Chapter 330 Put Your Finger Down!

between battles.

Four thrones, one the day after tomorrow.

Walking at the forefront of the Imperial Guards was an old man carrying a broadsword.

As soon as this old man appeared, even Chongdong and Commander Chongda gave up the first place.

"Yuan Sandao?"

The uncle smiled. He didn't know the other little guys, but he still had some impressions of this old man.

He has a good memory.

When the ten seats in the Central Realm were competing for seats, Yuan Sandao didn't seem to have such an old face, even though the round had passed.

But the sword intent that looked down upon the world still left some impression on him.

Yuan Sandao narrowed his eyes and walked out.

Anyone could think that the sloppy uncle in front of him was an acquired talent. It took him half a day to find the gap in the space, and then split the twisted space with a knife. He did not dare to underestimate this person.

That sword intent, that ability to fold space...

Who dares to say that this guy is just an acquired talent?

The fact that he can be the only one standing in the middle of the battle should not be underestimated.

Yuan Sandao knew that besides spiritual refiners, there were many terrifying avenues in this world.

For example, pure swordsmanship, specializing in "ancient swordsmanship", swordsmanship without any spiritual power.

Obviously, the person in front of me is very likely to be in this special situation.

"Who are you……"

He lowered his head and asked in a solemn voice.

In the entire Eastern Heaven Realm, he was basically familiar with the powerful men on the throne.

The person in front of him did give him a somewhat similar feeling, but if he really wanted to recall it, he couldn't remember every detail of it.

Even now, this man was standing like this. The more Yuan Sandao wanted to see this man's face clearly, the blurry his vision became.

"How can it be?"

Yuan Sandao was surprised.

He didn't think that the opening of the White Cave would attract those extremely powerful men who were above the Dao of Killing to come here.

So now, there is only one possibility left.

This guy has a special way of covering up, but there is no doubt about his strength...

Extremely strong!

The uncle looked at the four people in front of him, shook his head slightly, without even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, and then his hoarse voice sounded.

"You can't remember who I am, so skip this question."

He looked up at the sky.

"If you have any questions, ask them earlier... Well, I will give you three opportunities to ask questions. When the time is up, I will leave."

As he spoke, he pulled up the sack on the ground and lifted it onto his shoulders with a banging sound.

Chongdong was angry.

He is not a good-tempered person.

What is obvious here is the action of this guy like you.

There is a vacuum in the city and everything is turned upside down. You said you want to leave us three opportunities to ask questions and then leave?

What a bullshit joke!

"Boy, your cultivation level is not high, but your character is not small!"

"Three questions?"

"How about I cut you into three pieces, show mercy, and give you ten opportunities to ask questions and why?"

As soon as Chongdong finished speaking, Qiu Xuan and Liu Jing on one side became alert.

For people at their level, trash talk rarely works anymore.

If Chongdong can really anger the weird guy in front of him and force him to take action, maybe he can break the deadlock.

Opportunity!

Yuan Sandao is also waiting for this opportunity.

The uncle smiled.

He was not as nervous as the four people in front of him, and he didn't even look like he was facing a powerful enemy.

He really is like a rag picker, wandering around and making his home everywhere.

As a result, walking in this war situation filled with deep pits and filled with gunpowder smoke, there is still a sense of laxity about picking up iron.

"Boy?"

After repeating this sentence, the uncle's smile suddenly froze, and his cloudy eyes focused on Chongdong.

"I haven't heard anyone dare to call me that in front of me for a long time."

"This world is too busy. Everyone is walking in a hurry, as if they are rushing to be reincarnated."

"There are many ways to die, why would you choose this fastest one?"

His tone was very calm, but a hint of anger could also be heard.

It seems that the existence of this sloppy uncle means that I can do whatever I want, but if you really tell me how to do whatever I want, you may have to do as I want!

Chongdong clearly didn't see any ruthlessness in this man's eyes.

But after this guy finished speaking, he felt an inexplicable panic!

"this……"

Chongdong was shocked. He was the throne. What kind of guy could make him have this kind of mentality of being timid before fighting?

"I am just joking?"

He put aside his panic, sneered, and said again: "It's just a talk. How dare you take action to make Tiansang City like this?"

"Tiansang City..."

The uncle shook his head and said, "I didn't do this here."

Chongdong laughed and pointed at the sack, "You didn't do it, how could it be done by the kid here?"

"That corpse!"

He pointed at the red dog's body and said with laughter: "That kid also beheaded him?"

The uncle sighed.

"If you really want to say that, it's not that you can't explain it this way. After all, I only made the last stab."

"Of course, I killed the person, I don't deny that."

"I have always been very fair in my work..."

He suddenly stopped and said, "Put your finger down!"

Chongdong pointed at the body of Hong Gou.

But the body was near him.

It looked like he was being pointed at and spoken to.

The atmosphere became extremely tense with the uncle's shout.

Even the people outside the venue realized that the situation was delicate and it was about to explode.

Chongdong's eyes condensed, and his fingers turned unyieldingly and pointed at the uncle.

"You look arrogant? I can't move my hands? I have to listen to you obediently?" He sneered.

The uncle's fat sleeves moved, and the hand hidden inside seemed to bend, but suddenly stopped.

He looked at Yuan Sandao in front of him, suppressed the urge to attack, and then looked back at Chongdong.

"Young man, I admire you very much. When I was young, I was also very impulsive, but this world..."

"You have to understand that being too rigid is easy to break."

"It's easy to die if you talk to others like this."

Chongdong laughed: "Young man?"

He touched his chin, where the beard was untidy.

After taking a closer look at the man in front of him, it seemed that he had more beard than himself.

But that was because he didn't care about his appearance!

Judging from his bone age, he must be no more than a hundred years old at most. How dare he call himself a young man?

He said happily: "You kid really speaks nonsense. How old are you? Have you been weaned?"

"How old is your grandfather this year? Do you know?"

"You are so arrogant, don't you look at your cultivation level?"

"The day after tomorrow?"

"When I was roaming the East Region, you didn't know where to spray milk... Ah! Damn!"

Before he finished speaking, he cried out in pain.

A broken finger passed in front of him, and blood spurted out.

The sword energy that came out of nowhere slashed past his scalp. If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid his head would have flown off.

Chongdong was sweating from his back.

However... retreat?

There is no such thing!

He caught the broken finger in the void, and from this attack, he had already judged the approximate cultivation level of the man in front of him.

"Throne!"

"Do it!"