This yard was bought for a hundred taels of silver, which is extremely large and spacious.

There are dozens of people sitting inside, either holding weapons or just empty-handed, with thick muscles and bones, and the splendor in their eyes cannot be concealed at all.

These are all warriors.

And they are warriors who have experienced killing and fighting, like beasts in the mountains and fields.

These warriors were originally sitting upright in the yard, waiting quietly for the decision of the one. At this time, a crisp knocking sound came from outside the door. It was like a stone thrown into a pool, and ripples naturally arise. The originally silent warrior raised his head and looked neatly in the direction of the wooden door.

It seemed as if a beast was running, and the yard was instantly killed, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground. The sound of flapping from the treetops was heard. The two geese were frightened, flapping their wings and flying, and two black feathers fell.

The feather fell down, but it seemed to be affected by some invisible force and floated very slowly.

The knocking sound was still stable. After several knocks, he stopped.

The door was not closed at all now, but the person who came knocked on the door. He was obviously a very polite person.

In the inner hall, Fei Yuanzhen happened to feel the atmosphere was a little silent and depressed. He could hear the knock on the door and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The corner of his mouth pursed slightly, and a gentle smile appeared, saying:

"At this time, I don't know which friend came here."

"I'll go open the door..."

He pulled the topic away without a trace and hoped that the ancestor would calm his anger. In any case, he and Fei Yuanbai were both blood brothers and did not want to see the latter to make the ancestor unhappy.

But today he is destined to be disappointed.

The old man with a dysfunction eyes did not sit back to the main seat, but stood up instead. The expression on his face became a little serious. The knocking sound outside the door sounded again, still calm and composed.

The warriors sitting at the bottom of the hall were still calm.

The feather slowly fell down.

Then it was directly torn to pieces by the invisible qi.

Fei Yuanzhen's expression changed slightly.

He finally realized that at this time there were dozens of elite warriors who had experienced murder and were watching quietly. Even if they were separated by a wall, they were not able to withstand it. If they were warriors, they would be even more instinctively excited, just like a steel knife was placed on their necks, and a subconscious reaction would definitely not be so calm.

In the old man's eyes, there was a dark light and a cold expression, and he said:

"You retreat."

Fei Yuanzhen subconsciously spoke and said, "Old Ancestor..."

The old man had passed by his body, leaving a faint voice, saying:

"You are not qualified."

He walked through the lobby and walked slowly into the courtyard. There was something wrong with his eyes, but ten feet away, he could already "see" the smoke of blood and smoke rising into the sky. The blood and blood were so high and so young, like a newly grown tiger, revealing its minions.

Even though he was separated by a strong wall, he could feel what kind of warrior was on the other side.

He walked slowly across the road.

Each step instinctively mobilizes the muscles of the body, and the blood pumps, just like the Yangtze River passing through the river, bringing abundant power. Behind him, the warriors who were originally sitting cross-legged slowly stood up, remained silent and followed slowly within five steps behind the old man. He never took a look at Fei Yuanzhen and Fei Yuanbai who followed him.

The old man walked to the door and slowly raised his hand to tidy up his clothes. He opened the door that had not been locked. Outside the door was a young man wearing a brocade robe with white bottom and red lines, painted with a dragon.

When the old man opened the door, he raised his palm that knocked on the door was retracting it. After a breath, the door had already opened wide, and the old man looked like a lion after he left the door, and the young man's palm was retracted to his waist.

Behind him was a man in his early thirties holding a silver spear with a shiny iron in his hands.

The old man looked calm and said:

"Who?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and said calmly:

"A visitor."

“Who to visit?”

"A thief, a thief."

The atmosphere between the two was immediately tense.

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Another direction of the city.

Gongsun Jing was alone and walked towards a courtyard. A hundred meters in front of the courtyard, he was guarding two people without letting anyone get close. He brought two big men with naked arms, and the muscles on his arms were bulging, obviously containing strong force, and he was carrying a thick handle and a heavy knife on his back.

This knife has no sheath and the sharp blade is cold.

