Super Urban Master

“Yes, stay by my side. Do you have any question?” Ghost’s voice was cold. His sharp eyes penetrated the darkness and looked at Shadow.

A chill ran through Shadow’s body. She hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head, “No, no questions.”

As she answered, someone on his leaving stopped and gave her a hateful eye, and then disappeared in the darkness.

“Let’s go.” Ghost withdrew his sharp and cold eyes from Shadow. He turned around and walked into the darkness. Shadows paused but eventually followed up and disappeared in the darkness.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the town was getting quieter and quieter. Even the sounds of those little insects gradually died away.

At this time, a gust of wind blew across the center of the town. A man flying in the wind reached the door of an inn in a wink.

He stood at the door and looked around, jumping onto the housetop after confirming that no one was nearby, and then infiltrated into the inn.

After a short period of flying on the roof, he landed outside a room and gently knocked on the door.

“Tok tok tok.”

After three light knocks, someone in the room answered, “Who is this?”

“It’s me.” The man outside responded.

In a creak, the door opened, and a young man spoke in delight, “Shifu, you are finally here.”

“Yeah, go inside and have a talk.” The man outside went into the room.

The young man quickly closed the door and opened a dim lamp bedside.

“Shifu, have you got that?” After turning on the lamp, the young man looked at the man just entered and asked.

Under the light, the figure of the man was revealed. He was a hunchbacked old man.

The old man nodded, “One veteran can do the job of two. By the way, is there anything abnormal around? ”

“No.” The young man shook his head, “I have been here for a day and found no weird people. I guess this town is so remote that no one likes to come.”

“Well, you are right, but we can’t take it lightly. Have a break, and we will leave immediately after dawn.” The hunchbacked old man said seriously.

“Yes, Shifu.” The young man answered, but his eyes were still on the old man. Something in his eyes flashed as if he had been searching for something. He wondered where he hid that thing. He said he had got that, but it seemed that he didn’t have anything on him.

“Why are you keep looking at me?” The old man was a little angry. “Pour me a glass of water. Your Shifu is thirsty now!”

The young man came back to earth and hurriedly said, “Oh, oh, yes, Shifu. I will pour you water.”

The young man’s work was quick and neat that he soon poured a glass of water. Before he handed the glass to the old man, he secretly dipped a finger into the water.

“Shifu, here you are. Please drink.” The young man handed the glass of water to the hunchbacked old man.

“Um.” The humpbacked old man nodded and took the glass.

The young man looked at the glass he held, staring at the action of the old man, and showed an urgent expression through his eyebrows. He hoped the old man would drain this glass of water.

However, the old man did not act as the young man had expected. He stopped the glass at his lips, with eyes fixing on the water in the glass. Something flashed in his eyes.

The young man tensed up: Did he find anything wrong?

“Is this drinkable, my son?” The old man’s question triggered a chill on the young man that he responded by instinct at once.

“Of course, Shifu. It’s drinkable. I drank it the whole day.”

“Yeah? Then you drink.” The old man sneered, and suddenly threw the cup at the young man’s head. At the same time, his fist whistled through the water mist and struck against the young man’s face, bringing up a gust of wind.

The young man seemed to have prepared for this. Although this was a sudden attack, his excellent skill allowed him having time to cross his fists to protect his face in a yell.

“Boom…”

The old man’ fist collided on the young man’s fists and the young man was beaten back. In a loud bang, his back hit on the wall, making the whole room shook, but the walls were intact. It seemed that the strength of the old man’s fist was mostly shouldered by the young man. Otherwise, the wall behind him would definitely be knocked out of a huge hole.

“Um?” The hunchbacked old man was a little surprised, “Nice strength. Who are you?”

“Hehe, I heard that Master Kong Ming is famous for his craftiness. You deserve this fame.” The young man laughed and tore a skin mask off his face, revealing a thin and white face.

Seeing this face, the old man’s face changed, “You are Childe Feather Fan of Tian Han Sect?”

“It is me.” Childe Feather Fan smiled slightly. In a swish, a black feather fan was unfolded in his hand. There was a white sword painted on the fan. Although it was only a painting, people could feel its sharpness no less than a real sword.

“Anyone who is still hiding? Come out.” Kong Ming shouted around.

“Whiz whiz.” In two sounds, two young people leapt in from the window.

A young man in black with an ancient sword on his back.

Another’s dressing was a bit weird. He wore a white Huaxia robe, on whose chest and back were each a crescent moon and the crescent moons were black. The black crescent moons.

