"Master, these people have passed the test of the gambling house and said they want to see you."
Fan Hai bowed respectfully to the man behind the square table.
"Um?"
The dark-skinned middle-aged man didn't seem to take Fan Hai's words to heart very much. At this moment, he still lowered his head to check the file, but said without raising his head: "Since you are a distinguished guest of our hall, let's take a seat.
"
As soon as he finished speaking, several men in Tsing Yi immediately moved three seats and placed them in front of Liang Yan and others.
But Liang Yan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. When Tang comes here, he has something to ask."
"Oh? What's the matter?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little interested, raised his head, looked at Liang Yan and asked.
Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Do you cherish your life, Master?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "How dare you bully our Taisui Gang?!"
Liang Yan's expression did not change, and he just said lightly: "It's not that I deceived the hall master, but that you didn't even know that your lair was occupied. Are you right, Manager Wang?"
Wang Yang, who was beside him, suddenly changed his calm expression.
He didn't answer at all, and directly pulled off the black cloak on his body. He raised his hand and shook it, and a thick green smoke spread from the cloak. Then Wang Yang shrank back and was about to go.
Escape outside the secret room.
But before he could run a few steps, Dumb kicked him in the back of the heart. He flew up in the air and hit the wall of the secret room, whereupon he died.
"Gee, I didn't expect this little brother to be very alert, but he's not the same as the previous supervisory envoy!"
A charming voice came from the direction of the stairs, and then two people walked in from the door of the secret room.
One of them was a red-faced man, shirtless, with eleven waist drums of different sizes tied around his waist, and two drumsticks pinned to his buttocks.
The other person was a woman in purple clothes. She was tall and fair-skinned. The only thing that was weird about her was that her hair was too long. It was even too long to hang down naturally and could only be coiled around her waist.
"Who are you?!"
The dark-skinned middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he stood up and retreated hurriedly. The men in green clothes around him also drew their swords and guarded the middle-aged man behind them.
In this secret room, even if it takes ten days and a half, no outsider may be able to come in, but now it's just a cup of tea, and people are breaking in one after another, and they are not good people. This is called
How can middle-aged people not be frightened?
But no one was willing to answer his question. In other words, the other two groups of people in the room just regarded him as nothing more than air.
Liang Yan's face was indifferent, he looked at the two people in front of him and smiled and said: "You two have followed me all the way since I left the 'Youde Pawnshop'. It's been a lot of hard work. It's just that you want to use this underground secret room to get rid of Tang secretly.
So, how do you know that Tang doesn’t have the same intention?"
The face of the woman in purple who was still smiling slightly changed, but only for a moment, she smiled sweetly again, and she said: "Old Chu, do you hear that? We are not the mantis stalking the cicada, but the oriole behind.
!”
The woman in purple said, wiping her neck and saying, "This guy said he wanted to kill us all!"
After hearing this, Lao Chu didn't smile and just replied angrily: "Then peel off his skin first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out two drumsticks from behind and gave a heavy blow to a waist drum at his waist.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound, like a thunderclap beating a drum, deafening and deafening. Liang Yan's body surged with spiritual power, as if it was about to burst blood vessels and break through the skin!
However, he had to temper his physical body with Hunhun Kung Fu. The strength of his physical body was different from that of ordinary monks. At this moment, the golden light on his body just turned around a few times, suppressing all the boiling blood in his body.
He is like this, but others are different.
The dozen or so strong men in green clothes were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. They exploded and died first. A stream of blood mist spilled out, dyeing the entire secret room red.
Liang Yan's expression also changed slightly. He didn't expect that this person's method was so special and could actually induce people's energy and blood.
With a thought, Liang Yan suddenly waved his hand and covered Ah-Dai and the dark-skinned middle-aged man with a circle of golden light.
The red-faced man called Lao Chu couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw that Liang Yan remained motionless under the sound of the drums and even had the strength to protect the other two mortal warriors.
But the next moment, he opened his arms, and the two drumsticks fell like raindrops on the eleven waist drums.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
Muffled thunderous explosions echoed in this small secret room, like thousands of troops and mighty waves of an angry sea.
At the same time, the woman in purple also shook her head, and saw a head of long cloud-like hair that seemed to be rolled back by a long river, sweeping straight towards Liang Yan's head.
Whether it is the red-faced man Lao Chu or the woman in purple with unusually long hair, their cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building.
In their minds, if they can't defeat the tender-faced scholar in front of them in a two-for-one fight, then they will really be shameless.
Liang Yan's face also looked a little strange, but he was thinking to himself: There are indeed many wonders in this world, and there is actually a female nun who can refine her three thousand black hair into a spiritual weapon!
After thinking about it, the sword technique in Liang Yan's hand did not slow down at all. A long silver sword came out in response, and with a gentle twist in the secret room, it chopped off the long hair that covered the sky and the earth.
"Sword cultivator!"
The purple-clothed woman and the red-faced man were both shocked. They had heard about the sword cultivator's offensive power for a long time, but at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. There was only a narrow secret passage behind them. If they took a step back, they would be pierced by a flying sword.
The fate of the heart.
The two of them no longer had any contempt in their hearts. The woman in purple shook her head, and thousands of blue hairs swept over her. She had a special physique, and her long hair was refined by special means. She could break gold and stone, and ordinary spiritual weapons were destroyed.
If she hits it with her long hair, it will explode directly.
At this moment, long hair was flying all over the room, and the woman in purple didn't look for Liang Yan's flying sword. Instead, she twisted and twisted in various ways, and finally came towards Liang Yan himself.
As for that old Chu, he hammered the eleven waist drums around his waist so loudly that even the two drumsticks in his hands had a slight crack!
Liang Yan's expression did not change, but the golden light around him became more intense, firmly protecting the two people behind him. At the same time, the sword formula in his hand suddenly changed, and the fixed light sword was transformed into three. One of them was guarded by his side, and the two people were rolled in
All his long hair was chopped into pieces, and the remaining two flying swords were as fast as meteors, shooting towards Lao Chu and the purple-clothed woman respectively.
"ah!"
Two silver rainbows flashed past, and the two people standing at the door had no time to react. They only let out a scream, and then saw blood bursting into the sky, and two human heads flying into the air.
Thanks to book friend: Old Kiln Worker for the reward!
