Chapter 124 He Is the Most Feared Martial Arts Master in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 124 He is the supreme martial artist who is feared by the world! [Update 2]

The dry night wind blew away the clouds, revealing the moon hidden behind them.

The moonlight dyed the girl's eyebrows and eyes silver-white, as if coated with a layer of frost, as cold as snow.

This is a face that is too stunning, and you will never forget it at first sight.

But the powerful spirit emanating from the girl's body overwhelmed the impact of her appearance at this moment.

"Boom!"

Manghu's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Faced with such a face, he could not have any distracting thoughts or desires in his heart, only fear.

"Tell me, how do you want to kill me?" Ye Wanlan looked calm, "If you can satisfy me, I can cooperate with you."

Hearing this, Manghu realized that the girl in front of him was Ye Wanlan himself, whom he had talked about before, but he couldn't believe it.

Can you control your aura freely? Everyone in the underworld will be a substitute?

But the information certainly cannot be wrong. Is there something wrong with it?

Manghu shook his head, and when he came back to his senses, he just felt a little funny.

No matter how strong her aura is, she is still a little girl?

The number of people whose lives he has touched is probably older than her age!

"Ye Wanlan, I have to say it, you are indeed very courageous to take the initiative to find me." Manghu smiled, "In order to reward your courage, I decided-"

"Bang!"

Ye Wanlan did not give Manghu a chance to finish his words. She raised her legs and kicked the nearly 1.9-meter-tall man to the ground with a roundhouse kick.

She lowered her head and asked indifferently: "How did you survive until now with so much nonsense?"

Ye Wanlan was still wearing the pair of stiletto heels, but the shoes did not affect her ability to move, but increased her attack power.

After Manghu fell to the ground, he, a martial artist, was unable to get up in the first time. He only felt pain all over his body.

Just like what is described in martial arts novels, it seems that after being pressed on an unknown acupoint, the whole body will be affected.

He wanted to get up, but his knee was stepped on by the 8cm high heel.

The heel was like a sharp blade, piercing into the flesh.

Manghu screamed, sweat broke out on his forehead in pain, and he didn't even react at this moment why he fell down!

Ye Wanlan's eyebrows were still indifferent, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, but his feet had already used internal force silently.

With a "click" sound, the bone at Manghu's knee was broken.

The more surging pain like a wave came, he howled in pain, and felt that his left leg had no feeling.

Ye Wanlan was very calm, and turned his head to ask Binghe and Tiema politely: "Your master wants to break his leg like this, right? Or something else?"

"Yes... yes, yes!" Binghe was sweating coldly and shaking uncontrollably.

Three months ago, they came to Jiangcheng. Jiangcheng was not on the border, and it was an international metropolis. There were very few criminal incidents, and Binghe and Tiema were also very free.

This was the first time he saw Ye Wanlan take action.

At this moment, Binghe really realized that-

Ye Wanlan looked elegant and gentle on the surface, but in fact he was a violent killer, comparable to their young master!

Binghe even felt a little sympathetic to Manghu. Why did he provoke these two people when he could not provoke anyone else?

"Okay, then let's break it off like this." Ye Wanlan retracted his foot and said lightly, "You can take him away. I can't sleep at night, so I'll go and talk to your husband."

Binghe dared not refuse: "Miss Ye, please come this way."

Tiema used the sack that had been prepared long ago to put Manghu, who had fainted, and carried the sack and followed Binghe.

**

In the dark, a bucket of water was poured down, and Manghu woke up slowly.

But as soon as he woke up, before he could fully open his eyes to see where he was, his broken leg bone was hit again.

"Ah——!" Manghu couldn't help but scream out in pain, and the smell of rust came out of his throat. He was a little short of breath.

"Manghu, real name Tong Keli, born in Jiangcheng after the 1980s." A voice said slowly, "At the age of eight, he worshipped Master Yan as his adoptive father. Ten years ago, he turned over a new leaf and secretly killed dozens of innocent people..."

Manghu was shocked.

Who is the owner of the voice? How could he know his life from childhood to adulthood, and even how many lives he had stained on his hands? !

After Yan Tingfeng finished speaking, his eyelashes drooped, and he gently summed it up in four words: "The crime is unforgivable."

"Who are you? Do you know who is protecting me?" Manghu was shocked and angry, "If you really dare to touch me, Brother Xu will not let you go!"

"Who do you want to find?" Yan Tingfeng lost his patience, lowered his head, and smiled, "Xu Lu?"

His foot just stepped on Manghu's hand, and another burst of heart-wrenching pain came.

Manghu couldn't even wail now. He curled up in pain and lost all feeling in his limbs.

From the time he was brought here till now, he hadn't even seen the man's face clearly!

He just listened to how gentle his tone was, but how cruel he was.

What did he do to offend such a person? !

Yan Tingfeng slowly moved his feet away: "You guys handle the rest. Bureau 723 collects evidence of his crime and hands it over to the law."

