Chapter 35 Who Are You?

Just when Tushan Yiyi was still thinking about how to "spread the scandal" later, Wang Quanbaye had already made a move in front of him.

Snap!

As Wang Quanbaye's figure moved slightly, everyone present felt a sudden blur in front of their eyes, and then there was a muffled sound, and Wen Bolin's hand holding the waiter's chin was slapped away by Wang Quanbaye with the hilt of his sword.

"Ah!"

Wang Quanbaye's speed was so fast that Wen Bolin didn't react at all. After a second of stunned, he covered his hand and screamed.

"Who are you? ! ! How dare you attack me, do you know who I am?"

Wen Bolin seemed a little stunned. Obviously, Wang Quanbaye had called out his name before he attacked, but he still had to emphasize it again. The meaning was very clear, just short of calling my father Zhang Erhe directly.

Wang Quanbaye ignored him, but first helped the injured waiter to the restaurant owner, and then looked back at Wen Bolin coldly.

"I know how, so what if I don't know?"

Wen Bolin gritted his teeth. No one had ever dared to attack him in their Wen family's territory since he was a child!

"You're looking for death!"

Sizzle!

As the magic power around Wen Bolin surged, purple lightning began to jump up from his body. The next second, he suddenly punched Wang Quan Baiye.

Wang Quan Baiye was not at all flustered. He did not move his feet at all, and did not even draw his sword. He just stood there and quietly watched Wen Bolin rushing towards him.

Although he could not see any expression on his face because of the mask, his eyes were full of disdain and sarcasm.

Just when Wen Bolin's fist was about to hit Wang Quan Baiye, Wang Quan Baiye held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and gently pushed Wen Bolin's fist away. At the same time, he kicked out and kicked Wen Bolin back to the original place.

"The Thunderbolt Combat Body is indeed the best in the field of Thunder Dao, but unfortunately, you can't even exert one ten-thousandth of your physical strength now..."

Wang Quanbaye shook his head with a look of regret. He really felt sorry for Wen Bolin's behavior of wasting his talent from the bottom of his heart.

In today's world, the demon race is strong and the Dao League is weak. It has become an indisputable fact.

The demon race has four demon kings in the east, west, south and north, but the demon king-level combat power of the Yiqi Dao League is now only Wang Quan Shouzhuo, the current head of the Wang Quan family, and Dongfang Guyue, the owner of Shenhuoshan Manor.

Especially as Wang Quan Shouzhuo's health is getting worse day by day, and the old hero Dongfang Guyue is also getting older day by day, the overall strength of the Yiqi Dao League has begun to decline.

If these young people of the new generation don't work hard to shoulder the future of the Yiqi Dao League, then sooner or later, humans will return to the dark age of being used as blood food by monsters at will!

This is also the reason why Wang Quanbaye and others left the superior environment at home and went out to fight incognito with masks.

"Who do you think you are? You are not worthy of being pointed at by me!"

Wen Bolin got up from the ground, holding his stomach, his eyes full of dissatisfaction with Wang Quan Baiye.

Seeing that Wen Bolin was still stubborn, Wang Quan Baiye sighed helplessly.

Clang!

As he slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, a sword intent that seemed to pierce the sky instantly enveloped Wen Bolin in front of him.

"This is..."

Wen Bolin's pupils suddenly shrank, and cold sweat began to flow down his forehead uncontrollably.

He wanted to move his body, but found that no matter how he struggled, his body could not move at all!

He had been completely locked by this powerful sword intent!

After recognizing this terrible reality, Wen Bolin's heart gradually fell into despair as he watched Wang Quan Baiye slowly raise his sword.

"Cut!"

The sword energy flashed by, bringing up strands of hair.

Wen Bolin closed his eyes tightly, as if to welcome the arrival of the god of death, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no pain on his neck.

"Hmm? Is it because his sword is too fast?"

With a head full of doubts, Wen Bolin slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the sword energy just now only cut off a strand of his hair and dissipated, without hurting him at all.

Such a delicate swordsmanship, looking at the entire Yiqi Dao League, how many people can do it?

Wen Bolin lost, and lost sincerely.

"I lost, why don't you kill me?" After losing the restraint of the sword, Wen Bolin also knelt on the ground with his whole body limp.

