Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

On Xuanjing's big screen, the parade is in progress.

　　 "The imperial hero Lin Beichen is invincible."

　　 "Patience with humiliation, a strange man forever."

　　 "Justify the beautiful man Lin Beichen."

　　 "Everyone must know who is protecting us..."

　　 "The Beihai Tianjiao who has protected thousands of people, a true genius!"

　　 "Lin Beichen, the beloved, the idol of Beihai College."

　　 "Come and listen, how do compatriots from Chaohui Dacheng describe Lin Beichen..."

　　 "Beichen pills, Beichen pills."

　　 There are no thousands of strange slogans, wave after wave.

　　 Every young face is filled with excitement.

　　The students arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, like soldiers on the battlefield, and like a torrent of passion, rushing past the main road of the capital!

　　 "The first beautiful man in Beihai is Lin Beichen."

　　 "The goddess favored by Yunmeng City."

　　 "I would like to call Lin Beichen the strongest in Beihai."

　　Especially a guy with a silver mask, he called the most hard, his slogan was very tricky and strange, and his voice was so loud that he won a lot of live footage.

　　 in the tea room.

　　Wei Mingfeng, Huang Shiyu and others all have joking and cruel smiles on their faces.

　　 The curtain of any era must be unveiled through blood after all.

　　 The Beihai Empire has been silent for so many years, and now it is finally beginning to bleed.

　　 is like a Tianlong that is too old to fly. It has been lying on the ground for too long and has lost its deterrent power.

　　 Finally one day, the beasts on the ground no longer feared it, no longer surrendered as they did in the past, and began to show their fangs and rushed to tear its body, when they wanted to consume the dragon blood and dragon meat...

　　 A new era is about to open.

　　 In the baptism of blood and bones, a new king will be born.

　　 And everyone in the tea room felt that they were the right person favored by the great age.

　　 They are waiting for the first drop of blood to flow.

　　 Xuan Jing on the big screen.

　　 The parade went forward and came to the mud foot street.

The Nizu Street is thousands of meters long with towering stone buildings on the left and right. It was originally the camp of Fujiawei, one of the sixty-six guards in the capital. Later, the guard station was mobilized. This area was abandoned and a residential building was developed on the site of the original military camp Area……

　　 "Hehe, it's noon."

　　 There was a cruel smile on Wei Mingfeng's face.

　　 Through the Xuanjing big screen that was live broadcast, he stared at Yuan Wenjun and others walking in the front, as if he had already seen it, the next moment blood spurted from the necks of these people like a fountain.

　　 "Ten, nine, eight..."

　　 Huang Shiyu smiled.

　　 He is like a **** of death dancing with his feet on his feet, making the final countdown to a cruel harvest of life.

　　 The others also put down their cups, held their breath, and waited for the **** curtain of the new era to be slowly opened.

　　 Xuanjing on the big screen.

　　 The parade crowd passed the mud foot street one by one.

　　 The smile on Wei Mingfeng's face gradually solidified.

　　 The original cruel look turned into a sharp and complete shock in the eyes under the eyebrows.

　　 "Three, two, one...one...one...one?"

　　 At the end of the countdown, Huang Shiyu did not wait for Huang Shiyu who came to study abroad. He read the word ‘one’ more than a dozen times, and finally the whole person became stupid: "What's the matter?"

　　 He looked at the timer beside him.

　　 That's right.

　　 The agreed time has passed.

　　Why didn’t the expected killing come?

　　 Nie Shanyan, Qin Yumin and others also noticed something wrong.

　　 Mud Foot Street is the first place for hands-on.

　　 And the target is the leaders of the student movement at the front of the crowd.

　　The plan is very simple. Even if you can't kill all of them, you just need to kill a few of them, only bleeding and death, which is enough to arouse the anger of the more than 40,000 students and make things worse.

　　 But now?

　　 The parade successfully passed through the mud foot street.

　　 Everything is calm.

