Chapter 857: You do n’t believe me

()Too noisy?
Play away?
The tea that Mr. Pei just delivered in the mouth almost didn't spout. Such a splendid sword is regarded as a child's play. He really screams for it. He was very eager to see the expression of the head protruding from the window when the sword was stabbed.
But just thinking about it, Mr. Pei realized that it was wrong, because people said: too noisy.
Where will this sword be noisy? All information, including sound, has been turned into a force to condense the sword, and there is no sound at all. To say noisy, either nothing is wrong, or just ... what did he perceive?
Mr. Pei looked around, and both Tietou and the other men were inexplicable. They did not find any sound, nor could they perceive any changes in the power of the sword. Because of this, Yi Jianqing dared to stand slowly under the window outside the house.
But the other party was talking.
Mr. Pei raised his head involuntarily, looking at the juvenile face that had not completely faded from the window.
Is it a teenager not sensible? Or has the teenager noticed something?
Mr. Pei could not confirm. However, since he is the opponent who can kill the Quartet in Baozhilin, and even the most capable veiler under his command cannot escape, Mr. Pei still prefers the latter.
But the more so, Mr. Pei looked forward to the sword more and more. This sword came out, the depth of this strange boy, probably can be seen?
Unexpectedly, Yi Jianqing didn't move, he was also holding his head up, looking at the window and protruding his head. After hesitating for a few seconds, the light of the bamboo sword flowing like a spring in his hand began to fade slowly, and finally changed back to the original bamboo sword.
"Excuse me," he said, holding the sword to the teenager who protruded from the window.
"Well." The teenager nodded, then withdrew his head and closed the fan.
Yi Jianqing stood there, and after a while, he turned around and walked toward Mr. Pei.
The iron head subconsciously stepped forward to stop, Mr. Pei waved his hand and stopped him.
Yi Jianqing quickly arrived in front of them and said nothing. After serving the half bowl of residual tea that Mr. Pei had just drank, he drank.
"Give me another cup." He stretched the tea bowl to the man next to Mr. Pei. The subordinate was still hesitating, but Mr. Pei had raised his hand, beckoning him to add.
The second cup of tea drank and Yi Jianqing breathed out. He turned around and saw that the running hall of Merry Lin Fanzhuang was still properly kept at the door of the store. As long as the guests had not gone, he could not rest.
Yijian Qingchao beckoned, and he hurried over.
"What did the guest officer ask?" He didn't seem to care about what had happened, and he asked Yi Jianqing about his duties.
"Room money, find me." He said.
"Oh?" Paotang froze.
"It should not be necessary." Yi Jianqing said.
"Oh, wait a minute, this is for you." Paotang finished and went. Yi Jianqing stood opposite Mr. Pei's table and exhaled for a long time.
"Fortunately, I didn't pick you up." Yi Jianqing said suddenly.
"What happens when I take it?" Mr. Pei asked.
"Yes, I will have to find you money," Yi Jianqing said.
"Sir is not sure?" Mr. Pei said.
Yi Jianqing smiled.
As the most famous killer, the other party just opened the window and said it might be the most common request between the neighborhoods. His half-day killing move was immediately withdrawn, which is undoubtedly an embarrassing thing Yi Jianqing didn't look embarrassed at all.
"Do you want to fight his idea?" Yi Jianqing said.
Mr. Pei did not answer.
"I don't know if you know who he is?" Yi Jianqing said.
"Who is he?" Mr. Pei wondered, this young man, is it any famous master?
"His name is Lu Ping." Yi Jianqing said.
"Lu Ping?" Mr. Pei was stunned. "The Lu Ping wanted by the Xuanjun Empire?"
"It's not anymore." Yi Jianqing said.
"how do I say this?"
"Just yesterday, he broke into the Xuanjun City alone and killed the Xuanjun to protect the congress for nearly half." Yi Jianqing said.
"How is this possible?" Mr. Pei blurted out.
The strength of the Xuanjun to protect the Congress is that the four colleges and the six strongmen do not dare to look down on them. Now they say that they have been killed by a teenager for nearly half. Who would believe such a thing?
