The man in black who broke in looked to be in his forties, with a burly build and a long face. He was filled with a fierce aura. If it weren't for the spiritual power surging in his body, it would have shown that he was a A cultivator, and a cultivator who was new to the Sixth and Seventh Floor Building, just looking at the temperament of this man, there was no difference between him and Du Wenqiang's bodyguards and thugs.
As for the person he was holding in his arms, he was a thin and small old man, dressed like an old farmer in the countryside, with gray hair, a pair of triangular eyes, a very sinister face and a temperament, and he did not look like a good person.
And this old man is also a practitioner in the realm of first knowledge.
At this time, the old man's body was covered with large and small wounds. The wounds seemed to have been cut by sharp blades, dripping with blood. The old man was curled up in the arms of the man in black. Perhaps he was too seriously injured. The evil spirit in his body was greatly reduced. At this moment, he looked like a helpless and pitiful old monkey. In the old man's hand, he was holding a stack of white paper tightly, but most of the white paper had been covered by him. The blood running down his wrists was stained red.
Of course, if there were just a few wounds like this, it would be impossible for a practitioner of the First Consciousness Realm to become so dying.
The situation inside the old man's body was also in a mess. Shu Guan could clearly feel that there were many different spiritual powers running around inside the old man's body, constantly destroying his meridians.
This old man must have been seriously injured when he was surrounded by many people.
"Li Lin, what's going on?"
"Lao Wang, please stop asking questions now and save my friend!"
"Oh, let's agree on the price first. Your friend is so seriously injured that it won't be easy to save him. I have to accept you no matter what..."
"Dad, what time is it? Let's save people first and then talk about it."
The girl Wang Runling directly interrupted her father's words. At this time, the girl's face no longer showed the look of distress, and became full of energy. She waved to the man in black and said:
"Bring him up."
Then he turned around and ran up to the second floor.
The man in black hurriedly followed the little old man in his arms, and then Wang Maorong greeted Shu Guan and hurriedly went up.
Anyway, this person's money has been collected last time, but the person above has not yet.
So Shu Guan was the only one left downstairs.
Shu Guan had no intention of staying long, so he put away the bottle of lavender elixir and walked out the door.
When he went out, Shu Guan was still thinking about why the little old man who was seriously injured just now seemed familiar to him.
He didn't recall it for too long. When he walked out of the door, Shu Guan remembered where he had seen that little old man.
It was more than two months ago, when Ao Tian was crossing the thunder tribulation by the river outside Shen City, there was a group of practitioners following him secretly, trying to take advantage of the situation. The little old man just now was one of the group of practitioners. a member of.
At that time, Shu Guan killed the Rising Sun cultivator who was about to kill the little old man, thus saving the little old man's life.
In that incident, the little old man's presence was extremely low, and he never even got close to Ao Tian, so Shu Guan just ignored him.
Since I didn't argue with this little old man at the beginning, there is no need to settle accounts with him now.
Thinking of the identity of the little old man, Shu Guan didn't pay much attention. After leaving Runling Hall and walking around a street corner, he took off his mask and looked at the weather. The weather should be good today, so Shu Guan decided to take the bus back. , take a look at the scenery of Shanghai in the late autumn morning.
Not far ahead, there is a bus stop.
However, just when Shu Guan was about to walk towards the bus stop, he suddenly stopped.
Because at this moment, he sensed multiple spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly appearing around him.
Those spiritual energy fluctuations were in the soil beneath his feet, flowing like undercurrents at the bottom of a river.
...Someone is using Taoism to sneak underground!
Shu Guan immediately understood what was going on.
And those spiritual energy fluctuations quickly stopped after passing by his feet.
Shu Guan glanced back as if inadvertently.
At this time, there were still many people walking on the street, but there were seven or eight figures standing outside the gate of Runling Hall.
They were seven or eight men wearing kimonos from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, with samurai swords hanging from their waists.
The men from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun pushed open the door of Runling Hall and walked in.
Shu Guan's gaze suddenly became cold.
The Black Dragon Society's ninja killing team!
He was too familiar with the temperament of these people.
