Entering the lobby of the villa, Zhang Yuanqing quickly glanced around, then ran towards the second floor.
He stopped at the stairs on the second floor. The door of the innermost room in the corridor was closed.
Standing at the door was a tall, middle-aged man, wearing a black vest, with bulging muscles and a fierce face, resembling a thug or bodyguard in movies and TV shows.
The villa was quiet, with no one else except the strong man guarding the door.
"Wang Qian's sister should be inside. Xiahou Tianyuan kidnapped her here. Tsk, if I take her with me, both the person and the person will gain. I'll call Fu Qingyang directly."
He stuck his head out and observed the layout of the second floor. In his direction, there was a surveillance probe, facing the room where the strong man was.
If I were Xiahou Tianyuan, I would have people keep an eye on the surveillance cameras 24 hours a day. If there was any abnormality, I would immediately support Zhang Yuanqing and silently withdraw his head.
At this time, the night tour time was over, and he leaned against the wall of the stairs, thinking while recovering his strength.
In the current situation, there are two options to choose from.
One: Leave quietly and notify Fu Qingyang to send someone to rescue the "hostages".
Two: Kill these robbers and take away Sister Wang Qian.
The first option seems safer, but when the official intervenes, his identity in this matter will inevitably be exposed.
Xiahou Tianyuan would know that it was the great Yuanshi Tianzun who ruined his plan.
In the past, Zhang Yuanqing was not afraid. He had meritorious service and many trump cards. However, with the example of Wang Qian's sister, he had to consider whether Xiahou Tianyuan, who had no bottom line, would investigate his identity and then attack his family.
Car accidents, sudden death, these methods cannot follow procedural justice.
And he didn't make a solid plan to assassinate Xiahou Tianyuan.
In comparison, the second plan was more reliable, provided that he could fight quickly and not reveal his identity. The first thing Xiahou Tianyuan suspected was definitely the people from the Killing Palace, not the great Yuanshi Tianzun.
Zhang Yuanqing carefully considered the feasibility of the second plan:
"It is impossible for Xiahou Tianyuan to send someone from the saint realm to guard an ordinary person, and a practitioner of this level cannot do such rough work. The biggest and greatest limit is for a level 3 practitioner to be in charge. The Xiahou family is a 'bachelor' professional family.
There is no shortage of props. Among this group of people, there must be one person who controls at least one prop.
"The middle-aged strong man at the door gives me the feeling that he is very much like a fire master. He has a deep aura, and the ones outside don't have enough aura. This man should be the strongest."
After weighing the situation, he decided to take a risk and first kill the three people outside as quickly as possible, and then kill the strong man at the door before Xiahou Tianyuan's people arrived.
The level 3 fire master who controls props is very powerful and is a challenge to him.
"If it doesn't work, then use the red hijab. But the body must be destroyed to eliminate traces." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart: After all, she is the mother of my child.
He chose to save people alone, not for Wang Qian, but partly for the anger in his heart and revenge on the Xiahou family, and partly for fun.
If you train someone's son to be a spiritual servant, you should repay the favor.
After clearing his mind, Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out the disguise ring.
He has already figured out the functions and limitations of this ring. After wearing the ring, he can visualize someone's appearance in his mind and it will transform into that person's appearance.
The restriction is that you cannot change your gender or become more handsome than your original appearance.
[Note: Don’t you have an idea of what you look like? 】
That's what I mean.
Putting on the ring, Zhang Yuanqing imagined Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance in his mind. After a few seconds, his appearance became distorted like water waves. When the ripples calmed down, he had transformed into Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance.
Entering the state of night tour, quietly went downstairs.
In the backyard, three middle-aged people were sitting around a round table, basking in the late spring sun, drinking beer, eating food, and chatting.
"By the way, that woman is pretty." The middle-aged man with a big belly who was facing the living room gently stroked his belly and encouraged his companions, saying:
"Brothers, do you want to have some fun? Young Master Tianyuan just uses her as a bargaining chip. She will be fine if she doesn't die. He won't care about this."
The two companions did not take the bait. One was eating barbecue and the other was drinking beer and said:
"Okay, you can call her and ask for permission. If Master Tianyuan has no objection, then we will go in and deal with her."
The middle-aged man with a big belly smiled bitterly and said: "I'm bored, I'm looking for some fun."
His expression suddenly froze, and he stared straight at the living room. On the thick carpet, at the door of the living room, a pair of brand new red dancing shoes fell together.
The scene is weird and terrifying.
The middle-aged man with a big belly shrank his pupils and hurriedly warned: "Behind you, behind you"
The two middle-aged men were stunned and turned back sharply.
