After a few people entered the house, there was a rustling outside and the sound of footsteps in clothes. It seemed that many people had come.
"You are such a arrogant thief, how dare you go to my beggar gang branch to kill people. Today you will be unable to fly."
The young beggar who led Wang Qi'an to him cursed angrily, and without any explanation, he shook the bamboo stick in his hand and attacked Wang Qi'an.
This man's eyes were cunning and twinkling. Although he was young, his offensive was full of fire.
Wang Qi'an knew that he was being taken advantage of again, so he couldn't help but curse himself secretly.
Since arriving in Chengdu, I have been uneasy, probably because I miss Chu Yunxia.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen into the enemy's trap twice in one day.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, and seemed to realize what the problem was.
At this moment, the young beggar's bamboo stick had hit his face. Wang Qi'an took a sharp breath and suddenly stretched out his hand.
The stick shadows all over the sky disappeared.
Wang Qi'an's fingers happened to clamp the end of the bamboo stick that was less than a foot away from his forehead.
The precise timing and rapid speed made everyone present feel shocked.
The young beggar believed that his martial arts skills were far superior to those of his peers. He wanted to perform well in front of the old white-haired beggar, but he didn't expect that the opponent would grab his weapon before he could make a move.
And it only used two fingers.
He felt that his face was dull and his face was completely lost. He couldn't help but let out a loud shout. He used all his strength and thrust forward fiercely.
"Crack, crackle, crackle..." sounded.
The bamboo stick suddenly seemed to be burnt, turning into black charcoal, and then shattered into pieces.
The young beggar felt a hot inner energy attacking him along the length of the stick like a blazing fire.
There was a scream, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
The young beggar held his right wrist, his face suddenly lost color, showing an expression of pain, and he backed away violently.
Just as he was about to fall, a burst of strength came from behind to hold him up.
"Your Majesty has such good means, no wonder you dare to be so rampant."
The middle-aged beggar with a round face and small eyes stepped forward quickly and put one hand on the young beggar's shoulders to help him stabilize his body.
Wang Qian's face was stern, he stood up slowly, scanned the crowd with his eyes, and said coldly:
"You carefully planned to lure me here in an attempt to put the blame on me. What is your purpose?"
The middle-aged beggar with a round face and small eyes scolded angrily and shouted loudly:
"What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of setup? Liu Laojiu saw you kill Boss Qiu with his own eyes, do you still want to quibble?"
This person wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to take action, but he didn't expect that when he touched Wang Qi'an's fiery gaze, his heart became numb, and he involuntarily helped the young beggar take a step back.
"Boss Hu, stand down, you are no match for him."
The white-haired old beggar behind him slowly stepped forward, tapping the bamboo stick on the ground with a rhythmic sound in his hand.
"I am Pu Changqing, the sixth-level elder of the Beggar Clan. What is your relationship with the Red Prison Demon?"
Wang Qi'an saw that the rhythm produced by the opponent's bamboo stick had the effect of weakening his own momentum.
The red light in his eyes faded and he said calmly:
"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about?"
The white-haired old beggar's look of surprise flashed across his face.
"Isn't what you just performed the fire burning technique of the Red Prison Demon?"
Wang Qi'an sneered and made no excuse. He moved towards the door with lightning speed.
At this moment, screams rang out one after another outside the house.
The white-haired old beggar's expression changed, thinking that Wang Qi'an had come to help.
With a wave of his hand, he took the lead and chased away.
Wang Qi'an's figure disappeared on the roof.
There were twenty or thirty corpses lying in the yard. Judging from the shabby and ragged clothes, they must be disciples of the Beggar Gang guarding the door.
These corpses were shriveled, as if their flesh and blood had been drained away, leaving only skin and bones.
Some of them even had big holes in their chests, and they looked like they were dead.
The white-haired old beggar showed an angry look, his eyes were spitting fire, he let out a sharp roar, and then with a flick of the bamboo stick, he chased in the direction where Wang Qi'an disappeared.
The reason why Wang Qi'an suddenly rushed out of the central hall was because he felt a powerful murderous aura suddenly appeared outside.
However, he still took a step slowly. When he rushed outside, he only saw a blurry figure walking across the wall.
From the symptoms on the corpse, he concluded that the other party was the murderer of the Bizhulin disciples, and he was most likely the 'blood demon' mentioned by Hu Luanjiao.
He speeded up with all his strength and rushed towards the escape position of the figure.
However, when he chased him out of Wu's mansion, he had disappeared.
The speed of this human body method has reached a state that is shocking to the world.
Fortunately, the opponent's strong murderous intent had not completely dissipated. Wang Qi'an identified the right direction and shot away like an arrow.
Wang Qi'an chased him from the east to the west of the city, and then from the west to the north of the city, almost losing his opponent's sense of contact several times.
The strange thing is that the other party's murderous intent has not restrained at all. Wang Qi'an guessed that the other party did not satisfy his murderous intention at the Wu family mansion before, so he was looking for the next target.
Wang Qi'an's power was running at a high speed, and his induction circle expanded infinitely. Suddenly, he felt that the murderous intent of the opponent was rapidly increasing.
"found it!"
Wang Qi'an was excited and ran towards the direction where the murderous aura came from.
But something strange happened. When Wang Qi'an got closer and closer, his murderous aura suddenly disappeared completely.
Wang Qi'an anxiously circled around, but found nothing.
He couldn't help but become a little discouraged and looked up at a temple that appeared in front of him.
"Jinshan Temple".
It is called Jinshan, but there are no peaks or hills around it.
I saw that the temple door was open, but no one was guarding it.
When Wang Qi'an was wandering and hesitating in front of the temple, the sound of fighting came to his ears.
Wang Qian's heart moved, and he walked through the temple door and headed towards the place where the sound came from.
Hundreds of people gathered in front of the Main Hall.
Among the crowd, a man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a rusty iron sword without a blade was engaged in a serious fight with a woman in yellow and two middle-aged men.
"Watari Qianqiu!"
Wang Qian almost exclaimed.
This person was exactly the person he met at Qinhuangdian's overseas base in Haizhizhou that day.
"Du Qianqiu, back then you assassinated my husband, and today I want you to pay for it with blood!"
The woman in yellow scolded fiercely, and the two swords in her hands made deadly moves, dancing faster and faster.
"Du Qianqiu, your doom has come. I must beg for mercy. Maybe I can give you a happy ending."
The middle-aged sword wielder in the siege also shouted loudly.
"What nonsense are you talking to this beast? If you don't cut him into pieces today, it will be difficult to resolve the deep hatred."
Another middle-aged man who kept punching out with both fists said angrily.
Under Du Qianqiu's bamboo hat, only the corner of his mouth could be seen, but his full face could not be seen. He spoke to the three people, and the moves of the iron sword in his hand did not fluctuate at all.
Wang Qi'an had already seen that Du Qianqiu's martial arts skills were far superior to those of these three people, but he always only defended rather than attacked, so he was surrounded by the three of them.
Seeing that Du Qianqiu was not in danger, Wang Qi'an couldn't wait to search the crowd.
Several women in snow-white clothes and veils first caught his attention, but he immediately looked away in disappointment.
Beside these women stood a monk.
The Taoist looked to be in his fifties, with a long scar on his forehead, a mahogany sword in his hand, and a four- to five-foot-long cloth bag on his back.
The monk was slightly younger than him, wearing a fiery red cassock, a string of thumb-sized rosary beads hanging around his neck, and holding a vajra in his hand.