　　 Huang Shiyu's face was gloomy.

　　 He got up and said, "I'll go and see."

　　 out of the tea room.

　　 After about a cup of tea, Huang Shiyu walked back quickly.

　　 There is a look of horror on that white, fat face.

　　 Huang Shiyu walked quickly back into the tea room. Under all the eager gazes, he saluted Wei Mingfeng and said, "Master Wei, things are not quite right. The people we arranged were pulled out in advance."

　　 In the tea room, there was a vague sound of inhaling air-conditioning.

　　 They vaguely know a little about the arrangement of candidates for Mudfoot Street.

　　The selections are all martial arts masters.

　　 There are six in total.

　　 Among them is a sixth-level martial arts master who was born in Xiaojie Jianyuan and is good at assassination.

　　Six martial arts masters like this were unplugged in silence?

　　Think carefully and fear.

　　All the people present have a vague sense of bad feeling in their hearts.

　　 Wei Mingfeng's eyebrows moved, as if two long knives were hacking.

　　 This is his characteristic signature movement when he is thinking.

　　 "Keep watching."

　　He slowly said.

　　 This time, he didn't smash the teacup on Huang Shiyu's forehead in anger.

　　Because it was different from the fact that the content of the student parade was not noticed in advance, this time the six masters of martial arts were silently pulled out, which was beyond Huang Shiyu's ability, and it was not a mistake.

　　 The atmosphere in the tea room began to become weird.

　　 There were talking and laughing before, and the officials of the Wei family who imagined the future quietly beat a drum in their hearts.

　　 Many times, the situation is beyond control, often starting with a small matter.

　　 On Xuanjing’s big screen, the parade continued.

　　 passed through several predetermined killing locations one after another, but nothing happened.

　　 In the tea room, the expressions of everyone became more and more solemn.

　　 In the end, the eyes of several people flickered.

problem occurs.

　　 Something big happened.

If there was an accident in a killing point, or it was guarded by secret opponents, it is still reasonable, but dozens of killing points have been cracked silently without exception, and there is no news. It came in advance, this...

　　 is definitely a heavyweight opponent, it's over.

　　 Wei Mingfeng's knife eyebrows surging more and more frequently.

　　 He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows.

　　Only he knows that in the parade, he also secretly planted dozens of spies, all of which were prepared to hack and hack, and as a result...it was silent.

　　 What kind of person can do this?

　　 "It's gone."

　　 Wei Mingfeng waved his hand.

　　 When a big problem really happened, he was the coolest one.

　　 Everyone got up, saluted him, and prepared to leave.

at this time--

　　咚咚咚.

　　 The knock on the door sounded again.

　　 Huang Shiyu frowned and went to open the door.

　　 To his great surprise, it was not the housekeeper Huang Zhong who stood outside the door.

　　 is a fat man with fair eyes and fair eyes, dressed in white, holding a drumstick in his hand, and gnawing wildly.

　　 Beside the Fatty White, two stunningly beautiful girls stood.

　　 One of them is rolling up his sleeves, with an extremely violent expression, not only does not reduce the score, but on the contrary, it gives her the beautiful and beautiful white goose egg face, which adds the ultimate charm.

　　 Another beautiful girl with a beautiful appearance that is not inferior to the sleeves, there is a soft temperament between the eyebrows, and the beautiful girl who is pulling the sleeves seems to be persuading something.

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 Huang Shiyu frowned and asked.

　　What's the matter with Huang Zhong, who entered the mansion irrelevantly?

　　 Huang Zhong did not appear.

On the contrary, it is the little fat man who eats chicken thighs. He raised his head and smiled, and said, "Master Huang, don't get me wrong, don't cry, don't be nervous, we are not here to make a meal, nor are we here to make trouble. …"

　　 Saying here, the little fat man gave a slight pause, threw the awkwardly clean chicken thigh bones on the ground, wiped his hands, and said one by one: "We are here to kill."