…
"Li Lin, what happened to your friend? Why was he chopped into such a state!"
On the second floor of Runling Hall, in a large room.
This is a room with a very weird style. There are many strange things in it, and the most eye-catching thing is the large stove about one meter high and about half a meter in circumference in the center of the room. It is red in color, and carved on the furnace body is a strange beast that looks like a deer or a lion with a black bead in its mouth.
It was the legendary ancient spiritual beast, the deer lion, which was said to be able to taste all medicines in the world without dying.
On the walls around the room, small holes were cut out, filled with bottles and jars of various sizes. Some of the jars were transparent, and you could see that they contained things that looked like animal offal. , of course, there are also some things that you don’t know how to describe at all, they are really weird and inexplicable.
The ground around the wall is filled with many flower pots. Various flowers and plants are planted in the flower pots. The flowers and plants are of different shapes, some are extremely beautiful and bright, and some are ugly and weird, but no matter what kind The flowers and plants all seemed to be full of vitality, and some of the flowers and plants actually exuded very weak spiritual energy.
The seriously injured little old man was lying on the ground next to the vermilion stove, and Wang Runling was feeding a few pills into his mouth.
Wang Maorong and the man in black named Li Lin were standing aside.
"It's not the bad things those Japanese dogs did!"
Li Lin said bitterly.
"Japanese dogs? How did you provoke those guys from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun?"
Wang Maorong frowned.
"We accepted a business, which was to escort a certain professor who came back from the Western Continent to Jinling. Today we picked up the professor at the pier, and then we were going to drive him directly to Jinling. Unexpectedly, we just came out of the application Not long after we entered the city, we were ambushed by a group of Japanese practitioners."
"There were originally four of us, but two of them were killed by those Japanese dogs. Bai Zhiweng and I protected the professor from the siege and hid him in another place. Bai Zhiweng was also seriously injured. I brought the white paper man to your place, Lao Wang."
Li Lin explained.
Wang Maorong glanced at him suspiciously and said:
"It's just business, why are you working so hard? And this is not like the behavior of you guys whose consciences have been eaten by dogs!"
Li Lin suddenly cursed Wang Maorong and said:
"*, you are an old money addict who is so greedy for money, how can you have any conscience!"
"Speaking of money, I have to make it clear first. Your friend called Paper Old Man, if it weren't for my daughter, he would definitely be dead today. Moreover, he is still a practitioner in the first realm of consciousness. This life After all, it’s worth ten thousand silver dollars!”
"*, ten thousand silver dollars, you might as well go grab it!"
While the two were talking, their expressions suddenly changed, and they simultaneously turned to look towards the door.
The moment they turned their heads, the heavy wooden door turned into strands of wood like a tattered straw mat blown by the strong wind, and then, dazzling sword lights rolled in from outside the door. .
The fierce fighting and fighting broke out without any warning.
The two warring parties were Wang Maorong, Li Lin and eight kimono men who rushed in unexpectedly.
In the first five or six seconds of the battle between the two sides, Wang Maorong killed two men in kimono.
Wang Maorong gives people the impression that he is a middle-aged man full of philistine spirit. As long as he makes money, he will nod and bow to everyone he meets. For such a person, it is easy for people to forget that he is actually a strong man in the Fetal Movement Realm!
What's even more surprising is that those who have never seen Wang Maorong fight would never imagine that Wang Maorong's fighting style could be so violent.
The first man in kimono who rushed in was a practitioner of the First Awareness Realm. He raised the katana in his hand high and slashed at the white paper man lying on the ground.
Wang Maorong didn't mind at all whether Paper Old Man would be killed, but at this time his daughter was squatting in front of Paper Old Man, inspecting Paper Old Man's injuries.
The man in the kimono's sword probably had to cut Wang Runling in half before it could actually hit the white paper man.
Wang Maorong dodged and appeared in front of Wang Runling.
The light of the slashing sword was as fast as lightning, and it had already struck three meters above Wang Runling's head.
Wang Maorong stretched out a hand to protect his daughter's head.
The extremely sharp samurai sword struck his arm, but it made a sound like gold and iron.
