Yi Tianxing gently pushed open the door and walked in. The dim red light was faintly blood-colored, covering every corner of the bar. The bar was very quiet, and people with calm faces were either sitting at the wooden table or leaning against the bar, holding a glass of blood-like wine in their hands, listening to Joseph Suk's slutty violin music flowed like running water.

The only person who was inconsistent with the atmosphere between the venue was Les, who was hiding in a corner and pouring wine, his face was pale, and the wine spilled from the corner of his lips, wetting the front of his newly changed clothes.

In the first half of the night, after he escaped from the Peninsula Hotel, he did not have enough courage to report his bold and arbitrary actions to His Highness the Prince. Instead, he hid back to the settlement of vampires in Hong Kong to drink and relieve his boredom. In his opinion, although the Eastern practitioner was very strong, he could never come to him.

But Yi Tianxing came to visit the door, Mo Shawei lowered his head, and his red hair floated gently like a strange grass in the dark night.

Everyone in the bar noticed the strange visitor, and some people began to frown.

A waiter respectfully stepped forward and said, "Sir, our store is closed, this is an internal party."

"Then where should I go to drink?" Yi Tianxing asked with a smile. The voice immediately woke up Les, who was comforting himself in the wine country. He showed a terrified expression on his face, as if the deep hole in his chest began to hurt again, as if his heart was caught in the hands of this young man again.

The waiter whispered: "The winery on this street is usually open until the early morning. Turn right and it is a very famous winery."

Yi Tianxing shook his head, gently held Mo Sha's hand, and walked to the center of the bar. He gently swept over everyone in the bar, gently spit out the flames of heaven from under his nails, and slowly rubbed them on his soft pupils.

The scene in front of him shook slightly, and he immediately saw many things that were not visible to the naked eye.

There were so many people sitting or leaning in the bar, but there was no warmth on them. Under his golden eyes, there was a faint coldness. Yi Tianxing glanced around and frowned slightly because he found that there were actually several warm "people" in the bar.

"It's human, please leave here immediately." He said politely.

Seeing the sky fire spitting out from his fingertips and hearing his words, the blood tribes in the bar naturally knew that the person coming was not ordinary people. They couldn't help but look solemn, and stood up from the chair. A few guys with drunken faces were reluctantly supporting the bar and stood up. Only the timid Les shrank his body under the table, begging the young man named Yi not to find himself.

There were a few real people who didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the atmosphere in the bar was a bit weird, they quickly escaped.

"Will normal humans also attend the internal gatherings of the blood clan?"

Yi Tianxing smiled and looked at the bar owner inside the bar.

The boss took a wet towel, gently wiped his face with many wrinkles, and replied: "Today is our party day, and those guests just now are our food today."

The boss continued, "Young practitioner, the water of the well does not interfere with the river. Why did you come to disturb our peace?"

With the arrogant personality of the blood clan, if he hadn't seen the depth of Yi Tianxing's realm in front of him, he would never have spoken so gently.

Yi Tianxing frowned, stared at Les hiding under the wine table, and shouted, "Come out, what's the point of hiding? Do you think I can't see you if you cover your eyes?"

The bar owner said angrily: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Yi Tianxing ignored him at all, looked at Les, who had a look of fear coming out from under the wine table and said lightly: "Are your prince in this bar?"

Rice shook his head desperately.

Yi Tianxing was a little disappointed.

The bar owner was finally angry by his disdain. His face was pale, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said coldly: "No matter who you are, since you disturbed our food, please stay and have a meal with us."

While he was talking, a blood clan quietly climbed to the ceiling of the bar and walked upside down with a light body. He was wearing a black windbreaker in the blood of the bar. The blood clan slowly came to Yi Tianxing and Mo Sha's heads. The scene looked very strange.

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Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "You seem to be very interested in something I am protecting. For safety, I have to ask you to leave this city."

The black shirt buzzed lightly, and the blood clan's fingertips surged, and with the shrill sound of the wind, he pounced on Yi Tianxing's head.

Rice stood at the wine table, his feet trembling, and he was almost unable to stand firm. Seeing his kind attack on Yi Tianxing, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said with a scream of fear: "No!"

His words came a little late, and the blood clan had already flew to Yi Tianxing's head in a ghostly way.

Yi Tian didn't raise his head, and pointed one hand at the sky. The index finger slightly lit up. An incandescent light suddenly surged from his finger, instantly swallowing the body of the slid down the blood clan.

With a muffled sound of "Peng", the blood clan was caged by white light. In a short moment, it was instantly refined by this heavenly fire that was refined to extremely high temperature. No trace of blood was scattered, and there was not even a scream.

As if nothing had happened, Yi Tianxing slowly walked towards the bar and whispered to the blood clan boss with a hidden face: "I want to see your prince."

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The bar is still so quiet, and the violin music is still so melodious.

More than a dozen blood clans looked at Yi Tianxing and found that the young cultivator killed his kind in seconds, but they didn't seem to have any happy expressions - the blood clans felt fear and understood why Les was so afraid of the other party.

The bar owner bowed sincerely and said, "Can you know the powerful name of yours?"

Rice quickly said, "He is the great Buddhist Yi."

The bar owner glared at him fiercely and cursed, "It was you and Vlad who caused it again!" Then he turned around and said respectfully to Yi Tianxing, "The great Buddhist Yi, Your Highness, the prince, has returned to Europe this month, and may not come back next month..." Seeing that Yi Tianxing's face seemed to be bad, he quickly said, "If any blood clan offends your dignity, I can speak on behalf of Your Highness, and you can deal with it yourself."

