Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of the Devil's Path - Star Tribulation

The early morning twilight fell into the city, and the streets were bustling with hawkers and pedestrians.

The sun was shining brightly, but there was still a trace of warmth.

He said he wanted to find Xiao Xingchen, but he didn't know where to find it.

Xue Yang frowned tightly, his handsome face was stained with gloom, and his steps were a little hasty, he didn't notice that there were a lot of pedestrians around him, but bumped into them.

The man was bumped, and he was furious. He had an unfriendly look, and there was some stubble on his dark face. He grabbed Xue Yang and shouted, "Boy! You don't have eyes! Right?! You bumped into Grandpa and me, and you still want to leave?"

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, looked back at himself being pulled by the skirt of his clothes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled with lips curled up: "Oh? So what if I hit you?"

He was obviously smiling, with sharp canine teeth clearly visible, cute and innocent, but the chill in those beautiful eyes made people tremble uncontrollably.

The man was terrified in his heart, but his mouth was still unforgiving: "I should apologize for bumping into grandpa!" The hand that was holding the skirt of the shirt tightened again.

The smile in Xue Yang's eyes deepened, and his tone of voice was like spitting honey, sweet and greasy: "Oh? How do you want me to apologize?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang disaster was placed on the man's neck, and the pitch-black sword exuded bursts of fierceness, cold and frightening.

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, showing a harmless smile, and asked, "Such an apology? Do you like it?"

The surrounding pedestrians were attracted by the noise, and all of them surrounded him for a while.As the saying goes, watching the excitement is not a big deal.Those passers-by folded their arms and looked like they were watching the show.

The sword rested on his neck, and he could be killed at any time, cutting off his neck.

The man's legs trembled in fright, his dark face turned pale with fright, he almost knelt down before Xue Yang, kowtowed and called him father.He replied tremblingly: "Young one, you know your mistake! Hero... Rao..."

Before he could utter the last word of fate, he saw a sword pointing at Xue Yang, and the sword was carved with hollow patterns of frost patterns.The body of the sword exposed through the hollow pattern is like a silver star, shining with snowflake-shaped brilliance, with a kind of ice-clean, bright and bright beauty.

"Put down the sword."

The voice was cold and stood out against the noise of the street.

Xue Yang's body froze immediately, and he didn't even have the courage to look sideways at this person.

This voice was all too familiar to him.

Seeing that Xue Yang didn't respond, Xiao Xingchen repeated again: "Put down the sword."

There was a bit of anger in the voice.

Xue Yang's Disaster Relief was still on that man's neck, as long as Xue Yang moved his hands, he could perfectly cut off his neck in the blink of an eye.He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, so he could only ask Xiao Xingchen for help with his eyes.

After all, this Taoist priest, dressed in a white robe, has a fairy-like demeanor, a bright moon and a clear breeze, and he is a good person at first glance!No matter how you look at it, it is much better than this person who bumped into someone and didn't apologize, and put a sword on his neck!

Xue Yang smiled, and turned to look at Xiao Xingchen. He was obviously smiling, but that childish face contained undue bitterness, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions.

Xiao Xingchen was stunned, Xue Yang raised his eyebrows, and the complicated emotions just disappeared in a flash, his tone rose slightly, provocatively: "Oh? Daoist, I won't let you go. What about you?"

Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen, why are you still so nosy?

The smile in Xue Yang's eyes deepened.

Xiao Xingchen still had a clean look, and seemed not surprised by Xue Yang's answer, he said calmly, "Put down the sword, don't hurt anyone."

With a whoosh, the blade turned, and Xue Yang retracted Jiang Disaster. The man tensed up, he was relieved for a moment, and then knelt down in fright.

However, in less than a second, Xue Yang pointed his sword at Xiao Xingchen, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only silence.

Passers-by around were dumbfounded.

Xue Yang said, "Master Daoist, you are so meddlesome. Why don't you replace him?"

Xiao Xingchen was a little surprised, and was still a little puzzled by this sudden change. The person in front of him was really uncertain.

"You want to compete with me?" After Xiao Xingchen finished speaking, he took Shuanghua back, and then said, "In that case, let's change places."

"Okay." Xue Yang replied with a smile, a sly look flashed in his eyes.

What a lie, Xiao Xingchen.