The sleeves on Wang Maorong's arms were torn apart, revealing a large row of iron rings under the clothes.
There were actually more than ten iron hoops on his arms.
At the same time, apart from the clothes on Wang Maorong's arm, what was shattered inch by inch was also the samurai sword.
A look of shock flashed across the kimono man's face.
Then a fist appeared in front of him.
The speed of that fist was even faster than the knife he just struck.
That was Wang Maorong's other hand. When he punched, there was also the sound of metal hitting under the clothes of his other arm.
Then the kimono man's head was smashed by Wang Maorong's punch like a rotten watermelon.
And all this happened in the blink of an eye.
When the first kimono man's head was smashed, another katana struck him.
This knife was originally aimed at the white paper man, but it changed its direction midway and struck at Wang Maorong.
The light of this sword was erratic and unpredictable, and it was impossible to tell where on Wang Maorong's body it was going to strike.
One of Wang Maorong's arms stretched directly into the light of the sword.
Then all the sword light disappeared.
Because Wang Maorong's palm had already tightly grasped the wrist of the second kimono man holding the sword like an iron hoop.
Then he dragged the man in kimono towards him.
The man in kimono was dragged over by Wang Maorong involuntarily like a little chicken.
At the same time, Wang Maorong raised one leg and pressed his knee hard against the kimono man's lower abdomen.
There was a sound of bones breaking inside the kimono man's body.
As soon as Wang Maorong let go, the man in kimono who was pushed into a puddle of mud by his knee went limp.
Then two more rays of sword slashed towards him.
Wang Maorong's two arms swung at the same time, like two iron rods, hitting the two whizzing swords.
A ray of sword light was easily smashed by him.
But another blade of light flashed suddenly, seeming to disappear, avoiding Wang Maorong's arm. When it reappeared, it had already come to Wang Maorong's body and stabbed into Wang Maorong's chest.
This kimono-wielding man, like him, is also a practitioner of the Fetal Movement Realm.
Wang Maorong's face turned pale, and at the same time he retracted his arms like lightning, and the iron rings on his arms suddenly made a clear sound.
The blade that went straight into the chest and stabbed at the heart paused for a moment.
Then Wang Maorong grabbed the back of the samurai sword, and at the same time, two of the iron rings on his arms suddenly closed and clamped the blade of the samurai sword.
So this katana can really no longer move forward.
A stream of blood came out of the corner of Wang Maorong's mouth.
Although he clamped the knife in time, the tip stopped half an inch away from his heart and failed to penetrate his heart.
But the sword energy contained at the tip of the knife still invaded his heart, and for practitioners in the Fetal Movement Realm, the heart is still a fatal point.
In fact, Wang Maorong was able to avoid this knife, but behind him was his daughter, so he could not avoid it and could only use his body to block the knife.
At this time, another sword light struck over.
This was a brighter, sharper, and faster sword light than all the sword lights just now, including the one that pierced Wang Maorong's chest.
However, at this time Wang Maorong finally had the opportunity to shout out something.
"This place is protected by the Tantai family!"
The words Wang Maorong shouted in times of crisis seemed to have some kind of magic power.
The sword light that had struck a few centimeters above his head suddenly stopped.
The person holding the knife is a man in kimono with a lean and sturdy build, a wisp of dandan hair on his lips, and a slender nose.
His gaze was as sharp as the light of his sword.
This man in kimono, whose cultivation had reached the peak of fetal movement realm, stared at Wang Maorong coldly and asked in blunt Chinese.
"Tantai family?"
"Yes, our pharmacy is actually a business owned by the Tantai family."
Wang Maorong said quickly.
"You lied, didn't you?"
The man in kimono with an eagle nose asked again in broken Mandarin.
"I think no one in Shencheng would dare to use the Tantai family to lie."
Wang Maorong smiled bitterly.
The eagle-nosed man stared at Wang Maorong's face for five or six seconds, as if to determine whether what Wang Maorong just said was true or false, and then he finally shouted in Rising Sun Mandarin.
"stop!"
Then the fighting in the house stopped.
(End of chapter)
