After Yang Chan began to treat him, the commotion in the T-shaped room was quickly resolved. He did not panic, and the injured disciple felt at ease.
The sounds of swords clashing and screams outside were slowly decreasing, and it was obvious that the situation was under control.
The injured disciple's still somewhat nervous expression completely relaxed.
"You also lie down and I'll bandage it for you."
Yang Chan looked at the injured disciple who was still bleeding and said.
Only at this moment did his hands relax a little, no longer clasping his hands on the plum blossom sleeve arrows.
Yang Chan seemed to have a calm face and was treating these injured disciples seriously, but in fact he did not relax until the noise outside became quieter, and then he felt relieved.
"Senior Brother Yang, should I go and inquire about the situation?"
Sun Qiwu watched Yang Chan bandaging the injured disciple and took the initiative to speak.
"Okay, if you encounter danger, retreat and pay attention to your own safety."
After hearing this, Yang Chan nodded and agreed.
In fact, he also wanted to know the specific situation so that he could be completely reassured. Therefore, after Sun Qiwu took the initiative, Yang Chan did not refuse the proposal.
"Yang Chan, get out and die!"
Before Sun Qiwu could take a step forward, a sharp shout rang out from the wall, and he saw a man with a bloody mouth holding a blood-red sword climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard of the T-shaped house. His red eyes stared at the T-shaped house and quickly searched for it.
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Yang Chan frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Zhao Qiyang was not dead yet.
Originally, he wanted this person to die in an unknown manner and to die in peace.
Unexpectedly, something went wrong with the arrangement of elder Lu Zhenghai and others, and this guy came to his side.
Looking at Zhao Qiyang's appearance, he must have been seriously injured. His body was working hard, and there was a glow of brass on his skin. He was indeed a master at refining copper skin.
"Physician Zhao, you are in the wrong place. Bingzi Pharmacy is next door, not here."
Yang Chan looked confused, but his hand moved secretly at this moment.
Looking at Zhao Qiyang's appearance, his face flushed. He must have taken a drug that instantly exploded his strength. He looked like he was at the second level of the externally refined copper skin, but the strength he unleashed was probably even higher.
Even though he is currently on the third level of the outer copper skin, he doesn't want to get close to fight, lest he gets tricked. It would be better if he could delay the arrival of the people from the Law Enforcement Hall.
"Were you here in the wrong place? Jie Jie Jie Jie!!!"
"Yang Chan, you killed my brother Zhao Ziqing. I can't leave the Hanlin Mansion now, so I'll let you pay with your life, and let these people from the Qingyuan Sect be buried with me!"
Zhao Qiyang sneered, a strange smile came from his mouth. He took the Blood Exploding Pill, and his strength increased by 50% in one stick of incense, but his life was also at an end. When the medicine's power was gone, he would directly bleed to death.
This is the method prepared by Lingyu Palace for high-level secretaries like them, in the hope that these people can take away a few people from the Qingyuan Sect before they die. They have really considered all aspects.
The Qingyuan Sect arranged for an elite disciple from the third level of the outer copper skin to kill him. He noticed something was wrong, and after taking the blood-blasting pill, he caught the elite disciple of the Qingyuan Sect off guard, and then used his life for a life to kill him.
The man was seriously injured.
He himself was not much better. He originally wanted to drag the elite disciple down with him, but unexpectedly he escaped very cunningly. He couldn't keep up, and happened to pass by the D-shaped room, which reminded him of Yang Chan, the culprit who killed Zhao Ziqing.
So he climbed over the wall and came in directly.
After finding Yang Chan, he rushed over with his sword in hand, his face showing a combination of excitement and murderous intent, which was very distorted.
"I didn't expect that Medicine Master Zhao was actually the brother of a traitor to the sect. So are you..."
Yang Chan was a little surprised by Zhao Qiyang's identity. He had overheard the conversation between Zhao Qiyang and Qian Tu before, and thought that Zhao Qiyang had received a mission from Lingyu Palace to kill him, but he did not expect that Zhao Qiyang and Zhao Ziqing were brothers.
No wonder this guy started to cause trouble for him not long after he entered the Hanlin Mansion Medicine Hall. It turned out that he still had such a big hatred.
It's hard to resolve this grudge, so let's send him Zhao Qiyang on his way!
Zhao Ziqing may need a guide on the road to hell, and his brother Zhao Qiyang is just the right person.
"Yes, I am also from Lingyu Palace. Now that you know the truth, it's time to die!"
As Zhao Qiyang said, the man had already approached Yang Chan, and he slashed him with the ten-refined sword in his hand. He wanted to kill Yang Chan directly and decisively take away Yang Chan's life.
Since he had no chance to leave, he took away all the other people in the T-shaped room, which was considered revenge.
The only regret he felt was that he didn't see the Qingyuan Sect destroyed and the Zhao family's incense failed to be passed down.
After his death, the Zhao family also completely disappeared.
There are no traces of the once large family left.
"Um?"
While Zhao Qiyang was thinking about it, he felt something was wrong. His sword didn't feel the pleasure of slicing through his body.
The ten-refined sword is very sharp, but when it cuts through the head, there is still a feeling, but now it doesn't.
When he looked at the blade of the sword, Yang Chan was nowhere to be seen. When he looked forward, white lime powder flew towards his eyes.
Zhao Qiyang closed his eyes subconsciously, but still a little slow.
White lime powder had fallen into his eyes.
"rat!"
After Zhao Qiyang reacted, he did not open his eyes directly. After staying in Tai Yucheng for so long, he naturally knew that lime powder would only make his eyes worse and affect his judgment.
If there is a lot of clean water at this time, it can be directly rinsed to solve the problem, but he does not have so much time to solve it at this time.
"The Qingyuan Sect traitor has the nerve to say this. There is no morality in dealing with someone like you who lurks in the Qingyuan Sect and harms the Qingyuan Sect disciples."
Yang Chan said, gesturing to the disciples next to him who were still able to take action.
Those people reacted quickly. They took the ten-refined sword given by the sect and stabbed Zhao Qiyang from several directions.
"Yang Chan, if you open your mouth, you will still die!"
Zhao Qiyang's ears twitched slightly, and he jumped up, dodging the swords of several people behind him, and at the same time, they stabbed in the direction of Yang Chan.
He has assassinated people in the dark and has the ability to identify locations by hearing sounds at close range.
As soon as Yang Chan opened his mouth, he knew Yang Chan's position, and at the same time he heard the movement of several people behind him drawing swords.
"Oh, you are so confident!"
Yang Chan said, and threw the flying claw hanging on his waist directly towards Zhao Qiyang.
He has practiced the hidden weapon Flying Claw a lot, and has already mastered it.
When Zhao Qiyang heard the sound, he raised his long sword horizontally, trying to hit the flying hidden weapon.
Seeing this, Yang Chan pulled his hand slightly, and his flying claws directly grabbed the long sword in Zhao Qiyang's hand, and then threw it out again, trapping Zhao Qiyang's hands.
"That's it, break it to pieces for me!"
Zhao Qiyang exerted a lot of force in his hands, which was comparable to the power of the third layer of externally refined copper skin, and was about to shatter the threads on the flying claws.
"Of course there are other methods. Don't you feel like you were hit on your chest?"
Yang Chan looked at Zhao Qiyang's movements, but he became very calm.
The means he prepared were not limited to flying claws.