"Long journey, take Ling'er to the Forward Camp to test his martial arts meridians and talents, and come back and tell me... ≦" Ye Qingyu is preparing to train this little kid. First of all, he must understand Ling'er's root and bone talent. There is no corresponding testing equipment and formation in the White Horse Tower, so he needs to rely on the power of the Forward Camp.

Ye Qingyu ordered.

Now Ye Qingyu is already a member of the Forward Battalion. Bai Yuanxing has gone to the Forward Battalion many times, and he is very familiar with the Forward Battalion people.

Bai Yuanxing prepared for a while and took Jin Ling'er out.

Ye Qingyu finished the breakfast prepared by Wu Ma, finished the morning's practice, changed into clean clothes and went out.

He had no destination, and he was walking slowly on the street, merging into the crowd.

...

...

More than two hours later.

It's noon.

Red Dust Tavern.

Ye Qingyu smiled and pushed open the low door and came in, a noisy and boiling atmosphere came to her face.

"Good boy, you dare to come?" A big man immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Brothers, all of them are coming out, this kid is here again. What happened yesterday is so fucking embarrassing. So many people were knocked down by this kid alone. Today we can't admit defeat... Boy, come and drink, I'll ask if you dare?"

Ye Qingyu laughed: "Come on, whoever dares is the grandson."

Everyone in the tavern burst into laughter.

The boss lady from the bucket waist rushed over when she heard the news. When she saw Ye Qingyu arrived, her eyes narrowed into a slit when she smiled.

Soon, the deafening sound of rock-scissors exploded wildly in the tavern. With Ye Qingyu as the center, a group of big and thick men surrounded him in the middle with red faces. The car was fighting and punching, and the spit was splashing. Ye Qingyu refused everyone, stepped on the stool and the other on the table, rolled up his sleeves and opened his chest, and punched at the top of his throat...

There were laughter everywhere in the tavern.

"Hey, have you heard that someone died on Yong'an Street this morning. Several people from the sects were beaten to death alive."

"I heard that the scum among the sects used the excuse of catching monsters and stopped a yellow girl and insisted on searching the body. The daughter's mother stopped her and her legs were broken. It was so miserable. It was really lawless. As a result, some strong men in the army couldn't bear to watch it, so they took action to punish the scum of the six sects and beat them to death on the street..."

In the tavern, someone was talking loudly about something.

It was lunch time, and more and more people came to the tavern, and all the messy news spread here through the mouths of diners.

Later people also familiarly and easily integrated into such discussions.

"Not only Yong'an Street, on the main road of the west town, more than a dozen masters of the sects were also beaten to death... It is said that because these dozen guys insisted on saying that there were demons hidden in the store [Zhenpinxuan]. They broke in and searched, smashed a lot of things, and snatched away the treasures of the store. As a result, they were shocked to death by a person watching the fun next to them, punching one by one..."

"So cruel? Why is the city so messy recently?"

"You don't know yet? Even the head of Xuanxuan Sect was beaten to death by someone. It is said that he was frozen all over his body and turned into an ice sculpture. Then, when the sun was sunny, his body of flesh and ice melted together, turning into a pool of blood..."

"I heard that someone started killing this morning, specifically targeting those guys in the sect who are doing something wrong."

"Don't you know this? It's the loyal and brave man Ye Qingyu who is cleaning up the mess..." Someone said mysteriously.

The people next to him became interested immediately.

"Marty Ye? Is Mr. Ye from the White Horse Tower who came with Zhang San some time ago?"

"Isn't he or anyone else? Don't you know? Yesterday in Baicaotang, Marquis Ye ran into the people of the Zimei Seven Star Sect to make things difficult for the family of a hero of Youyan Army. In anger, he spoke directly to all the sects in Youyan Guanzhong, asking them to be honest. If you make trouble again, don't blame him for being rude. The news came out, it is said that all the sects of all sizes that came to the city were frightened..."

The young man who spoke before, like a story, told a vivid story about what happened in Baicaotang yesterday.

These days, the military and civilians in Youyan Guanzhong have suffered from the sects. When the young people talked about this, people around them immediately cheered.

The people in the tavern were gradually attracted by this topic and came over to discuss it. However, the scene of Ye Qingyu and a group of strong men fighting for wine was gradually ignored.

The young man was proud when he saw that there were more people surrounding him.

He took a sip of tea and then continued: "Mr. Ye was angry and spoke to warn the major sects, but everyone also knew that the people of this group of sects were cucumbers, and they all had to take pictures. After hearing Mr. Ye's warning, he felt that his dignity was insulted. Some people jumped out and specifically opposed Mr. Ye. This morning, some people in the sect who were not afraid of death deliberately went to make trouble everywhere and provoked Mr. Ye's bottom line..."

