Chapter 179: The target of the public

Yun Zhao Wei, rolling out? What rolled out? He didn't feel it...
Such thoughts have not yet flashed, and the cloud call suddenly picks up the eyes, some people, people around.
A quick turn of the eyeballs, Yun Zhao looked deeply at the murderous moon, and there was shock and stunned eyes. He didn’t notice anyone around him. What kind of internal force did not have the ambush around? of?
Not waiting for the cloud to think carefully, hidden in the darkness, a black man slowly came out.
A black, not the slightest popularity, as if the whole person is integrated into the night, this ability to hide the trail is highly effective.
"My family has a request." The black man who only showed a pair of eyes, looked coldly at the moon.
The voice fell, several corners of the backyard of the inn, a few black people flashed together, no hidden traces, a murderous full release in this dark night courtyard, gloomy and cold.
I don’t look at the black people around me, my eyes are awkward, and I dare to threaten her: "Don’t go."
The two words of the smashing iron are colder than the black man.
The black man heard a murderous flash in his eyes: "Then don't blame us for being welcome."
As soon as the voice fell, the black man who surrounded the backyard of the inn immediately flew up to the moon.
"You're welcome, I'm going to see how you are welcome." At this time, I thought about Xuanyuan Che, and there was no place to send a fire. This group of guys came to the door.
When the voice fell, the five fingers became caught, and the Yaoqin on the stone table was grabbed. A flip was placed on the arm, and five fingers and one stroke were made. The sound of the sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and the silent wind blade flew out.
"Oh..." The dull collision sounded immediately.
One voice is false, and at the same time a pair of seven.
The wind has no direction, and the wind blade has no rules.
As soon as the fingertips fluctuate, the wind blade flies somewhere.
Wind blade, with an enemy, the best martial arts.
Murderous, splashing in the backyard of the inn.
The sound of the piano and the sound of the weapon rang the entire night sky.