“Sharp Swordman of Ancient Sword Sect and Merciless Saint of Saint Moon Sect. Haha, the young geniuses of the three top sects have all come. You think really high of me.” Kong Ming laughed, then he looked cold, “So, you’ve already killed my disciple??”

“Yes.” Childe Feather Fan kept smiling and his weird smile disgusted Kong Ming, “Senior Kong Ming, your disciple was rubbish. His existence will ruin your reputation, so we killed him for you.”

“So, I have to thank you guys. Humph.” Kong Ming humphed coldly, and his murderous intention was boiling.

In face of the murderous look of Kong Ming, the three men did not change their faces. The other two were cold while Childe Feather Fan was still smiling, “No thanks, just give it to us, and then we will no longer trouble you.”

“Give that to you, hahaha…” Kong Ming laughed, “Your sects really made a good plan. However, even you are geniuses, for me, you are just in the middle period of the Void Stage. Cultivators of this stage are not qualified enough to defeat me.”

“They three may not be qualified, but how about I join them?” A heavy sound came outside, and then a gust of wind slid in. After the wind ceased, a figure appeared in the room. It was an old man with wild golden hair.

“Gold Wild Lion?” Kong Ming paused and his eyes were serious and angry, “Gold Wild Lion, your sect Jinwu Sect was totally destroyed. You are not preparing for the revenge for your disciples but coming here to seek my trouble. You are really a lion among sheep and a sheep among lions, hehe.”

As he mentioned Jinwu Sect, Gold Wild Lion was provoked, “Kong Ming, you watched my Jinwu Sect destroyed and did nothing. You just acted as an onlooker and let Jinwu Sect’s disciples be killed. Do you still have a face to mention this?”

“Humph.” Kong Ming scorned, “Why should I help your sect? Give me a reason.”

“You… It’s because, because we are all martial cultivators in Semi-Ancient Martial World, you should help us.” Gold Wild Lion gave him a far-fetched reason.

“Because we are all martial cultivators? Shame on you. Since we are all martial cultivators, why are you robbing me?” The sneer on Master Kong Ming’s face was more obvious.

“Uhm, that’s your fault. You didn’t help us at first. Of course, as long as you hand that over, we’ll let you go for you are also a martial cultivator.” Gold Wild Lion persuaded hypocritically.

“What if I don’t give it to you?” Kong Ming’s eyes turned colder.

“I only want to kill only one person today. That is Qin Hao who destroyed Jinwu Sect. If you keep stubborn and court death, I don’t mind killing you first, and then go to the Medicine Sect to kill that little bastard.” Gold Wild Lion’s eyes also turned cold, and his blond hair fluttered.

“You had too many words. Just fight. Stop talking.” Sharp Swordman from Ancient Sword Sect spoke. His voice was as cold as his sword. He had already lifted his hand over his head, slowly pulling the ancient sword out of the scabbard.

The black sword was simple, which seemed to be rich in history.

Ancient Sword Sect was famous for swords, especially the ancient swords passed down by ancestors. Each sword had an amazing legend, and every sword would add up a bright story to its legend when it came out again.

When the ancient sword came out, not only did Kong Ming, but other people looked at the sword, and in their minds, they thought: A peerless ancient sword, a nice sword.

“Humph.” Facing their murderous intention, Kong Ming gave them a calm sneer, “You want to kill me? Think about it. If I die, you will never get what you want. That thing is hidden in a place where only I know.”

“Haha, Kong Ming, people say you are an old fox, they are right.” Gold Wild Lion scorned at him, “But only the young buy your story. You can’t cheat a stager like me. If I’m not mistaken, that thing is on your back. You can’t be hunchbacked for no reason. That’s where you hid it.”

This time, Kong Ming’s face changed.

Seeing Kong Ming’s face, Gold Wild Lion was even more joyful, “It seems that I am right. Young masters, please don’t break the thing on his back.”

“I know.” Sharp Swordman of Ancient Sword Sect was the first to act. His simple giant sword exerted a heavy pressure brought by the atmosphere of fading history.

This was the will of the sword as well as the soul of the sword.

The ancient sword with a long history could integrate the wills of sword masters of generations, and these wills would become the will and soul of the sword itself, which could exert pressure to the enemy from mind and spirit. Thus, the enemy’s determination would be disrupted, so that his/her force would be weakened. The enemy with a delicate mind would be killed easily.

As Sharp Swordman took the first shot, the other two also moved. Childe Feather Fan waved his fan, and an invisible high-handed sword shadow rushed out.

The moves of Merciless Saint from Saint Moon Sect were weird. A thick fog ran out of his robe with roars. A black tentacle popped out the fog and quickly pawed at Kong Ming.