C192 The Black-robed Man
C192 The Black-robed Man
He saw a middle-aged man who wasn't dressed in ragged clothes, but he definitely wasn't wearing any decent clothes. He was looking at a young man in black in front of him with a frightened expression. He kept bowing and bowing.
He had a frightened and helpless expression on his face. Obviously, he didn't know what to do.
Lin Yaoyang could tell at a glance that this middle-aged man was just an ordinary person. There was only a thin air flowing in his body.
Obviously, he was not a powerful cultivator. He was carrying a hoe on his back. Clearly, he was just an ordinary farmer.
The young man in front of this middle-aged farmer was different. He was wearing a black robe. The material of the black robe looked like it was made of superior material.
Under the morning sun, it actually looked a little black and shiny. The young man had a slender body and a pointy face, but the only thing that made people feel regretful was that.
This man's face had a sickly white color, as if it was somewhat unhealthy.
His entire person also revealed a gloomy aura from beginning to end. Just by looking at him, one could tell that this person's temper definitely belonged to an extremely violent type.
At this moment, the young man's shoulder was covered with a small piece of yellow mud, forming a huge contrast with his clean and tidy black robe.
Clearly, this black-robed young man's emotions were fluctuating greatly at this moment. His body was trembling slightly, and his face revealed a very malevolent appearance.
Lin Yaoyang shook his head when he saw this. This kind of person would definitely not be able to achieve great things with his face full of joy and anger.
Black-robed Man looked at the dazzling yellow mud marks on his body. After that, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer.
He actually reached out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged farmer's collar, lifting him into the air.
The air was filled with the qi emitted by this young man. It was obvious that this young man was a cultivator.
No wonder this middle-aged farmer called this young man Old Master Immortal.
After the young man held the middle-aged farmer in his hand, he roared at him: "You bastard! How dare you! How dare you walk without eyes? You dirtied my clothes. Even if I sold you, I wouldn't be able to afford it!"
The middle-aged farmer, who was held in his hand, was so frightened that his face turned pale. His mouth kept trembling. Clearly, he did not know what to say.
His whole body was shaking violently. After a long time, he struggled to say something. "Master... Master Immortal, let me go. I really didn't do it on purpose."
Then, the middle-aged farmer finally couldn't hold on anymore, as if he was being suppressed by the young Black-robed Man's Qi.
He actually peed directly. Yellow urine dripped down from his trousers, like a water pillar.
Seeing this, a trace of disgust flashed across Black-robed Man's face again. He pulled the middle-aged farmer's hand a little more. It was as if he was afraid that the middle-aged farmer would touch him.
Not far behind the middle-aged farmer, there was an old man and a young man snuggling against each other. They were trembling as they watched what had happened in the field.
It was obvious that the middle-aged farmer in Black-robed Man's hands was their relative.
But they really didn't dare to make any moves. After all, they were ordinary people without strength. If they acted rashly, they might lose their lives here.
It was early in the morning. Many farmers were entering the town's market from outside the town to rush to the market.
Many farmers who came and went saw what was happening in the market, but most of them didn't dare to stop to watch.
Most of them quickened their pace, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.
Most of their eyes revealed a kind of sorrowful expression.
When Lin Yao Yan saw this, she felt a little unhappy in her heart. This black card man was really too useless.
A cultivator who relied on his own cultivation to rely on himself was actually someone who bullied ordinary people. He could really be considered a complete scumbag.
When Lin Yaoyang saw this kind of situation, he felt stifled in his heart. That Black-robed Man's strength seemed pretty good. He wasn't much older than Lin Yaoyang.
The name was on the spot, but the rank was marked as the rank of a seventh grade martial master. Lin Yaoyang raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this. It was obvious that he wasn't from the town. He must have come from the outside.
How could there be such a powerful young man in the town? Behind Black-robed Man's name hung two green words - harmless.
Lin Yaoyang knew that although this guy's strength was not bad, if he met him, he would definitely not be a match for him.
That black-robed young man seemed to be unable to bear the "dirty" middle-aged farmer in his hands. He actually grabbed him and threw him onto a stack of grass not far away.
However, it was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but the middle-aged farmer did not land on the haystack.
Instead, he fell precisely on the ground beside the haystack. At that time, the middle-aged farmer let out a muffled groan when he fell on the ground. Clearly, the fall was not light, or else it would not be like this.
Following that, the farmer coughed violently a few times and actually coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Lin Yaoyang saw it clearly. The blood that the middle-aged farmer spat out clearly had Qi circling within it.
This young man was really vicious! He attacked an ordinary person and even injected his own Qi into his body.
If such an ordinary person were to let the Qi of a martial master wreak havoc in his body, he would definitely not be able to live for more than a few days.
Even if he could forcefully return home today, he would die in less than two days.
Lin Yaoyang's eyes turned completely cold. This person was truly too vicious. Just because he had a little bit of strength, he acted so arrogantly?
Did he really think that no one in this world could stop him?
The middle-aged farmer coughed a few mouthfuls of blood on the ground and struggled to speak. "Thank... thank you, Master Immortal, for not killing me!"
Then he struggled to get up.
The two relatives of the middle-aged farmer...