"Originally, I didn't believe it. But now, I started to have some doubts." Yi Jianqing said, putting the tea bowl back on the table, and Paotang had already sent back the money that had been recovered. Yi Jianqing took it and threw it into his arms countless times. Then he gently stroked his bamboo sword and smiled at Mr. Pei: "You can do it." Then he turned around without hesitation and left.
Mr. Pei's expression at this time was obviously not calm. In the end, how could someone have such strength? This is too incredible. So even Yi Jianqing finally said that he began to have some doubts, but did not believe it. Secondly, no matter how the killing of the Xuanjun protects the Parliament for nearly half of this matter, if it does happen, then this is a big event enough to affect the world. It will have an extremely far-reaching impact on the other two great empires. How to use it is very important.
"Mr. Pei." Tietou took a step forward at this moment, and seemed to know that the news was not trivial, what they had to do.
"Let everyone check and confirm the news immediately." Mr. Pei said.
"Yes." Tietou took the lead and turned to leave.
"Also." Mr. Pei remembered something and suddenly stopped him.
Snapped!
At this time, the window of Kuaizi No. 1 room was suddenly pushed open again, which shocked Mr. Pei and stopped what he had just said.
This time, half of the body was directly pointed out in the window, but it was not the previous one, desperately looking around, shouting incessantly: "Where is it?"
"I let him go further." Behind him was the boy who was just now, Lu Ping, and he glanced over his head and said.
"You really don't know the goods! Do you know who it is?" The man in front yelled uneasily. Although his body shrank back, his voice still fluttered out. Without any treatment, Mr. Pei and his fellow practitioners heard clearly.
"Who is it?" Lu Ping asked.
"Yi Jianqing! The most famous killer in the world!" Morin exclaimed.
"Really? Will he come again?" Lu Ping said.
"Then who knows." Morin said, his face full of disappointment. "Long admiration, I really want to see you!"
"Maybe I will come again."
"Hope ..."
The most famous killer in the world, I am afraid that many people hope that they will not be found by such terrible people in their lifetime. But the conversation between the two youngsters was so strange that they were speechless. Mr. Pei had just forgotten what he had just wanted to tell Tie Tau. After thinking about it, I was about to speak again, and a voice came from the window again. Then the teenager raised his hand and pointed at the three of them and asked, "Who are those people?"
"Let's have breakfast." Lu Ping had already seen that there were three of them. He didn't pay much attention and replied casually.
"How do I feel familiar?" Morin said.
"Isn't that the nice guy who invited us to dinner last night?" Lu Ping said.
"What a good person! That's a group of people who snatched our magic soldiers." Mo Lin said.
This wonderful conversation once again made Mr. Pei speechless, and as a result, Mo Lin continued at this time: "I am not talking about him, I am talking about the middle one."
In the middle, of course, Mr. Pei. As soon as Morin's words came out, all three felt stunned, and Mr. Pei couldn't help but looked carefully at the window. He was facing Molin's eyes. He didn't look at him. He suddenly realized what he was. The previous puzzled look. After shaking his head, he stood up and turned away.
The two of Tietou were puzzled, but they knew that Mr. Pei's actions had always been intentional.
"Who is that?" Lu Ping asked Morin in the window.
"It's been too long ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I can't remember it, it seems a bit like it," Morin said.
"Like who?" Lu Ping asked.
"When I was a kid, a gentleman in the family, if I remember correctly, should be surnamed Pei." Mo Lin said at this time, his voice suddenly became louder, lest others would not hear me.
As soon as these words came out, the iron head was shocked. Did the young man really know Mr. Pei? And what he mentioned seemed to be Mr. Pei's past that he didn't even know about himself.
Mr. Pei apparently also heard what Mo Lin intentionally said to him. Everyone is a cultivator, pretending not to hear it seems a bit unreasonable. He looked the same, turned around, looked at the window and smiled: "Hear, little brother, you admit the wrong person."
"Okay." Morin stood in the window and muttered sullenly. "It was a mistake, and Uncle Pei died tomorrow morning."
Mr. Pei nodded toward Mo Lin and Lu Ping in the window, and then turned around and continued to leave. The iron heads that followed him all the year round followed him immediately, but immediately noticed that Mr. Pei's pace was a little messy.