In the eyes of these slaves, the children of aristocratic families who were dressed in wealth and were all fierce beasts. They would draw their swords to kill people if they were disagreeable. More importantly, killing a slave in the territory of Quanrong is not a big deal, and the clan they are in will not come forward for such a thing for such a thing.

"I want to ask, where is Zhao Mantang?"

Wei Yuan stood in the middle of the street, looking around the slaves who were hiding and hiding and not daring to look at him, and asked indifferently.

As soon as he asked, no one dared to answer, and stepped back step by step, as if he had to turn around and run away the next moment.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. At the end, he pretended to speak and threatened, "If you don't say anything, I'll start a big killing."

As soon as these words came out, all the slaves were so scared that they trembled. They said neither, nor did they say that they were not right, and they were stuck there like wooden stakes and dared not move.

The whole street was so quiet that Wei Yuan twitched. He didn't really plan to kill. Although he was the Emperor, he was not as good as a person's life.

Just when he was so embarrassed, a voice appeared and gave him a step.

"I am Zhao Mantang, who are you?

What's wrong with me?"

Looking in the sound, a figure came out of a dilapidated room. The man was dressed in a simple dress, but his face didn't look very morbid and yellow. And most importantly, he also emitted a faint spiritual energy on his body, and it seemed that he was at least an eighth-grade cultivation level.

Although he has not reached the fetal breathing realm, he is one of the few high-level monks among the slaves.

Wei Yuan glanced at the slave who claimed to be Zhao Mantang, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't you invite me for a cup of tea?"

I have something to ask you."

Zhao Mantang frowned slightly, and finally nodded, "Please follow me."

His behavior is not like a slave at all, but rather has the supreme majesty of the head of the family.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and led Zhang Gao and Zuo Ci to follow him. He found that Zhao Mantang was very interesting, and there seemed to be an unyielding will in his eyes. Although he only saw this, Wei Yuan was sure that people like him might not be easily controlled. It seemed that his previous guesses about Zhao Mantang and the demon clan were not advisable.

The three of them followed Zhao Mantang into the dilapidated house. Although the house was broken, it was cleaned up very neatly. Zhao Mantang was not stingy and poured three cups of tea for the three of them and said, "I'll give it a lot of good tea, let's make up the tea."

Wei Yuan didn't show off his promise, picked up the cup and took a sip. It was indeed the most inferior tea, not even considered tea, it was just slag.

However, Wei Yuan didn't dislike anything. He looked up and smiled, and asked straight to the point, "Zhao Mantang, can you tell me what your recent small moves are for?"

Hearing this, Zhao Mantang shook his whole body suddenly and looked up at Wei Yuan and the other two. The murderous intent in his eyes suddenly surged.

But just as he showed a trace of murderous intent, Zhang Gao, who was sitting next to Wei Yuan, snorted lightly. In an instant, a strong knife intent instantly rushed out, quickly passing through Zhao Mantang's body, completely tearing his clothes that were not as expensive or even made of coarse cloth into pieces.

This scene happened too quickly, from Zhao Mantang's murderous intent to being torn off his clothes by Zhang Gao's knife intent. It was just less than a blink of an eye. Zhao Mantang's heart was shocked, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Although he was swept by the sword, he could not see through the strength of the middle-aged man. Not to mention the middle-aged man, he could not see through the two young people around him.

Zhao Mantang seemed to suddenly wake up, looked at Wei Yuan and the other two with a look of surprise, and took a step back, "You... you are the three of Haoguo."

The sword-headed sword armor of Haoguo and the top of the Imperial College, it is no longer a secret that the three people entered the Quanrong family. Slaves from major families in Quanrong live in this dark alley area. With Zhao Mantang's status in the hearts of the slaves, he naturally learned the news of the arrival of the three people at the first time.

Wei Yuan rubbed his fingers against the edge of the teacup and said with a smile, "Since you know, then put on your clothes and answer my questions. If there is a lie, I think even if I kill this dark alley area, I am afraid that the Quanrong clans would not dare to say anything without saying anything."

Hearing this, Zhao Mantang's face suddenly looked ugly. He did not doubt Wei Yuan's words at all. Since he already knew the identities of these three people, he naturally knew the strength of the other party. Wei Yuan and Zuo Ci were on the side first, and just Zhang Gao was enough to make the entire Quanrong frightened, not to mention this dark alley area with only slaves.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mantang swallowed, "Why don't you know what Wei Jianshou wants to know?"

"Then I'll ask bluntly, has there been any demons ever asked you?"

Wei Yuan spoke without hesitation.

As soon as these words were said, not to mention Zhao Mantang, even Zuo Ci was stunned. Only Zhang Gao had noticed it long ago and drank tea calmly without any surprise.

"Demons?

What the hell is going on?”

Zuo Ci asked unexpectedly.

"Shut up."

Wei Yuan spoke coldly, then looked at Zhao Mantang, "You say."

Zhao Mantang was also confused, "What demon clan?"

Wei Yuan stared at his eyes for a long time, but did not see any cunning. It seemed that if Zhao Mantang had not had any deep cunning, he would have no connection with the demons.

To verify this, Wei Yuan also had a very simple way. He slowly stood up and said lightly, "You don't have to take action."

After saying this, Wei Yuan pulled out the ox from his waist, and without hesitation, split the table in front of him with a sword, and stabbed him hard at Zhao Mantang's door.

Zuo Ci was startled and hurriedly retreated to avoid harming Yuchi. He still knew Wei Yuan's swordsmanship very well. Even when he reached the upper realm of Duanchen, he did not dare to underestimate him.

Zhang Gao was still sitting there, holding a teacup in his hand, as if nothing had happened.

Facing the sword that Wei Yuan stabbed, Zhao Mantang's face changed drastically. Although Wei Yuan's realm is not as high as that of Zhang, it is still the peak of fetal breathing. He is a mere eighth-grade cultivator, not to mention taking this sword, he will die even if he touches it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mantang did not dare to be negligent at all, and quickly retreated, but immediately he found something was wrong. The house was too small and could not be retreated anywhere. Facing the sword, he could not avoid it.

"What do you want to do in Wei Jianshou?"

Zhao Mantang spoke in horror.

"Kill you!"

Wei Yuan's expression was as usual. His eyes looked at Zhao Mantang as if he was looking at the dead. The sword edge of the ox exuded a terrifying cold light, and he roared with the sword intent, and he would kill Zhao Mantang under the sword next moment.

In the moment of despair, Zhao Mantang had no way to fight back. The only thing he could do was close his eyes and dare not look at the terrifying sword light. He leaned against the dilapidated wall, waiting for the arrival of death.
Chapter completed!