Seeing Gongsun Jing coming alone, one of them frowned, raised his hand and pushed him, saying:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

“Not here…”

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Before the palm touched Gongsun Jing's shoulder, it was already grabbed by the stronger palm, and it happened to be stuck at the wrist bone. Gongsun Jing's face was low, his expression was calm, and he twisted to the side.

Crispy sound.

The face of the thick barbarian suddenly pale, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down from his face. The companion next to him changed his expression. He raised his hand and pulled out the heavy knife behind his back. However, the knife was only three inches away, and he felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen and his face turned pale.

Two feet in a row.

The two big men flew back like rags, coughing out a large mouthful of blood from their mouths.

At this distance, there were still others guarding him. When he saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed. When he looked at each other, only one of them turned around and ran quickly towards the gate. The rest of them pulled out their weapons and looked at the man in front of him with a vigilant face.

They did not recognize Gongsun Jing.

Gongsun Jing did not move anymore. His eyes closed slightly, took a deep breath, and the blood that had been silent in his body for a long time was slowly accelerating.

It's still so boiling.

At this time, a middle-aged man with wide shoulders rushed out of the door. He was angry, but after seeing Gongsun Jing over there, his expression suddenly changed and he retreated back to the yard like lightning.

After counting the breaths.

More than a hundred warriors have appeared on this street.

One of them, Gongsun Jing, had seen that ten days ago, during the Tan Yurou incident, the swordsman in black who was standing on Tan Yurou's side, was still carrying three long swords of varying thickness behind him. He was wearing a black suit, and his face became paler. He looked at Gongsun Jing in front of him in surprise, trying to speak, but his eyes flashed past the elegant middle-aged man next to him, but he closed his mouth.

That middle-aged man is also a sixth-grade warrior.

Maybe it can...

A trace of heat appeared in the eyes of the swordsman in black, and was immediately suppressed.

The middle-aged man also thought of this, his eyes burst into light, and he looked at Gongsun Jing, who was here alone in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was laughing, but his murderous aura became more and more obvious.

The warriors around him noticed the solemn atmosphere, and the sound of weapons roaring became increasingly dense.

One by one, the eyes fell on Gongsun Jing's face.

Gongsun Jing slowly raised his head and said:

"Is this the only one..."

It seems that it's not enough...

He raised his right hand and something wrapped in black cloth on his shoulder slammed heavily on the ground. The black cloth fell down, revealing two pieces of the gun body. At the handle of the gun, there was a slight mark with a word on it.

‘Jing’

Gongsun Jing gently stroked the word with his palm.

He knew that he was extremely reckless when he came here today. He didn't look like a gang leader who had been stumbled in the world for a long time. Instead, he looked like a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. But something was surging in his heart. If he wanted him to fight constantly, he had to let him vent his anger first.

Did this thing appear today? Or was it already accumulated in my heart twenty years ago?

He doesn't know, he doesn't know...

I just knew that after seeing the young master and understanding that the general's bloodline was still still in the world, the emotion became more and more exciting and difficult to curb.

What must be done...for example, a warrior who deals with these and spys on the young master's things.

The black-clothed swordsman's expression changed slightly.

More than ten feet away, a completely different momentum began to boil on the man's body, which made him feel a little chilling. He subconsciously took a step back half a step, raised his right hand, and slashed in the direction of Gongsun Jing.

First break time.

After receiving the order, the warriors who did not know Gongsun's identity had pulled out their weapons, and roared in a whistle, as if a group of wolves were rushing, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and they used their own tricks towards Gongsun Jingyun and rushed over.

Gongsun Jing had a gentle face and raised the two cut-off guns.

The second breath time,

The warriors were already within five feet of him.

Gongsun Jing aimed the spear at the light clicking sound, and the spears were spliced ​​together.

He always cherished this spear very much, so now, it is as new as it was when he got it on the first day.

Gongsun Jing held the spear in his right hand and his body was slightly lowered. The spear's tip rubbed against the ground, drew an arc, and landed on the ground behind him.
To be continued...