A street away from Evergreen Court, on the top of the Bei Feng branch of the worship hall, in an elegantly decorated room, two people were sitting opposite each other, leisurely drinking tea and talking with each other.
One of them was wearing an ordinary plain white robe, with soft features, bright eyes and long eyebrows. He saw a huge firework suddenly exploded in the night sky outside the window. He couldn't help but look at it, and then there was a strange look on his face. He put down the tea cup in his hand and lightly touched the table with his fingers. , close your eyes slightly.
Sitting opposite the young man in white robe is an old man with a bright head. He is extremely tall and has thick joints in his hands.
He glanced at the warning sign outside the window and prepared to ignore it.
He knew that place was a quiet garden in the busy city opened by the eldest son of the city lord Ren's family to entertain distinguished guests. It was said that it was full of smoke and everything.
He was only a little curious about the attitude of the young man across from him. He was clearly checking with his spiritual sense. He hurriedly searched for his spiritual sense at all costs to see what could attract so much interest from the mountain qi practitioner in front of him, Brother Xu.
He "saw" the incompetent boy from the Yan family. He was furious. He held on to the attic window and yelled downwards, "Kill him quickly. Kill a bunch of idiots. It's useless at the critical moment." Then he was frightened by an arrow grazing his scalp. The feces and urine flowed out, making all kinds of ugly appearances.
The old man shook his head slightly. There was such a prodigal son in the family, and Lao Yan did not control him.
If you keep fooling around, you will suffer a big loss one day.
For example, the person in front of him can make Lao Yan unable to eat, so it doesn't matter how powerful he is in the world.
Of course, this is none of the old man's business. He can just watch the fun when Lao Yan is unlucky, and he will never dare to tip off the news.
His mind scanned the whole place and found a majestic black archer who was interesting. His footwork seemed clumsy and skillful. He managed to escape from desperate situations every time and escaped. The two men joined forces to attack him. The bronze arrow he just took in his hand was matched with It's on the string but not released.
He saw the archer walking one, two, and three steps in a row, and the gait was incredibly weird. When the man in black jumped into the air and pursued him in a sudden turn, he took three steps in a row again. His walking was really ugly, and it seemed like he had eyes on the back of his head. He dodged two trees and appeared behind the man in black through the gap.
The arrow that was drawn but not fired hit the man in black at the back of his neck and protruded from the front of his throat.
Archery combined with footwork is amazing
What a ruthless and courageous method
When he kills people, he doesn't even care about Lao Yan's face.
"He has retained some spiritual sense and consciousness, let's just say it. If you don't leave any means, it can't be said that he is good at footwork and archery. It seems that the army can sharpen his murderous nature better. I see."
Xu Yunlou, who was tapping on the table, opened his eyes, muttered to himself, shook his head and smiled. He seemed to have guessed the intention of the big black man from the autistic god's palace to commit himself to the army and become a body refiner. Sigh a few times.
There are a few qigong practitioners on the mountain who can do this, put down their noble postures, and fight roughly among ordinary troops.
In fact, there is no distinction between elegance and rudeness in fighting, it is all just to save one's life.
Compete with people, compete with heaven, don't dare to slack off in the slightest.
Hearing the occasional words from the Qi Practitioner opposite, he seemed to have a different appreciation for the big black archer. The bright-headed old man silently noted it down without asking any more questions. He guessed that Lao Yan was about to get into big trouble.
There is such a brainless and arrogant idiot son who should have had his legs broken long ago and kept as a pig in the family.
If you mess with people you shouldn't mess with, no matter how powerful the Yan family is, it doesn't matter
But in Yuancui Pavilion, Wu Jun threw a warning firework into the sky, which attracted the attention of many people in Beifeng City. It was a special red warning firework used by military cultivators on the border of Sihuang City to seek help when they were in danger.
Anyone who is cultivating in the same city must do their best to support them
There were quite a few cultivators known in the city. They heard the news and rushed to the place where the fireworks warned.
The other young men playing in the attic gardens of Evergreen Garden would not miss such a great opportunity to watch the excitement.
The closest one in the city was General Fu's fifth son, who led two cultivators and several retinues of warriors. He took the lead and broke into Yuancui Pavilion unceremoniously. Following the sound of fighting, he happened to see a big black archer using his weapon. The bow and arrow shot down the crossbowman at the attic window with rapid speed, making Mr. Fu's heart drop into the ice cellar as he watched the excitement.