When the three people's attention was attracted by the red dance shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a big belly, covering his mouth with his left hand, and holding the bloodthirsty blade in his right hand, he lightly touched the carotid artery.
When the two middle-aged men heard the dull "Woo-Woo" sound, they immediately turned around and saw the frightened face of the fat-bellied middle-aged man. They saw blood spurting from his neck, and also saw the young man with blood splattered on the side of his face.
"Master Tianyuan?" The two of them looked shocked.
Suddenly, they wasted too much time. Zhang Yuanqing stabbed the middle-aged man on the left in the chest with a knife.
The other party instinctively reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly missed it, and the willow blade it stabbed shattered like a bubble.
Illusion.
The next moment, his back felt cold and blood spurted out.
"Ye, Night Wandering God?" He spat out these words angrily and unwillingly, and slowly fell to the ground exhausted.
On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to respond, he saw a pair of strange red dancing shoes rushing over.
He instinctively punched to meet the attack, but heard a click, the bones in his wrist pierced the skin, and his fist hung on his wrist.
Bang bang bang!
The red shoes stepped on the kidnapper's chest at an extremely fast speed, continuously and with great force.
The middle-aged kidnapper flew out and never got up again.
The whole process takes less than ten seconds.
Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and thrust the bloodthirsty blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, allowing the bewitching demon's weapon to absorb enough blood.
Holding the handle of the knife, he felt a hot and majestic power pouring into his body.
The slight fatigue caused by the night tour was completely dissipated, and his physical condition even surpassed its usual peak.
The Bewitched Demon's passive - Bloodlust.
Zhang Yuanqing held a bloodthirsty blade and walked majestically into the living room. As soon as he stepped on the soft carpet, a flash of fire lit up beside the door, blowing his head open.
But this is just an illusion.
The fists of the strong man in the black vest were put on red fingerless gloves at some point, and he punched empty. His expression was slightly stunned.
At this time, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the strong man like a ghost and stabbed him in the back of the heart.
The attack of the Night Walker was silent and impossible to prevent, but the moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin and pierced the muscle, the fire master threw himself forward with amazing reflexes.
"Yeyoushen", a strong man in a black vest, rolled to his feet and raised his eyebrows: "You are not Master Tianyuan, who are you?"
At least the defense was broken. He would continue to bleed. Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other party's words, closed the door of the living room, and then hid himself, waiting for an opportunity.
At the same time, he quietly took out the Tian Toad Stove, kicked it under the sofa, and gave Hong Dancing Shoes a pursuit order.
Da da da. Hong Dancing Shoes ran briskly towards the middle-aged man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to go around from the left and tried to attack the fire master with Red Dancing Shoes.
If he had enough time, he could completely replicate the record of killing Ou Xiangrong in the underground garage. Unfortunately, not every battle can have such good conditions.
"snort!"
The strong man in the black vest snorted coldly, his gloved hands burst into flames, and he punched the red dancing shoes.
He quickly experienced the helplessness of his dead companions. Flames and fists penetrated the dancing shoes that were coming at him, followed by two "bang bang" sounds and severe pain in his chest.
The huge flying kick caused his heart to stop instantly and he staggered back.
Chance!
Zhang Yuanqing lowered his body and ran towards the enemy like a cheetah. At this time, he saw the strong man in black vest kicking his heels, stabilizing his body, and punching his chest hard with both fists.
"boom!"
Like a high-explosive grenade exploding, heat waves and shock waves raged across the huge living room. The carpets, sofas, and wooden cabinets were ignited, and flames shot up high.
Zhang Yuanqing was also blown out. His whole body was so painful that he almost fainted. His hair was curled up, his clothes caught fire, and there were black and red burn marks oozing blood on his face.
The strong man in the black vest turned pale, as if he had also suffered the backlash of the explosion. He rushed over fiercely, his back muscles swelled, and he made a fist with his right arm and pulled back.
Snap! The air seemed to tear apart.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was half-dazed and unable to dodge, chose the most correct response. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a clear yellow orb in the air.
The next moment, a fierce fist fell on his face.
Bang bang bang. A dull sound echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, and a fist hit harder than the last on his face and chest.
He seemed to have forgotten to resist, and staggered back after being beaten. Even his steps back were extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.
An earthy yellow halo covered his body, creating circles of tiny ripples. The power of the punch penetrated the defense of the "Calm One" orb and poured onto him. It was painful, but he could bear it.
Da da da!
Red Dance Shoes rushed to rescue the useless master, kicking the fire master's waist with both strong and heavy feet.
