Young Master Qi was willing to show off his complimentary light skills and rushed into Jingxian like a wisp of smoke. {3w. As soon as he entered, he soon found something was wrong:

First of all, it is too quiet - a large number of people from the world are sent into the city. They are not wooden, but they have a special mission: they are just "not to make trouble".

If you don’t make a noise, why not make a fuss?

Secondly, walking on the empty street, Young Master Qi couldn't find a man from the world, quiet and deserted.

Sometimes the wind blows, rolling up some withered leaves.

Where have people gone?

When Mr. Qi sniffed his nose, his face became ugly. He smelled a faint smell of blood, which merged into the breeze and never dissipated.

Could it be that all those who were instructed to enter the city were killed?

How is that possible?

Young Master Qi gritted his teeth and prepared to go to another street to take a look.

"Young Master, the situation is not right, so let's quit first."

A man who caught up to the guard whispered, saying that he was not tall, but under his black outfit, his strong muscles were bulging and full of explosive power; especially his temples on both sides were raised high, which was obvious at first glance that he could tell that it was a prominent appearance feature of his kung fu practice.

Young Master Qi snorted coldly: "What are we afraid of so many of us?"

There were eight people who came to be the bodyguard. The most important thing was that these people were all good players, far from being comparable to those scattered soldiers who were responsible for making trouble. Moreover, Young Master Qi himself practiced martial arts since he was a child and had good attainments.

As the saying goes, a skilled man is brave, he insists on going over and checking. The person who follows him dares not violate it, so he has to follow behind.

The other street is a little wider. There are stalls on both sides, but they are all messes that are unattended. They are very messy, and some stalls are left with things that are not too late to take away. Most of them are worthless gadgets. As for the houses on both sides of the street, all the houses are closed and there is no sound.

When he arrived in the street, Young Master Qi stood still, and his doubts were lingering. Previously, Wu Shan ran back to the bow of the boat and reported that there were three masters in the city, and twenty or thirty casualties on his side. But this number was not enough compared to the total number, and no one escaped from the city. Then, there should be many people in the city.

Could it be that this group of troops was wiped out in a short period of time?

Thinking of this, Young Master Qi frowned.

"The old man is born to be rampant and is used to making waves uneven. Who has a good heart and tastes delicious? Look at me and see clearly!"

The sound of the jar was muffled, and a man turned out at the east end of the street and sang.

This man has a short figure, an ugly face, and two yellow beards. He looks a bit obscene. He holds a fork with both hands, and the cold light bursts out with murderous aura.

"It is born to raise water for your home. The blue waves are laughing loudly; who is the child who doesn't open his eyes, and his hands are raising his sword and making a sound!"

A man also shook his body at the west end of the street, his body was full of majestic appearance, his face was like a heavy date, and his long beard was caressed. Not to mention anything else, this look alone would be enough to be full of red.

He held a three-pointed, two-edged knife in his hand. It was bright and stunning and imposing.

Young Master Qi and others looked at each other, a little confused: the other party's appearance was full of aura of the world, but in their opinion, they felt a little unfair. Only by hanging around the bottom of the world, such as bandits and river bandits, would they have such a good taste.

If you show off your appearance and sing it, this outfit is quite childish in the eyes of real people in the martial arts world, and you will be disdainful of it.

One with yellow beard and the other with red face, Young Master Qi immediately thought that these two should be the disciples of Chen Sanlang mentioned in Wu Shankou, and they were also two hard ideas in the city. Unfortunately, the female county magistrate never showed up to see him.

He waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Four bodyguards immediately took off the line, divided into two ends, and met with two to one.

Young Master Qi has confidence in his own people and wants to see what the other party is: how powerful can a guest of a seventh-rank county magistrate be?

But soon, he suddenly realized that he was outrageously wrong.

The confrontation between the two sides was surprisingly short. With just one encounter, blood flashed and then the person fell to the ground.

Mr. Qi’s people.

The confrontation process is fast and simple, which is equivalent to killing me and I will get you. Moreover, it is all Mr. Qi's people who take action first and hit the target first.

The problem is that their killing is like tickling, and they will not frown when hitting others; on the contrary, whether it is a fork or a knife, a life can be plundered with one move.

Nothing to do.

How can I fight this?

Young Master Qi's heart seemed to sink into the water, cold and cold. He no longer hesitated and shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go."

Leave as you say, and never drag it out.

Instead of breaking through the front, they flew up, walked along the walls, and walked from the roof on the left. They were all elegant in shape, and they were extremely impressive.

As a necessary skill for walking in the world, light skills are an important criterion for measuring strength, so of course you must be skilled.

When Mr. Qi saw the yellow-bearded man and the red-faced man neither blocked nor chased him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Several people ran to the city gate and saw a pair of yamen runners lined up, one in the middle, wearing a county magistrate robe, a gauze hat, beautiful eyes and white teeth, and eyebrows as far as the mountains.

What a beautiful beauty!

In an instant, Young Master Qi forgot that he was running for life, and looked at her with his eyes, dazzled and fascinated.

Seeing this, the guards beside him secretly called "Oops": his young master was born with a self-proclaimed romantic temperament, and he would become ill when he saw a beauty and be confused.

Xu Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Since you are here, you don't have to leave."

After saying that, there was a sharp edge flashing in her sleeves. The yamen runner standing behind her, who was posing as he looked immediately knew: sir is going to start a massacre again...

The wind is a little stronger and the waves are gurgling. But this is a dock area with superior terrain and naturally sheltering the wind, so it is not to be afraid.

Mr. Qi was inexplicably uneasy on the deck. He had no choice but to have one son, and he was pampered with him in every way, and never let him suffer any grievances. Now that his beloved son has entered Jingxian City, how can he feel at ease?

Wow!

A strong wind blew by, and it was so fast that it was caught off guard. Crack, a flag was blown off by the waist and swept into the water by the wind.

"this……"

Mr. Qi's expression changed drastically, and the strong wind broke the flag, which was a bad omen. In an instant, he even felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have come to Jingxian.

The next moment, the hull suddenly swayed violently and was thrown up without warning.

Hurry!

The banquet table couldn't stand the force, and the dishes placed on it slid down to the ground, falling into a mess.

"Ouch!"

But the woman playing the piano hit her hard and burst into tears. But at this time, who would still have the heart to care about her and pay attention to her?

"Master, look!"

Mr. Qi rushed to the side of the boat and looked out. An old face was full of horror: the strong wind gushed, and somehow it was because of the reason; the waves rolled, as if the river god was furious. What made people even more frightened was that the black air swayed in the waves, gathering into a large ball. The black air seemed to be wrapped in countless evil spirits, and the evil aura soared into the sky.

The black air was swept by strong winds and waves, and was swallowing up the ornate ships.

call!

A huge splash of water was stirred up, and then a hideous black shadow passed by. Judging from its shape, it was vaguely an eel.

But, how could the eel be so huge?
Chapter completed!