Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

Surrounded by everyone, a white-haired old man in Tang costume and in good spirits walked out of the banquet hall.

Beside him was a bearded man in a martial arts uniform, with half a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Ye Chen with a hint of laziness.

This person was holding a knife in his hand, with a reckless air on his body, and glanced at Ye Chen lightly.

"You're in the wrong place, young man, but you're in the wrong place. The

middle-aged man's voice fell, and there was silence around him.

Ye Chen turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, seeing his posture with a knife, he was obviously a practitioner, and his aura was far above that of a yellow-level martial artist.

But at this moment, the old man in Tang costume laughed and greeted Ye Chen: "Young man, today is the old man's seventieth birthday, and the one who comes is a guest, why don't you go in and have a drink."

As soon as Han Lao's words came out, everyone around nodded in admiration, the old man was really broad-minded, and he could still endure the rudeness of the younger generations at this time.

"Grandpa!"

This guy made Han Yu lose face, and when he saw that the old man didn't pursue it, Han Yu was immediately dissatisfied.

The old man waved his hand and said coldly: "You step down for me!"

Han Yu was about to refute, but Ye Chen's undoubted voice came from behind him: "He can't retreat." In

the eyes of everyone, Old Man Han had already given Ye Chen steps, but he was so ignorant of what to do, and he suddenly ushered in a heated discussion.

Yang Dongping said to Yang Chao: "This young man is self-assured, and he doesn't even challenge the Han family with his own strength, but the bearded man with the knife is a Xuan-level martial artist with extraordinary strength, which angers the Han family, I'm afraid I don't want to leave the Tianhua Hotel alive."

Yang Chao looked at that figure, and always felt very familiar, but he had never seen that face.

In order to avoid trouble, Ye Chen used the disguise technique, and Yang Chao's father and son naturally couldn't recognize it.

In their opinion, Ye Chen's move was tantamount to shaking the tree.

Old lady Han still had a smile on his face, but he could see that he was already a little angry, and there was a hint of majesty in his tone: "Young man, is this not giving me this thin face of the old man?"

Ye Chen pointed at Han Yu and said coldly: "Let him judge himself on the spot, I can not pursue your Han family."

As soon as he heard that this person was going to put Han Yu to death, Old Man Han's face suddenly became gloomy.

This young man is simply lawless.

At this time, Old Man Han bowed to the bearded man beside him and said, "Since this is the case, I can only ask Mr. Zuo to make a move." There

was no extra nonsense, the bearded man came out with a knife, and a knife shot out instantly.

The beard shot so fast that it passed by in seconds, and before everyone could react, the sword light was only one foot away from Ye Chen.

Seeing the dazzling sword light slashing towards Ye Chen's arm, the scene was deadly silent.

Everyone couldn't bear to look directly, and they all looked sideways, but Ye Chen looked at the other party's knife action with a contemptuous smile, and suddenly punched out with a palm.

The stagnant long knife was held in the air by one hand, the blade was not too far from the palm, and the two sides of the long knife were clamped by the thumb and index finger, and no inch could be entered.

This young man actually caught

a knife from his beard with his bare hands! Mr. Zuo's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth with a murderous intent that poured his true qi into the long knife, and the terrifying lethality exploded in an instant.

With a flash of the knife, Ye Chen instantly retreated dozens of steps, leaving two scratches on the concrete floor under his feet.

After stabilizing his figure, Ye Chen stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his body: "If the true qi is released, you should be the Xuan-level martial artist of the Han family." With

a flick of his beard and wrist, the knife walked with him, dancing with dazzling knife light.

Between the fierce winds, a knife slashed towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body was as light as a swallow to dodge, but the steps he was on were split in two, leaving a five-meter-deep knife mark.

"Such a terrifying sword technique, worthy of a Xuan-level martial artist, that kid is afraid that he will not escape death. A yellow-level martial artist looked at his beard in awe.

Ye Chen looked at the long knife in his bearded hand: "You are worthy of my sword!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen slowly raised his hand and landed on the long strip of cloth wrapped behind his back.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, the strip of cloth wrapped around the sword shattered, revealing a sharp seven-foot long sword.

Seeing the long sword in Ye Chen's hand, his beard couldn't help but shake his wrist, and he was shocked: "Sword?"

Before the words fell, Ye Chen had already attacked with a sword.

The beard could only lift the knife upward, but just as the sword light collided with the sword light, a golden rune suddenly appeared on the long sword in Ye Chen's hand, and a sharp sword qi burst out, leaving a crack on the long knife.

The figures staggered, and the long knife in the bearded man's hand broke in response, and when he landed, only a half-cut blade was left in his hand.

Before he could react, a sword light galloped towards him and stopped on his beard's chest.

"Slav".

Before he could spit out the mouthful of the beard held on his chest, the martial arts uniform on his body suddenly cracked, leaving a pair of flower shorts with cartoon patterns printed on his waist.

Everyone was shocked, but they could see that the fierce-looking beard had such a habit, and they couldn't help but laugh one by one.

Because of the prestige of this bearded man, no one dared to laugh.

The bearded man known as Mr. Zuo was holding a broken knife, panting heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead sliding down the tip of his nose.

Ye Chen stood with the long sword in his hand, and said indifferently: "You have the intention to kill me, I will cut off your arm, can you be convinced?"

Mr. Zuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a daze: "Obey, obey!"

Ye Chen nodded, the long sword shook, and Mr. Zuo's right hand holding the knife fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing such a scene, there was a dead silence around.

Old Man Han couldn't help but gasp: "Who is Your Excellency? Why do you want to be the enemy of my Han family?" Mr

. Zuo is a Xuan-level martial artist, and he is invincible to the other party's sword, even if he is a well-informed old man, he can't help but be afraid of Ye Chen.

"Enemy?" Ye Chen smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said lightly: "I'm just going to collect debts." "

What do you want?" Old Man Han didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to make a compromise.

While speaking, Ye Chen's eyes fell on Han Yu: "I want his life."

Facing Ye Chen's gaze, Han Yu fell into the ice cellar and exclaimed: "This is a civilized society, if you dare to mess around, I will call the police." "

Little brother, please give my Han family a face, and when Han Jun comes back from the Canglong Army, he will definitely come to visit." Old Man Han had to put out the strongest reliance of the Han family.

"Are you threatening me?" Ye

Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a backhand sword, the blood-stained blade pierced through his body, and when he put away the sword, Han Yu had already fallen to the ground.

Witnessing the back of Ye Chen's departure, the Tianhua Hotel was dead silent, and the old man Han, who was originally in good spirits, instantly grew old, and said with tears: "Why don't you quickly inform Jun'er of Yu'er's death?"