At the end of the Chunfeng Pavilion is the house where the leader of the largest Yulong Gang in Chang'an, Chao Xiaoshu.

This Chunfeng Pavilion with a poetic name is not much taller. In fact, it is just a slightly dilapidated pavilion.

However, the title of Chunfeng Pavilion Laochao is definitely famous in Chang'an City.

Ye Qianqiu and Zhuoer stood quietly on the roof, looking at the middle-aged man in the alley below and the young man behind him.

Zhuoer opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he finally chose to shut up.

In the midst of storm.

Hundreds of good players from the world spread towards the two of them.

Middle-aged people and teenagers have not changed much.

All I heard was that the two were still talking.

It was the middle-aged man who introduced the young man to the siege of them.

And the leaders of the hundred good players in the world also began to talk to the middle-aged man.

Through their conversations, they are almost easily judged.

The middle-aged man in Qingshan is either someone else. He is the leader of the largest Yulong Gang in Chang'an City, and he is also the landlord on the street in 47 Lane, and the person Zhuoer wants to meet.

Although Ye Qianqiu and Chao Xiaoshu had never met.

However, Ye Qianqiu was still quite interested in Chao Xiaoshu.

Behind the little tree was the emperor of the Tang Empire.

This is also the reason why he is unwilling to call Yulong Gang the Yulong Gang.

No matter what kind of dynasty or world, as long as it is in the center of a country or the capital of an empire, it will always see all kinds of intrigues and various power clashes.

Ye Qianqiu is used to these things.

Many people are born in the world and have no choice but to do so.

Chao Xiaoshu, the leader of the largest gang in Chang'an City, is the same.

Only the spokespersons launched by hundreds of jianghu people shouted to Xiaoshu: "Removing grain, moving warehouses, logistics support from the military department, guarding the warehouses of the Ministry of Revenue, the most profitable secret life in the Tang Dynasty, have been occupied by your Yulong Gang in the past few years, and you didn't even take out a little clear soup to share the brothers. The Holy Emperor is in power. Is there really such a reason in this world?"

The man looked at Xiaoshu coldly and said, "You should know very well what it means to infringe on the anger of the public. In the past, many brothers respected you three points in the name of your Chunfeng Pavilion Old Dynasty. However, since the court is going to deal with you, you still don't have to worry about you, so don't blame us for being rude to you."

He was calm and calm at the little tree, and did not take the man seriously at all. Instead, he said to the young man behind him: "The people who are in the world are not very educated. Come over and go over, that's all these words."

Seeing Chao Xiaoshu despising him so much, the man looked extremely ugly. He slapped his crutch in his hand and shouted: "The Fish and Dragon Gang is known as three thousand blue shirts, but you and I know that at most, there are only about two hundred people who dare to fight for you. Now, your brothers who are the best fights are all suppressed by nobles in the Yulin Army Cavalry Camp. Tonight I want to see how you can get out!"

It is obviously not that simple to be able to sit in the position of the gangster of Chang'an.

Facing these hundreds of experts in the world, there must be no intention of being scared.

After a dispensable verbal shot between the two sides.

The two sides finally broke down their talk.

Under the sharp words of Chao Xiaoshu, hundreds of good players in the world were so angry.

The leader who was pushed out by everyone to speak was even more angry. He said in a cold voice: "As long as you kill your old court in Chunfeng Pavilion, the world will be different from now on. Chang'an City... is ours!"

"Chang'an City will always belong to His Majesty the Emperor."

I saw Xiaoshu laughing and saying this seemingly unintentional word.

He looked down at the sword beside his waist, then looked up, showed a heart-wrenching smile, and said, "When you talk about killing me, have you ever seen me take action?"

The next moment, Chao Xiaoshu slowly reached out to hold the hilt of the sword beside his waist. Just as his slender fingers were holding the hilt of the sword stained with the rain, the blue shirt on his body slightly shook, and countless raindrops were shot into slight gouache.

Chao Xiaoshu suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person. Even the cold raindrops that kept falling seemed to feel something, shaking, tilting and silently avoiding it, and no more dared to wear the blue shirt.

At this time, the leader opposite could only hear the eyes wide open, and roaring loudly: "He is only one, not a god, I'll give it to me!"

There is never a shortage of reckless men who are passionate and blinded by blood. The opportunity to kill the legendary legend in the world is right in front of you.

With this loud shout, hundreds of good men from the world raised the steel knives in their hands and shouted and rushed over from all directions.

The next moment, he moved towards the little tree.

The sword on his waist was out of the sheath like a dragon, leaving it out of the sheath. It looked slow, but in fact it flew towards the man rushing in front.

The young man standing behind Xiaoshu held the hilt of the knife in his right hand, but did not pull out the ordinary looking Pub knife behind him.

