C5

Walking in the alley, he personally felt the prosperity of the Yan Yun Alley. Although it was called Yan Yun Alley, it wasn't just this alley. Including here. The entire three streets belonged to the Yan Yun Alley. It was independent from the law. Every year, there would be a hundred million taels of silver flowing in. No one here dared to touch it. Because there was only one master here, and he was the young master.

The young master looked at his Yan Yun Alley and thought about how he was once the only master here. He was the one who managed this place, but now, half of it had been taken away by the Bright Moon Tavern. A flame of anger surged out of his heart, but it was quickly extinguished.

His eyes lit up with hope once again. Perhaps he would have the chance to take this place back, and he would become the only master of this place.

The more he thought about it, the more light his steps became, and his speed also became faster and faster.

Of course, very few people knew about the identity of the young master. Their attire was very strange, but they did not attract any attention in Yan Yun Alley.

The young master immediately slowed down. He suddenly felt a strange gaze and a trace of killing intent.

He walked carefully. This was no longer his territory.

At the Dragon Barbarian gambling den.

The young master patted his clothes and slowly stepped into the gambling den.

The gambling den was very noisy. People from all walks of life were here, and it was filled with a foul atmosphere.

"Young Master, Mr. Thirteen invites you to meet on the second floor. " A servant dressed in green walked in front of the Young Master and made an inviting gesture.

The Young Master nodded and went up the stairs.

"Wait, you can't go in. " The servant stopped the man in black behind him.

"What are you doing? Is this how Cheng Shisan treats his guests?" The young master said coldly.

"I dare not. Wait for your subordinate to report. " The servant hurriedly ran upstairs.

He quickly ran down again and made an inviting gesture to the servant in black.

The second floor was empty. There were mahogany chairs on both sides and an armchair in the middle. Cheng Shisan was sitting on the armchair.

"Cheng Shisan, quickly call the person behind you out. " The young master didn't sit down, but spoke coldly.

The smiling Cheng Shisan's face was instantly covered with frost, "Yang Baifeng, what do you think you are? In less than five days, there will be no place for you in Yan Yun Alley. "

"Hmph. " Yang Baifeng coldly harrumphed and struck out with his Yin Yang Black Yellow Palm. The cultivation of this Yin Yang Black Yellow Palm was very strict. It must be immersed in the morning dew and refined with the Profound Ice Palm. If one hit it, the person would suddenly feel cold and hot, and the blood would flow in reverse and die.

Cheng Shisan did not want to be outdone. He pulled out a soft sword from his waist and attacked Yang Baifeng like a silver snake.

Their martial arts were equally matched, but they also wanted to take the other's life. Each and every move was especially dangerous.

There was also a black-clothed follower standing by the side. He did not make a move after a long time. The decline of Cheng Shisan gradually began to show. Yang Baifeng's palm struck his chest, causing Cheng Shisan to stagger back two steps. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, Cheng Shisan, today next year will be your anniversary. " The scholarly young master was actually somewhat crazed. His body was also covered in bloody wounds, but he did not care at all.

He struck his palm at Cheng Shisan's chest with a ferocious expression.

"Ding!" The black-robed follower pulled out his sword. With a flash of sword light, an iron caltrop was nailed to the pillar.

Yang Baifeng's palm had already landed on Cheng Shisan's chest. He quickly retreated to the back of the black-clad follower.

"Good sword technique, good sword technique. " A bald middle-aged man clapped his hands as he walked out from behind a pillar.

He looked at the dying Cheng Shisan with pity, "Bright Moon Tavern doesn't need trash. "

Cheng Shisan opened his eyes wide and stared at the bald man. If looks could eat people, then that bald man probably wouldn't even have bones left.

Before he could see the baldy's movements, Yang Baifeng suddenly felt his eyes flash. When he looked again, a soft sword had already stabbed into Cheng Shisan's chest.

"So fast. " Yang Baifeng was shocked. This baldy's sword was probably about the same as Ye Xiaotian's.

"Ye Liuhsing, I heard your sword is very fast?" The bald man laughed. His eyes were sunken, making him look especially terrifying.

"There are no more than five people in the martial arts world who can use such a sword technique. Although I am not knowledgeable, I know a thing or two about it. You are definitely not one of them. May I ask your name?" Yang Baifeng spoke respectfully.

"Hmph, I don't remember my previous name anymore. Now, I am Kun Yaoguang. " Kun Yaoguang revealed a sinister smile.

Yang Baifeng was startled, "Hall Master Yaoguang of Bright Moon Tavern's Kun Branch?"

"Hehe, it's a pity that all those who know about me will die. " Before he finished his words, his sword had already pressed against Yang Baifeng's chest.

Yang Baifeng was immediately forced back a few steps, but he was not injured.

"Oh? I was wondering why you are still unwilling to attack. It turns out that you have an inner armor to protect yourself. " Kun Yaoguang stared at the follower in black and said. "But next time, I won't be so lucky. " Another slash. Yang Baifeng was unable to react at all. He looked at the sword getting closer and closer to his eyes. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it was actually just an instant.

After a long time, Yang Baifeng realized that he was actually not dead. Only then did he notice that the black-clad follower had already made his move. The rusty hilt of the sword was shining.

"You are finally willing to make your move, Ye Liuhsing. " The smile on Kun Yaoguang's face disappeared, and his eyes revealed a strong fighting intent.

"You will die. " Ye Xiaotian spoke softly as if he was stating a fact.

"Hmph, I'm just curious how strong the fifth Hidden Ranking of yours is. When I was walking in the Pugilistic World, no one had ever dared to be arrogant in front of me. There's always someone better than me, there's always someone better than me, kid. " Kun Yaoguang was obviously a little unhappy.

Hidden Ranking. The Xuan Yi Pavilion had collected information about the heroes of the pugilistic world, and they had chosen the top 30 rankings based on their strength.

"Oh? You're already so old, yet you're still acting like a dog for someone else. It's hard to imagine what you used to look like, haha. " Ye Xiaotian laughed very happily without any pretense.

"Brat, you are courting death! When I, Yun Yi, walked the Pugilistic World with my sword, you weren't even born yet!" A fierce light flashed in Kun Yaoguang's eyes. He immediately tightened his grip on his sword, as if he was going to attack at any moment.

"Life-Taking Divine Sword!" Yang Baifeng's expression changed, and his brows tightly furrowed. "It's said that you lost your life ten years ago in Beichuan Cliff, but I didn't expect you to join the Bright Moon Tavern. He once used a Hidden Snake Sword to walk the Jianghu alone. I even fought the Five Heroes of the Cloud Mountain alone. I don't know how many souls were killed by the sword. It could be said that he had a notorious reputation. However, he had heard that Beichuan Cliff had a battle with Yee Xiaorann. He was defeated and died. " Yang Baifeng's tone changed, "Hmph hmph. What a scourge of a thousand years. "

Kun Yaoguang's expression became colder and colder, and the sword in his hand became more and more stable. He was already furious in his heart, but he couldn't afford to panic. The person in front of him was Ye Xiaotian, the fifth Hidden Ranking. Although he had confidence in himself, he also had confidence in his enemies. The person who had almost taken his life. Yee Xiaorann, the third Hidden Ranking. He still remembered that slash. Even now, he could still feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Even though after so many years of recuperation, the injuries on his body had long since healed. His swordsmanship had also improved, but he still did not dare to take revenge. This would be a chance to recover his confidence. He tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart, trying to calm his breathing.

Ye Xiaotian stood there quietly, like a sword, emitting a powerful sword intent.