed to have a gust of cold wind blew over, and many wealthy tourists in the world looked at Jing Wuming with indifferent eyes with trembling, as if they had seen a god of death.

"I don't know what this young man is from!"

Li Xunhuan stared at Jing Wuming deeply, sighing in his heart that a generation of new people in the world changed to old people. He just discovered an unfathomable master, and now he discovered a terrible swordsman who seemed to be born for killing.

"Young Master, don't you really appreciate a young swordsman I met not long ago? Which one is more powerful than the young swordsman in front of you?"

Tie Chuanjia asked curiously.

Li Xunhuan pondered for a moment and said, "If they face off, the outcome will be between 55 and 5... But I believe that in a few years, the young swordsman I met on the road will be better than the swordsman in front of me.

Because the young swordsman's eyes were filled with love for life. The swordsman in front of him was a deserted tomb. Although the man was still alive, he was dead."

Tie Chuanjia scratched his hair, and it was a bit difficult to understand what his young master meant. Although he understood every word, he was blinded by these words when they were connected together.

"Do you have any comments?"

Jing Wuming turned his head, looked at Zhuge Lei with his dead gray eyes, and said expressionlessly.

"No...no comment."

Zhuge Lei looked at the corpse of the two snakes of the blood. How could he dare to have any opinions? The things inside the bag are good, but his life is more important.

Under the fearful eyes of the inn, Jing Wuming walked to Ning Que's table with his bag and said respectfully: "Gangmaster, you have the things."

He said, then put down his bag.

Everyone in the inn looked at Ning Que in shock, wondering what Ning Que's identity was that he could make such a terrifying killing god as Jing Wuming respectfully.

"What is this person's identity?"

Li Xunhuan's face also became solemn. It would be terrible that Ning Que's strength was unfathomable, but it would be terrible to be able to conquer subordinates like Jing Wuming.

Ruo Ning Que and Jing Wuming join forces, who else is their opponent in the world?

Ning Que nodded to Jing Wuming lightly, opened the bag in front of everyone, and took out a golden silk armor.

"Is this the golden silk armor? The defense is pretty good, but that's it."

Ning Que took a casual look at the golden silk armor and put it back into his baggage.

In the inn, when many heroes from the world saw Ning Que take out the golden silk armor, a hint of heat appeared in their eyes and their breathing became heavy.

Since the plum blossom thief who had both sex and wealth reappeared, everyone who had little assets in the world was in danger, and women with a little beauty could not sleep or eat.

More than ninety families have secretly agreed that no matter who kills the plum blossom thief, they will divide up 10% of their family wealth and give it to him, which is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Lin Xian'er, recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world, threatened that no matter how old or young monks, she would marry him as long as he could get rid of the plum blossom thieves.

Therefore, whether for money or sex, I don’t know how many people dream of killing the plum blossom thief.

Anyone who died at the hands of the plum blossom thief would be injured on his chest.

Therefore, many people in the world believe that as long as the fatal blow of the plum blossom thief is blocked, they will have the opportunity to kill the plum blossom thief.

The golden silk armor is the treasure that blocks the fatal blow of the plum blossom thief.

Therefore, all people in the world are eager to get the golden silk armor.

Now that Ning Que actually took out the golden silk yarn in front of everyone, many people almost couldn't help but feel their impulse.

However, when they saw Jing Wuming standing respectfully beside Ning Que, they forcibly suppressed their inner impulse... This young man like a god of killing was so terrible.

Ning Que glanced at the people in the inn lightly, then grew up, picked up the bag with golden erotica, and returned to the guest room he had booked before.

It came quietly late at night.

Ning Que sat at the tea table, savoring the tea while waiting for someone... He knew that this person would definitely come back.

"The guest arrived late at night, so don't come in and sit down?"

Suddenly, Ning Que said to the outside of the door.

A loud laughter came from outside the door: "If you invite me in rashly, aren't you afraid that I will make a mistake?"

The person who came laughed and pushed the door open and closed the door again after coming in.

Those who came in were men in blue. He was not short or too tall. He looked leisurely and casual, but his face was blue and infiltrating and gloomy, as if he was wearing a mask, and as if this was his original appearance.

However, this person has a pair of moving eyes, which is really inconsistent with his face.

"For the golden silk armor?"

Ning Que calmly tasted a sip of tea, turned his head and said to the man in green.

The man in green did not answer Ning Que's words, but said in a deep voice: "Many people are so scared that they are lost when they see my hands, but you are very calm."

As he said that, he raised his hands, wearing a pair of dark green iron gloves, which looked ugly and clumsy, but its color was terrifying at first glance.

"Rumored by the martial arts world, there are seven poisons, the most poisonous green demon hand...but, even if the real green demon hand Yi Hui appears in front of me, he will become a dead green demon hand, not to mention, you are not the real green demon hand."
Chapter completed!