After saying this, he glanced at Les, who was pale.

The blood clan is really a very wonderful race. Their courage is often reflected in the fact that they are stronger than the other party. When they find that the other party is far from the force they can compete with, they will immediately choose the most effective and most able to protect the interests of the ethnic group.

For example: give up certain individual members, such as: Les at this time.

Rice looked at him fiercely: "Old Jack, you will regret what you said today."

Bar owner Jack shrugged indifferently: “Unless you can survive today.”

The rest of the blood clans in the bar also sat down, thinking that since it was the trouble caused by Les and since Old Jack had made the decision, it naturally had nothing to do with him. One of the same clans had just died, and he could not die anymore.

It seemed that what happened in a while had nothing to do with me anymore, and these blood clans tasted the red wine in the glass in an elegant manner.

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"Is there blood in the cup?" Yi Tianxing asked Old Jack.

Old Jack said respectfully: "Now my compatriots think the pure blood tastes a bit fishy, ​​so they usually drink it with whiskey."

Yi Tianxing shook his head and said to Mo Sha who had been silent around him: "These people don't seem to know much about your personality."

Mo Sha gently lifted up his fiery red hair, his beautiful lips tightened slightly, and lowered his head to ask for instructions.

Yi Tianxing nodded.

Mo Sha slowly floated up in the wooden floor in the bar, his toes were about two inches away from the floor, and then a red light flashed by. Her man had instantly moved to a small wine table, with a faint golden red light shining at the blood clan on the table!

The blood clan was concentrating on cutting the bloody steak, holding a glass of bloody wine in his hand, looking full of his heart on the delicious food, and seemed to be unable to react at all.

But when the golden red light from Mo Sha’s fingertips pierced in front of him.

His right wrist flipped!

After turning it over so easily, the bloody wine in the cup immediately spilled out, forming a blood curtain made of light blood in front of him.

With a few chirping sounds, the red light at Mok's fingertips dimmed a little, but it still stabbed him in front of him. The hot sky flames, even if these blood clans had survived for hundreds of years, they would not resist the low barrier.

The blood clan screamed, and his whole body shrank into a small black shadow, swept back quickly, and stuck to the curved window.

His reaction was quick and the response was correct. He seemed to have been prepared for Mo Sha's move, but Mo Sha's face was still extremely calm, and he seemed to have guessed that the other party was pretending to behave.

Even the blood curtain blocked it, and the other blood clans rushed up. For a moment, black shadows danced in the bar, and occasionally golden light flashed out. Various forces tear the air in the small space, which was extremely difficult.

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Yi Tianxing seemed not very concerned about Mo Sha's safety, walked to the bar, signaled to Old Jack to have a glass of real wine, took a sip, and asked, "Your prince is really not in Hong Kong."

Old Jack looked at the strange young man with a cold face: "No. I want to know what exactly you want to do, are you going to provoke a war between us?"

Yi Tianxing said quietly: "I will not stop you from leaving this city."

Old Jack shook his head and smiled, "We have always lived in this city together. Your request is too absurd, it is a fairy tale." He looked at his fellow tribe who was fighting desperately in the venue and frowned, "Are you so confident in that girl?"

The answer to his words was a few screams in the field.

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A few hissing sounds sounded, and on the wooden floor of the bar, the people fighting desperately separated, and the blood clan who could still stand, looked at the red-haired girl surrounded by them, with a look of fear on his face.

There was still no expression on Mo Sha's face, and a trace of beautiful red hair was gently bitten on her lips, looking particularly charming.

Her left hand penetrated into the body of a blood clan and was burning with sky fire. The blood clan was hung in the air by her, and her body was suffering from the torture of high temperatures and screaming.

Her right foot was stepping on the chest of a blood clan. The sternum of the blood clan was broken, and the blood, whether it was him or the person he sucked, was slowly flowing out of the hole.

Behind her, there were two blood clans who were separated by corpses, but they were unable to enter the embrace of the god of death for a while. The lonely head was rolling on the ground with his fearful eyes, and his headless cavity was lying on the floor, twitching constantly.

Mo Sha's delicate right hand gently held a delicate weapon. The weapon was very slender, with complex spiral patterns on the handle. The front end was a slender metal thorn without side edges. The tips were dazzling cold light, which was very sharp. The whole weapon was shining with a certain silver texture. It was obvious that the two blood clans who were separated from the body behind her were injured on this weapon.

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"We can't kill you." Old Jack was still holding the wet towel in his hand and staring at Yi Tianxing's eyes.

"My female disciple is a killer, but seriously, she is also a Buddhist student." Yi Tianxing explained seriously.

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The silver blade shining with cold light in Mo Sha’s hand was obviously blessed with her pure Buddha nature during the use. Her three meditation scriptures were not learned in vain. The two blood clans who were separated on the ground slowly stopped twitching. At the break of the cavity, there was a faint golden light. The next moment, the two corpses seemed to be slowly but quickly dried up and withered, collapsed on the floor, gradually fading into two balls of dead meat. A flash of white light turned into countless flying gray and black gravel, sprinkled on the floor.

Mo Sha raised the blood clan corpse in his hand expressionlessly, and slowly took two steps back, breaking the two ugly heads left on the floor of the blood clan.
To be continued...