"Yes, young master!" Binghe snorted coldly and dragged the struggling Manghu away.

For what Manghu had done over the years, the death penalty was not excessive.

Yan Tingfeng wiped his hands clean and took out the long knife he carried with him.

Ye Wanlan, who walked in with a glass of juice, caught a glimpse of the knife and her eyes fixed: "This knife..."

Yan Tingfeng looked up and smiled gently: "What's wrong with this knife?"

"Nothing." Ye Wanlan shook his head slightly, "It looks like an antique, and it's quite old."

"It's an antique." Yan Tingfeng smiled and nodded, and actually pushed forward the weapon that he never left and would never give to others, "Touch it?"

Ye Wanlan placed his hand on the blade that was shining with cold light.

As if sensing something, the blade trembled slightly, as if responding to something.

Ye Wanlan's fingers stroked from the blade to the handle, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good knife."

"Good knife?" Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, "But it has drunk the blood of many people."

"Weapons are for self-defense, not invasion." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "If there is an enemy, you should kill him."

Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes moved slightly: "This is the first time I've heard such a statement, but after thinking about it, it is not wrong."

"You just asked me what's wrong with this knife. I just remembered the owner of Shenxiao Tower." Ye Wanlan thought for a moment and said, "The unofficial history wrote that he was a disciple of the Sword Saint, but he used the knife as a sword and realized the truth on his own. His knife skills were peerless and the best in the world. His martial arts were even better than his master, the Sword Saint."

This was not unofficial history, but the information handed to her by her secret guard.

At that time, when talking about knives in the martial arts world, everyone only thought of the owner of Shenxiao Tower.

Of course, the owner of Shenxiao Tower was indeed mysterious and never revealed his name to the public.

People in the Jianghu respectfully call him "Lord", and those who are close to him in Shenxiao Tower call him "Young Master".

Yan Tingfeng's eyes gradually became deep, but a smile spread on his lips: "There is such a wild history? This is the first time I have heard of it."

There are very few records about him in history books.

Although Shenxiao Tower has had many exchanges with the court, and Ning Zhaozong has sent people to give gifts many times, he is a Jianghu person after all, and the historians always only write about him superficially and pass it over.

There is absolutely no record in history books that he was a disciple of the Sword Saint.

How could a random wild history be accidentally hit?

It's just that the vast Jianghu in the past was so grand that even the martial arts novels with great imagination today can't depict even a third of the grand scene.

The Taiyi doctor who resurrected the dead and fought against the sky; the Taisu fortune teller with ingenuity!

The Shen Ce Army who inherited the will of the founding marshal of the Ning Dynasty and guarded Shenzhou with 8,000 long spears!

A stunning dance of the Phoenix Yuan, a heavenly musician who broke the formation with a song that shocked the world!

There are also two major sects, Penglai Mountain and Beiming Sect, which inherit Taoist magic. Although the two sects have been secluded in the mountains for many years, one can speak and the other can seize the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.

With the six major sects as the leader, plus a swordsman who appears and disappears, and wields a sword all over the world, a huge and vast world is outlined.

Ning Dynasty's national strength is the best in the world, and half of it is due to the world.

"Yes, I have read a lot of unofficial history." Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "You said last time that you like Princess Yongning, so you should have read all her unofficial history."

Yan Tingfeng shook his head: "I just want to understand her from real events, otherwise it's too illusory."

Now no one knows that three hundred years ago, he already knew Princess Yongning very well.

Their names have been mentioned together many times, and the only thing missing is meeting.

Over the years, Yan Tingfeng has regretted it.

He thought at that time that they were still young and there would be many opportunities to meet in the future.

After all, as the crown prince, she will be in charge of the temple in the future, and he is the leader of the martial arts world, and he will unify the world. There will definitely be a lot of communication between them, and he can wait for a suitable opportunity.

But who would have thought that this wait would never come again.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wanlan spoke, pulling Yan Tingfeng's thoughts back.

He came back to his senses, with a gentle look: "Nothing, it's too late, I'd better send Miss Ye back to rest."

**

The next day.

Lin Yue didn't sleep well all night, and when he closed his eyes, he saw Lin Wuyu's face covered with blood.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he entered the First Hospital unbearably.

When he found that Lin Wuyu's condition was normal, Lin Yue was stunned.

Could it be that things were not what he thought?

Lin Yue spoke carefully: "Mom, did you, did you sleep well last night?"

One sentence made the ward quiet.

Lin Wuyu looked at him: "Why do you ask that?"

Lin Yue opened his mouth: "I--"

"If you don't say it, I'll say it for you." Ye Wanlan stood at the door with her arms folded, "Aunt, this is what happened."

"Ye Wanlan, shut up!" Lin Yue panicked and rushed forward to strangle her neck.

I used to have a martial arts dream, and Sister Lan added some new elements to this book~~

The get out of class was a little late, see you tomorrow~~