At this time, the sword towards Xiaoshu was forcibly twisted into a curve in the air by a force. Compared with its speed, the raindrops falling from the night sky were so slow that it was outrageous.

Just as the sword body slapped the chest of a man in the front, the force suddenly came out from the sword body, and with a bang it directly slammed the chest deep into the depths!

Then, a sudden stop of howling sounded throughout the alley!

The brave gang member who rushed to the front, and before he could even see the face of Xiaoshu clearly, he was directly photographed as a kite, and flew through the air in extreme miserable state, flew past the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, and landed more than ten feet away!

The men who rushed to Chao Xiaoshu were shocked by the thunder attack and stood still, but Chao Xiaoshu did not stop moving forward in the rain.

He walked with the sword with ease. He took every step and lifted his wrist and swayed a sword slightly. When he waved, the thin sword body buzzed and buzzed, and it was extremely curved and released, whistling like a steel whip, and it was swung out like a steel whip, wrapped in raindrops and cool breeze. Whenever the sword was released, a figure flew up!

The sword body and chest were flying across the street and hit the alley wall, vomiting blood and falling; the sword body and legs, someone slid into the night sky with somersaults, and the bones squirted blood and fell to the ground; the sword swung through the rain, and the dull buzzed, and the figures kept flying out, and the howling and fear resounded through the Chunfeng Pavilion, which was still dead and silent.

The movements of swinging the sword towards the little tree are relaxed and casual, and can even be described as indifferent, just like driving away the night mosquitoes in summer, with the expression on the face not changing at all, and it is as calm as usual.

...

On the roof.

Ye Qianqiu looked at the Chao Xiaoshu like a god of killing, and his face was extremely calm.

Exquisite swordsmanship may not be pleasing to the eye, but exquisite murderous arts must have a different kind of beauty.

Zhuoer, who was standing beside Ye Qianqiu, whispered: "Master, can you kill the second brother so many people?"

Ye Qianqiu smiled, looked back at Zhuoer, and said, "What? Do you want to help him?"

Zhuoer nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

Ye Qianqiu smiled and said, "Don't you want to see what kind of abilities does the young man who has the same revenge goal as you have?"

"If he were a mediocre person, would you regret handing him information to death that day?"

Zhuoer was slightly stunned and said, "Master, do you recognize him too?"

Ye Qianqiu smiled and said, "There are very few things in this world that I don't know."

Zhuoer didn't have much doubt about this sentence.

The more you come into contact with the master, the more you can feel the master's mystery and power.

Zhuoer was silent for a while before saying, "Then I'll take a look."

Ye Qianqiu said, "Actually, I will bring you here tonight, just to tell you a truth."

Zhuoer asked in confusion: "What's the reason?"

Ye Qianqiu smiled and said, "The truth is right in front of you, you have to understand it yourself first."

"The truth I told you is worse than the truth you have learned by yourself."

Zhuoer listened and scratched his head.

...

"Everyone rushed up and surrounded him! Flying Axe!"

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys around Chunfeng Pavilion. After hearing the three words of surrounding him, the tourists from the world who mustered up the courage to howl with steel knives dispersed as fast as possible.

After the crowd in front of me scattered, two rows of strong men were exposed.

The men had rough cloth straps around their waists, and four small axes were held in the cloth straps, and they were already holding two small axes in their hands, and they were about to throw them out!

The thin green steel sword in Xiaoshu's hand buzzed, vibrating at a high speed at an extremely terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder, and then disappeared with a whistle, turning into a gray and light flowing shadow to tear the rain curtain and flew towards the two rows of flying axemen!

Then, in front of the walls of the alley, only the crackling sound of sword tips piercing raindrops, and the sound of cutting fingers shiny. I can’t tell how many fingers holding the handle of the axe scattered with the raindrops. Then the heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, hitting the ground full of rain, making a dull sound, and finally countless howls!

The man who led the siege towards Xiaoshu saw this bloody scene.

A fat face turned pale, and he pointed at the little tree tremblingly and screamed: "Toward the little tree! Toward the little tree! Toward the little tree, how can you be a... a cultivator! You... how can you be a great swordsman!"

At this time, the young man following Xiaoshu pulled out the shiny and traceless Park Sword behind him.

...

On the roof, Ye Qianqiu raised his eyebrows and eyes.

Look not far away.

In the dark night, the hidden crises are often unexpected.

The entrance of the alley outside the mansion.

Two carriages appeared. A middle-aged fat man stood beside the carriage in the rain, bent down and lowered his voice, "Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a cultivator. It seems that his realm is not low, and the situation is a bit tricky now..."

Someone in the carriage coughed twice and said calmly: "Why are you in a hurry? Are there two strangers invited by the Ministry of Revenue in the mansion?

"If even they can't stop that guy who is in the world, it's not too late for us to take action... As for those people in the world, they will die. When will there be a few mice in the smelly ditch in Chang'an City?"

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To be continued...