While the two were talking, the gangsters surrounded them.
What Zhuyeqing said made sense. None of the gangsters present had done anything illegal. If they were clean, there would be no need to hide in this inn.
"It should be more than just them!"
Yang Qingyuan looked around and said to Zhu Yeqing, "There should be masters in the Yuan Hua Realm!"
Yang Qingyuan didn't know if there was, but he was just trying to deceive Zhuyeqing out of professional habit.
"I heard before that the newly appointed person in charge of Dali Temple is very knowledgeable, and today I can see that he is indeed well-deserved." A sharp voice came down from upstairs.
A man as short as a dwarf jumped from the second floor, no more than four feet tall, carrying a large ax on his back. The size of the ax was larger than his height.
On the stairs to the side, there was also a lame, skinny man limping down on crutches.
These two people should have the ability to hold their breath, and Yang Qingyuan didn't notice these two people just now.
Zhu Yeqing felt confident in an instant, "Mr. Yang, this is my son, that is my man." As he spoke, Zhu Yeqing touched the dwarf's head.
Yang Qingyuan looked at the two people who appeared with serious expressions.
There must be something wrong with this inn. There are actually three Yuanhua realms in one inn.
Yuanhuajing is not a big cabbage.
Among the eight sects of the Righteous Path, the lowest ones are only a dozen Yuan Hua realms in strength, and the most powerful is Shaolin. It has been inherited for thousands of years and has a large number of people, maybe it can exceed a hundred.
For example, in the imperial court's six dark divisions, there are less than five Yuanhua realms on the surface. Of course, there may be some hidden in the dark, but there are definitely no more than ten. Of course, Yuanhua realms like Duan Tianya and Tie Shou are definitely different from ordinary Yuanhua realms. One against three, not a big problem.
But now in an inn, except for Li Laodao and Wang Laosan, three Yuan Hua realms appeared.
The cripple walked to Chunchun on crutches, bowed to Yang Qingyuan, and then said, "Master Yang, my mother-in-law was very offensive to you just now. We have no intention of being an enemy of the imperial court, but the inn here is the golden basin. Wash your hands and withdraw from the world. Please also ask Yang Qingyuan to spare our lives."
Although Zhu Yeqing and the other three had the upper hand in terms of numbers, the lame man was really polite when he spoke, as if he were an old man.
It's not that you can't catch us because there are so many of us, it's that you, Mr. Yang, showed mercy and let us go.
Yang Qingyuan was given enough face, and someone else might have gone down the slope. After all, there were three Yuanhua on the opposite side.
But Yang Qingyuan doesn't think so. Although three Yuanhua will be a little more troublesome, there is no difference from one Yuanhua.
more importantly……
Yang Qingyuan took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.
"You said you washed your hands of your evil deeds and returned to the right path, so you opened an inn here!?"
The lame man nodded and said, "That's right!"
Yang Qingyuan did not continue to dwell on this topic, but poured out a drop of unknown liquid and hung it on his fingertips with true energy.
"Do you know what this is?!"
Without waiting for the three of them to reply, Yang Qingyuan used his true energy to turn the droplets on his fingertips into mist, which was instantly dispersed.
Then Yang Qingyuan casually waved his sword energy and extinguished the lanterns in the inn.
In the dark inn, there was blue light everywhere.
The blue light shines on the earth, but the crime of bloodshed has no trace.
The blue fluorescence all over the ground was the silent complaint of countless dead souls, which made Yang Qingyuan feel cold in his heart.
This is how many people had to be killed before the entire inn was stained with blood.
Everyone in the inn didn't know why, they just thought the blue light was creepy.
Ten breaths later, Yang Qingyuan raised his hand and shot out sword energy, using the Pure Yang True Yuan to ignite the lantern that he had just killed.
When it comes to the depth of the true energy, there are many people who are better than Yang Qingyuan, but when it comes to controlling the true energy, Yang Qingyuan is the top group of people in the world.
Although the lame man didn't know what it was, he had a bad premonition in his heart.
Even so, he still asked forcefully, "I wonder why Master Yang is doing this?"
Yang Qingyuan flicked his sword with his fingers, "Zheng!"
"That was the secret medicine of Dali Temple just now. Any place that has been stained with blood will emit a faint blue fluorescence."
The lame man stopped talking, and just slowly pulled out a thin sword from his cane.
Now Yang Qingyuan has no room for communication. The blue light that filled the room just now is destined to only one party survive.
The dwarf also took off the big ax from his back, and then said to Zhuyeqing, "Mom, let's go and be embarrassed after we chop this person up!"
Zhuye Qing touched the dwarf's head, and then said coquettishly, "When we chop off this pretty boy, we will be a family together."
Yang Qingyuan's expression did not change, but he was already complaining in his heart that your circle was really in chaos.
The three of them exchanged glances and immediately launched attacks at the same time. Zhuyeqing and Dwarf attacked Yang Qingyuan from the left and right respectively.
The lame and skinny man attacked Cao Xueyang and Yang Guo.
Yang Qingyuan held the sword in his right hand to neutralize the two men's attack, and shot a sword energy from his left hand towards the lame man.
The sword in the hand of the lame man is different from the long swords in the general arena. The sword has a long and slender blade, a bit like the style of a Western rapier.
The characteristics of his swordsmanship are also fast and dangerous. This kind of swordsmanship makes it difficult for Cao Xueyang, who has not yet mastered martial arts, to resist.
Her marksmanship is as powerful as any other man's, and she is no less powerful than Wang Laosan's astonishing swordsmanship.
But facing the lame man's personal fast attack, the spear in his hand could no longer be used freely.
Yang Qingyuan also discovered Cao Xueyang's situation, and his figure disappeared in front of the dwarf and Zhuyeqing.
Everyone in the hall saw an illusion before their eyes. Yang Qingyuan appeared in front of the lame man, and used the blade of the green sword to resist the lame man's stab.
Then the real energy shook, shaking the lame man away.
"One-legged Yin Sword, Yin Wufeng, six gates with a reward of 40,000 taels, Dusha Boy, Han Yi, six gates with a reward of 130,000 taels."
Yang Qingyuan opened his mouth and revealed the origin of the two people.
Both of them are on the Six Gates' most wanted list, and they are among the top thirty. They are both full of evil deeds and have countless blood on their hands.
The dwarf laughed when he saw that Yang Qingyuan had revealed his origin.
"It's too late, I was already poisoned when I started!"
The giant ax used to poison the boy Han Yi was only used to confuse the enemy. His ax skills were not surprising, but everyone who fought with him would focus on his giant ax. He could wait for the opportunity to poison him. .
This method of diverting attention is very useful, but it has no effect when facing Yang Qingyuan.
The innate body is not easy to take lightly. When ordinary toxins enter Yang Qingyuan's body, they will be immediately resolved by the innate body.
Although Yang Qingyuan cannot be said to be immune to hundreds of poisons, he is not far off.
Poisoning Yang Qingyuan is not as effective as inviting him to drink. The biggest flaw in his innate body is that he pours wine whenever he encounters it. One glass is enough.
"Yeah!?"
Yang Qingyuan stepped forward quickly and swung out his sword. The sharp edge of the sword energy instantly enveloped Zhu Yeqing and the others.