"This group of damn miscellaneous pieces!"

"The people in the sect are just a joke. They all claim to be masters, but they never fight against the demon clan. If the Youyan Army had not guarded the border in recent years, I was afraid that most of the empire's territory would have fallen into the hands of the demon clan. But these guys still think they are self-righteous and look down on the soldiers and soldiers of our Youyan Army..."

"That's right, these days, they have known that they have made trouble in Guanzhong and are not doing serious business."

The people around couldn't help but curse.

Someone asked anxiously: "Don't interrupt, continue talking, has Mr. Ye taken action?"

The young man took a sip of tea slowly and sold a small secret. Then he continued: "Of course, I took action. What you said before is Yong'an Street, the West Master of Town, and Zhenpinxuan. It is said that Mr. Ye took action. Hehe, Mr. Ye is really cruel. He can say that he can do it. Starting this morning, he will never show any mercy. When he met a sect who was making trouble, he punched one by one and killed all..."

Hiss!

There was a sound of gasping in the air around.

"How do you know that it was made by Mr. Ye?" someone asked suspiciously: "What if someone else took action?"

The young man looked at the man with contempt and said, "This matter has spread now. Many people have seen Mr. Ye take action with their own eyes. You probably don't know yet. Now the entire Youyan Pass is almost infuriating..."

Everyone was speechless.

After a while, someone asked softly: "You guys say, what does this Marquis Ye look like? It's really a great thing to do. I didn't believe it even though the military had promoted Mr. Ye's deeds before, but now I believe it. I think there are a few more hard bones like Mr. Ye in our Youyan Army. At the critical moment, I dare to stand up and speak."

"Then you need to say, hehe, a hero like Marquis Ye must be eight feet tall and golden armor, like a giant..."

"No, I heard that Mr. Ye is still very young."

"No matter how young you are, you are probably in your thirties or fifties. You have such a strong strength, so you need time to practice. However, for masters of their realm, they are indeed very young."

The crowd started to talk enthusiastically again.

On the other side.

Ye Qingyu once again won the wine fight.

Seven or eight strong men from an escort agency on the street not far away fell under the wine table again, and they all drank numb.

"Whose baby is this? It's so good to drink."

"Is the physical condition special?"

"It's like a thousand cups to be drunk."

People's eyes have returned to this place.

Just then—

Bang.

The low wooden door of the tavern was pushed open heavily.

Someone rushed in.

More than a dozen people were wearing white mourning clothes and mourning hats, and some were holding mourning sticks in their hands. The leader was a burly figure, with a flying needle and beard, like a steel needle, with a fierce look on his cheeks, his face was full of fierceness, his eyes were red, like a little giant, walking over, his whole body was murderous, and he looked around.

The dozen people next were all fierce and evil, with their eyes as if they were about to eat people.

As soon as these dozen people came in, the originally lively atmosphere of the Hongchen Tavern frozen instantly. There was a cold breath in the air, and all smiling faces frozen in an instant, as if there was a cold knife pressing against everyone's throats.

"Get out of the irrelevant people." The strong man with a stern slutched out a vicious sentence.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what this group of people meant.

"Who are you?" Someone dissatisfied and slapped the table and sneered: "What does it mean?"

call out!

A flying knife, a flash of light nailed to the table, vibrating endlessly.

"Xuanxuan Sect collects debts and seeks revenge. The irrelevant people retreat. They will fight after a while, and they will be shot without eyes. They are killed by accident. Don't blame us." Behind the strong man, a tall and thin figure dressed in mourning, snorted.

Xuanxuan Sect?

The people in the tavern immediately changed their expressions.

A person from the sect?

"Whatever you look at, get out of me. I'll count three times. If I don't get out, I will kill all of you, one by one." Another disciple of Xuanxuan Sect, Cang, pulled out the knife from his waist and said murderously. As he said, he kicked over a table beside him and kicked a diner away.

Suddenly, there were screams of exclamation and curses in the lobby.

"Ye Qingyu, Mr. Ye, today I will give us an explanation, why do you kill my master?" The strong man with steel needle bearded shouted angrily and looked into the middle of the lobby.

Mr. Ye?

In an instant, all the exclamations and curses came to an abrupt end.

People followed the gaze of this strong man and saw a group of drunkards lying everywhere.

What's the meaning?

Is Mr. Ye one of these drunks?

Hey, no, there is another person who is not drunk.

That mysterious boy in white with amazing alcoholism.

He sat at the wine table with a calm expression, holding his chin, and looking coldly at the group of people from Xuanxuan Sect.

Could it be... this young man in white...
Chapter completed!