Wang Quanbaiye sheathed his sword and slowly said: "The Dao League is in need of people. Instead of killing you here, it is better to keep your life to fight against monsters and protect the people one day in the future.

Wen Bolin, wake up early, when the nest is overturned, there will be no eggs left intact. One day, when the Yiqi Dao League can no longer resist the invasion of monsters, how long can you maintain the carefree days you enjoy?"

After persuading him again, Wang Quanbaiye's tone suddenly changed.

"That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself. I'll spare your life today, but if I see you oppressing the people again in the future, I'll kill you!"

After saying that, Wang Quan Baiye turned around and left without looking back, leaving only a cool back view for everyone. In the background, Wen Bolin sat on the ground, lowered his head and began to reflect on what Wang Quan Baiye said.

"Who is this swordsman with a mask? So strong! So handsome!"

"He, Wen Bolin, has come to this day! It's not that I don't want to take revenge, but the time has not come yet! Bah!"

"I heard that recently a group of young geniuses who call themselves masks suddenly appeared in various places of the Dao League. They are fighting for justice everywhere. Could it be them?"

"Really? But how come I heard that it was this group of masks that blew up the ancestral tomb of the Gao family in Huangling City?"

"Emm, I really don't know about this..."

...

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Wang Quanbaiye's originally happy mood became depressed again at this moment.

Which bastard blew up the ancestral tomb of others, and pretended to be their masks and framed them! It's so wicked!

Originally, they were investigating in Huangling City, but they were suddenly wanted by the Gao family, forcing them to give up their original plan and run back in disgrace.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

At this moment, even with Wang Quanbaiye's usual excellent self-cultivation, I couldn't help but want to curse when I thought of this matter.

Inexplicably, I took the blame for the wickedness of the ancestral tomb. Who wouldn't be angry if this happened to them?

"Damn it, don't let me find out who did this, or I will..."

Just when Wang Quanbaiye was about to say something cruel in his heart, a childish voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Big brother with a mask, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Wang Quanbaiye turned his head and saw Tushan Yiyi behind him, smiling and waving to him.

"Little brother, is it you? ! ! Why are you in Leijue City?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Wang Quanbaiye's mind, but the next second, he instantly realized that something was wrong.

How could an ordinary child come to Leijue City from the remote Huangling City so quickly?

Recalling the scene where the child suddenly disappeared as soon as he entered the Gao family, Wang Quanbaiye's mouth began to twitch slightly.

"Who are you? Did you do that?"

"No, no, you are framing me. Why would I blow up someone's ancestral grave for no reason?"

Faced with Wang Quanbaiye's question, Tushan Yiyi shook his head and denied it three times without hesitation.

He would never admit this matter, he said, if he put on the mask, it was the "mask" who did it, you want to catch the "mask", what does it have to do with me, Tushan Yiyi?

Wang Quanbaye was so angry that his body was shaking, he was almost certain now that it was Tushan Yiyi who did it!

I haven't said anything yet, how do you know I'm talking about blowing up someone's ancestral grave? ! ! !

If there weren't so many people around and Tushan Yiyi looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, he really wanted to draw his sword and chop him twice to vent his anger!

"Whose child are you? Where is your adult? I want to see him!"

Wang Quanbaye still thinks Tushan Yiyi is just an "ordinary" human naughty child, which shows the power of the divine mask and the degree of control Tushan Yiyi has over his demonic power.

"My parents?"

"Yes!"

"Let me think about it. My parents died when I was born. If I were to talk about the only adult who was related to me, then my master should be the only one left."

"What about your master?"

"Oh, she is still imprisoned in Tushan."

"Tushan? Imprisoned?"

Wang Quanbaiye's brain crashed again. Tushan? Sounds familiar. Wait, isn't that...

Just then, in the distance, a man with a third eye on his forehead suddenly shouted to Wang Quanbaiye: "Brother, be careful, there's something wrong with that kid!"

In fact, he didn't need to remind him at all. The moment Tushan Yiyi said Tushan, Wang Quanbaiye realized that something was wrong.

Clang!

Wang Quanbaiye took a step back and drew out the long sword in his hand instantly, pointing the sword directly at Tushan Yiyi, who was still smiling and looking normal.

"Who are you?!!"

Happy New Year everyone!