Zhang Yuanqing finally seized the opportunity, immediately took back the orb, held the knife forward, and stabbed the Fire Master's abdomen with the tip of the knife.
At this time, the body of the strong man in the black vest spontaneously ignited and disappeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing.
The next second, he appeared in the flames not far behind Zhang Yuanqing.
Fire element!
After the strong man in the black vest appeared, he immediately kicked out a blazing fireball.
As the scorching wind blew behind him, Zhang Yuanqing rushed forward as fast as he could, letting the fireball fly past his head and hit the wall not far away with a "bang", creating a large charred area.
As soon as he fell down, before he could enter the night game, the second and third fireballs hit him one after another.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled sideways and avoided the first fireball, but was hit in the waist by the second fireball. His clothes instantly ignited and he was struck by searing pain.
Bang bang!
Two flying kicks once again gave him a chance to breathe, and Zhang Yuanqing's tumbling figure disappeared.
The strong man in the black vest dodged to avoid a frontal stampede, and suddenly felt a chill on his head. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Night Wanderer who disguised himself as Master Tianyuan, quietly appeared on the left side, and swept across with his sword.
"Hmph, a ghostly trick!"
This time, he did not take the initiative to attack, but instead flicked out a line of fire, easily shooting through the sneak attack of the Night Walker, causing the opponent to disappear into nothing.
But at this moment, the sight of the strong man in the black vest went dark and he lost his vision.
His heart trembled, and he made an immediate decision. His fists collided with each other on his chest, causing terrible flames and shock waves.
boom!
The air wave shattered the TV, overturned the bonsai, and the living room burst into flames.
The strong man in the black vest breathed a sigh of relief that he was not attacked. At this time, his vision was restored and the chill on his head was gone.
Suddenly, an itching sensation crawled up his throat, and he couldn't help coughing. The more he coughed, the more itchy he became. The strong man in the black vest bent down, his face turned red from coughing, and he fell to the ground due to coughing. His hands and feet were sore and numb.
The red shoes seized the opportunity and attacked crazily, trampling on the strong man in the black vest again and again.
At the stairway leading to the second floor, Zhang Yuanqing watched all this quietly. At his feet was a "tearful" chubby baby. His little hand was holding the owner's trouser leg, and the other hand pointed at the middle-aged man in a black vest, accusing himself just now.
I was frightened by him.
Just now, it was Xiaodoubi who was lying on top of the fire master's head, and was controlled by Zhang Yuanqing, changing his vision.
The purpose was to force the strong man in the black vest to use the "explosion" method again, because Zhang Yuanqing was keenly aware that this was a trick that could kill one thousand enemies and damage eight hundred.
All this was to pave the way for the "poisonous hair". When a knife stabbed the strong man in a black vest in the back, Zhang Yuanqing came up with a way to fight.
Use the Red Dance Shoes and Bloodthirsty Blade as consumption, and use the Heavenly Toad Furnace as the ultimate move.
The toxins in the Tian Toad Furnace are constantly evaporating. Theoretically speaking, you will be poisoned after taking one breath. However, the toxin is initially weak and ordinary people can withstand it, so it takes time to accumulate.
But if the target person's physical condition is very bad and weak, his immunity will definitely decrease.
Therefore, he made a plan to use the Red Dance Shoes to chase down, the Bloodthirsty Blade to bleed to consume the enemy, and then use the Tian Toad Furnace to end the battle.
His bold use of the Tian Toad Furnace just now was not a gamble, but a certainty that his immunity would be stronger than that of the Fire Master. The powerful vitality and self-healing ability of the Night Walker God were his confidence.
Fire Masters do not have such passive skills.
Seeing that the fire master finally stopped moving under the trampling of the red dance shoes, Zhang Yuanqing was still worried and used the willow blade as a flying knife and threw it with all his strength.
The sharp blade was nailed into the opponent's lower abdomen, and he was relieved. Without further delay, he groped for the Tian Toad Stove under the overturned sofa, and put the prop with a bronze base and ebony body back into the inventory.
Then, he took back the Bloodthirsty Blade, the Red Dance Shoes, and the pair of gloves on the fire master's hands.
At this time, the flames had begun to spread, burning fiercely, and threatening to engulf the entire living room.
Zhang Yuanqing seized the time, rushed to the second floor, jumped up high, and smashed the surveillance probe with one punch.
Thump thump thump. He started running in the corridor with elm flooring, and soon came to the door. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrank violently, and he stared at the door.
A mobile phone was lying there quietly, the screen of the mobile phone was on, and the call was on.
