The boss suddenly smiled and said: "You have to be careful after all.
Look at the clothes I'm wearing today, don't you think they look good?"
"Uh" Zhao Yufan looked at the boss in astonishment and couldn't help but nodded, although he felt that this suit of clothes did not match the boss.
Not only did he feel that the clothes did not match the boss, but Baisha and Lengfeng also felt the same way, and the Four-finger Sword Demon also felt the same way.
However, the Four-finger Sword Demon knew more things than Zhao Yufan and the others, so the boss's clothes Although the clothes may seem inappropriate now, at a certain moment, this outfit is the most appropriate thing to wear on the boss.
The boss didn't talk about his clothes just now.
Zhao Yufan and others haven't felt it yet.
After being reminded by the boss, they always feel that the boss's clothes are very awkward and weird.
It can even make them feel inexplicable fear after seeing it too much.
"My robe," the boss said leisurely, gently touching his spotless snow-white robe.
The robe of the Blood-red Old Demon, one of the top ten old demons in the world, is naturally extraordinary, but the only people who know the meaning of this robe are those who have competed with him before.
Zhao Yufan quietly looked at the deserted street through the window in Heilongli.
From time to time, people on the street looked up.
In some alley or under a tree, there would be people silently watching the Heilong Tower.
At this moment, the street below the Black Dragon Tower is Zhao Yufan's battlefield.
More than a dozen figures slowly appeared under the Black Dragon Tower.
The leader had a serious face and was wearing a yellow dragon-patterned robe.
The person fighting beside him was Jia Ping.
After Jia Ping were the other two evil boys and ten martial emperors.
Strong.
The group of people looked up at the Black Dragon Tower.
Jia Ping took two steps forward and raised his head and shouted: "Little Wolf, you beast, come out quickly, your grandpa is here."
Bai Sha frowned and yelled back: "You have nothing to do with me."
A few simple words made Jia Ping speechless.
The majestic middle-aged man next to Jia Ping was his father Jia Zhiyu.
When he heard someone dared to scold him, his face stiffened and he yelled: "Ping'er, get back."
When Jia Ping retreated, Zhao Yufan and others also walked out of the Black Dragon Building and jumped onto the street.
Many people in Xigui City knew that something was going to happen recently.
In addition, there were many guests in the Black Dragon Tower, so in just a short time, many onlookers gathered around, and there were many strong people among this group of onlookers. , they looked at the scene in front of them playfully, their eyes full of expectation.
Among the crowd, there were several acquaintances of Zhao Yufan, one was Cheng Dashan and the other was Song Qing.
Song Qing and his sister Song Fei were muttering something.
Their expressions were vaguely angry, as if they were arguing about something.
Zhao Yufan's sword has been unsheathed, and the cold light is particularly dazzling under the sun.
Jia Ping's father, Jia Zhiyu, frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the boss, his expression was extremely ugly, "Xuehong, what do you mean?"
The blood-red old devil patted his robe gently, as if there was dust on the snow-white robe.
After a moment, he said lazily: "It's not interesting."
"This matter has nothing to do with you, you'd better not meddle in other people's business."
Jia Zhiyu warned, his eyes moved to the Four-Finger Sword Demon, and he said coldly: "It was you who killed the Emperor Wu of our family."
"Yeah" the Four-fingered Sword Demon responded lightly.
Jia Zhiyu's face became even more ugly.
The bloody old devil could talk to him with this attitude, but this four-fingered sword devil was not qualified yet.
A sharp look shot out of his eyes and he said in a deep voice: "Are you talking to me?"
The four-fingered sword demon looked at Jia Zhiyu impatiently and said coldly: "If you want to kill me, just do it."
As he spoke, the sword wrapped in linen behind his back trembled slightly, as if responding to the call of its master.
"Humph" Jia Zhiyu snorted disdainfully, his eyes moved again and finally landed on Zhao Yufan, "You are the little wolf" "It's me" Zhao Yufan replied.
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"It's fine if it's you."
Jia Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction and said sternly: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Zhao Yufan turned his head and looked at the five-star sword in his hand.
He was silent for a while and replied, "I don't want to die."
Jia Zhiyu raised the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully: "It's okay, but you have to hand over the sword."
Zhao Yufan opened his eyes slightly, sniffed and said, "I was short of money recently, so I sold my sword."
Jia Zhiyu knew that he bought the sword, but he also knew that it was just on consignment and he could get it back from Qinglong Pavilion.
The sword was very important and he had to get it.
After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "That sword should be for sale on consignment.
You take the sword back and you give us a price."
His two completely different attitudes surprised everyone around him and started talking in low voices.
Jia Ping was even more furious when he heard this.
It would be fine if his father didn't teach Xiaolang a lesson for him.
Why should he give him money?
"Father, everything can be solved by killing him."
"Shut up," Jia Zhiyu yelled angrily, staring at Zhao Yufan closely.
Zhao Yufan's sword trembled slightly, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "I'm sorry, I'm not short of money now."
"Do you know the consequences of offending us?"
Jia Zhiyu reminded, a murderous intention flashed between his eyebrows.
Zhao Yufan slowly put the sword across his chest and sneered: "Is it ridiculous that you will let me go if I give you the sword?"
Jia Zhiyu stopped talking, but slowly retreated to his original position, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Kill him."
Behind Jia Zhiyu, a Martial Emperor walked slowly in front of Zhao Yufan with square steps.
The full moon scimitar in his hand flashed with cold light and was extremely sharp.
The cold light flashed as if it was about to cut through the sky.
The street fell silent, and everyone held their breath and watched the scene in front of them.
When Emperor Wu came forward, Zhao Yufan naturally did not need to take action.
The old blood-red demon and the four-fingered sword demon were both there, and they would not let Zhao Yufan resist Emperor Wu in front of so many people.
The four-finger sword demon wanted to come out, but the blood-red old demon was faster than him.
The blood-red old devil didn't say a word and took action directly.
After taking action again, he said coldly: "It's been a long time since I killed someone."
After the words fell, the Full Moon Scimitar also stopped in mid-air.
Emperor Wu, who was holding a full-moon scimitar, had dilated pupils, looked at his chest in disbelief, tilted his head, and fell to the ground.
The blood-red old demon killed a Martial Emperor as soon as he took action, which caused many people to step back, fearing that innocent people would be harmed.
Jia Zhiyu's face continued to look uglier.
He didn't expect that the old blood-red demon would kill his people.
This would make him an enemy of the Jia family.
However, this old blood-red demon was quite powerful, and he was not sure he could defeat the old blood-red demon.
What's more, there is a four-fingered sword demon staring at him eagerly.
"Take the body away" Jia Zhiyu said, then turned and left.
He turned a blind eye to the ridicule and contempt of the people around him and seemed not to care at all.
In fact, he understands better than anyone else that if he continues to fight here today, he will suffer a loss.
A blood-red old devil is enough to kill all his men.
He wants to deal with the little wolf, not the blood-red old devil
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