It was so cruel that more than ten people were hung from the window and fell to the ground. They were all fierce soldiers in black military robes.
The black crossbow fell to the ground, and arrows were scattered downstairs. It was so tragic.
Yan Laoer's personal bodyguard, the black-clothed cultivator at the pinnacle of the Guben Realm, the top master that Yan Laoer often showed off, was hit by an arrow in the throat. It was shot from the back of the neck to the throat, and he fell to death in the forest. He couldn't die. Die again.
Next to him, there was another tall and strong cultivator lying dead, wearing a showy crimson outfit.
Under the attic, next to the rockery, there were two corpses of cultivators in scarlet clothes lying dead. Both were hit by two arrows.
What a ruthless person, daring to kill like this in Beifeng City.
Could it be that he didn’t know the power of General Yan, the city guard?
Seeing a group of people rushing towards him, Chang Siguo turned around with a look of indifference. His arrow suddenly pointed at the fifth young master Fu in the middle. He was so frightened that the fifth young master Fu hurriedly shouted, "Friend, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we are passing by, we are passing by, Leave immediately."
For the first time, he experienced the horror of his scalp exploding, his hairs standing on end, and a gust of cold air reaching from his tailbone to the top of his head, and he retreated in embarrassment.
The two personal bodyguard cultivators were also so frightened that they stood in front of the Fifth Young Master, not even daring to draw their swords for fear of angering the furious archer.
I didn't expect that the body-refining warrior archer, who I thought was useless in the past, could kill people so horribly.
Those cultivators were all killed by arrows.
Wu Jun walked out of the dense forest of flowers. Two crossbow arrows were pierced through his left arm and shoulder, and half of his clothes were dyed red with blood.
The injury to his broken palm has not healed, which seriously affects his performance.
No wonder he wanted to make the matter known to the whole city. He was about to lose his life even if he was hit by a crossbow. How could he have any scruples?
Throwing warning fireworks is to seek help and make a big fuss, and to tell Chang Siguo that he can kill without holding back. To deal with these lawless bastards, he must use killing to control violence.
Seeing that Chang Siguo had already driven away the crossbowmen outside the window, killing more than ten people and killing four cultivators with arrows, but the dandy on the fifth floor had long disappeared, he sighed angrily, threw away another warning firework into the air.
He must not let go of that Beirong woman. It was one of the evidences that convicted Young Master Yan.
Communicating with foreign enemies is a serious crime of breaking up, punishing, and confiscating one's home.
He wants to cause such a big mess that all the forces in Bei Maple City know about it. Let's see how General Yan ends up.
If they keep quiet and choose to settle the matter, the two of them will most likely not see the sun tomorrow.
The powerful General Yiwei, who was also a cultivator of the Three Tribulations Crystal Bone Realm, had many ways to make the two of them die hundreds of miles away from the city, or even in a sewer in the bustling Beifeng City. Only if the trouble gets out of hand, masters of the same level will come forward to restrain General Yan and prevent him from doing whatever he wants.
It would be best to alert the masters from the North Feng Branch of the Worship Hall and come out to seek justice.
He didn't believe that General Yan could cover the sky with one hand in Beifeng City.
Young Master Fu retreated in embarrassment. At the gate of the garden, he met several other young masters who came to watch the fun.
He stopped and was beaming, recounting the bloody scenes inside, exaggerating the ferocity of the big black archer, completely forgetting the fear he had just felt, wishing he could drink from the pot and have a heroic moment.
There were four figures rushing towards Evergreen Garden from three directions at extremely fast speeds.
The second fireworks clearly pointed out the direction of the rescue.
At the entrance of Evergreen Garden, many passers-by were gathered around to watch the excitement. They were talking in a low voice about what big thing happened inside, but they didn't dare to take a step forward. When they saw the figures passing over their heads, they hurriedly retreated in silence, not daring to Crowded around the door.
"Who set off the warning fireworks?"
Several figures climbed over the garden wall, not wanting to conflict with the young masters and servants blocking the door. They glanced at the miserable situation near the attic, and a red-faced man asked in a deep voice, "This is really a big deal."
They naturally recognized who belonged to the cultivators in scarlet clothes and the soldiers in black robes who were shot dead.
This muddy water is not easy to flow, and some people are starting to beat their drums in their hearts. ,,,
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