Chapter 452 (1/2)

After Chen Jie killed them, he went all the way to the west, which is the direction of Tianhuang college.

At a great cost, he killed Michael and the paladin, which made him feel a sense of achievement. Both of them are famous strong men in the west, especially Michael.

Chen Jie would never have won so easily if their power of belief had not been exhausted and could not be replenished.

Sunan Canal, here extremely prosperous, shuttle ships and eat and drink constantly.

A barefoot TrackMan, standing on the wet board, tugged at the thin and thick rope of the egg in his hand. The muscles of his hand were black and full of color

Finally, the boat came to shore. Many merchants stepped off the boat. On the shore, a beggar, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with only one leg and one hand, kept kowtowing.

”I beg you, how dare you stand in our way? Get out of here

A young man with a fat face and a cowhide armguard on his arm kicked the beggar away with one foot, and then kicked the beggar's porcelain bowl with another foot.

The porcelain bowl broke into countless pieces and splashed everywhere, causing people around to scream.

”Little beggar, but don't you apologize to the son of the sun family?”

”Poor child, why do you do this to him?”

”Bullying beggars is no skill. There's a way to go to the wilderness City, where the strong are like clouds!”

On the dock, many people were angry, but they were hiding behind the crowd and couldn't tell who was talking.

”Damn, I'll spare you this time. If you dare to get in our way next time, I'll kill you!”

Here is a mixture of fish and dragons. The strong man's nostrils are cold. He glances at the crowd, even when he is ready to leave.

”I'm the first one to visit Sunye in southern Jiangsu. I'm lucky to meet you today. Next time someone who has a long tongue dares to talk nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue!”

Behind him, there are two strong men waiting to guard, guarding a young man with a slight color.

”No kicking, no black bitches.”

”How dare you call yourself a Ranger just because you are such a scum?”

Just then, a voice of indifference came from the crowd.

This is a young man in a black cape. He is of great stature, with bronze skin and rough skin.

What makes people unable to move their eyes is that he wears three different knives on his waist, which is simple and unsophisticated.

He came and looked at Sun Ye. His pupils were strangely golden. His eyes were long and thin. He was clearly laughing, but there was a chill.

”Who are you to talk to my young master like this?”

A servant asked loudly, moved his strong arms and strode forward.

”You have no right to meddle in your business and seek death!”

With a roar, Sun Ye drew out his green sword and pointed at the young man. His body erupted with the momentum of building foundation eight steps.

All of a sudden, the crowd around retreated, one by one showing fear.

Yecheng is very small, Sun family is the overlord, usually no one dares to provoke, very arrogant.

The young man sneered. In his long and narrow eyes, the golden pupil shot a cold light, and his body moved slightly.

A cold light flashed by and there were only a few sounds. Suddenly, the sword in Sun Ye's hand was broken into three pieces and fell to the ground!

At first, they were stunned, and then they were in an uproar.

”This... This...”

Sun Ye was stunned and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. The young man didn't seem to move anything. How could his sword be broken?

A cool air spread out from behind him. He suddenly understood that he had kicked himself to the iron plate.