The two people watching from a distance on the attic are both wearing gray robes.

It's just that one has a middle-aged face, a long breath, and a somewhat elegant style. The other wears a hat, a black gauze hanging down to cover his face, and a chain-hand sledgehammer behind his back. He is as tall as Chu Yunqing, and fierce.

Especially the anger.

"You are also an outsider in cultivation, how do you treat this person?" the elegant middle-aged man asked.

The strong man on the side glanced at the battle group over there and snorted, "At this age, the power of Qi and blood is pure and not weak. He either has a superior training method or has received guidance from an expert. But.

The martial arts he uses are mediocre. Although the golden light has tricks, it is too stagnant and limited, and cannot display the ability of this body of energy and blood. If he were in front of me, he would be defeated in three strikes!"

The middle-aged man nodded. Although the other party's attitude was disdainful, it was due to his confidence in his own strength. What he said was quite pertinent.

"You might as well take a closer look. Is there anything weird in his energy and blood?" the middle-aged man said.

"Oh?" The man was slightly startled, looking slightly surprised.

He thought to himself that with his two tricks, anyone who was not someone who possessed the secret technique of concentrating breath would be able to see through the truth at a glance.

But now, listening to what the person next to me meant, it seemed that I had made a mistake just now?

He felt a little dissatisfied, so he concentrated on his eyes and looked at them intently.

The two sides are not close, and it takes clairvoyance to see clearly at this distance. But at this time, his eyes behind the black veil are red and the pupils are constricted. The eye sockets are slightly dilated, almost like animals, and the distant scene seems to be zoomed in.

Show it before your eyes.

Then, he felt a stinging pain from that awe-inspiring figure. It is difficult to describe this feeling. But when the other party takes action, if you feel the power of Qi and blood carefully, you will feel a kind of light on your back.

feel.

"This?" He was a little surprised.

"Do you feel it?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

The Ruoli man cupped his fists and said, "I am short-sighted, so please give me some advice from the hall master."

"There should be something on him that stimulates Qi and blood." The middle-aged man, the leader of the organization called 'Jianghu', said in a somewhat ups and downs tone: "While strengthening his body, he is still activating it.

A certain ability has been amplified in the blood."

The man next to him was shocked, "Isn't that..."

"Yes, it is somewhat similar to our bloodline." The middle-aged man nodded lightly.

"Then we can't let this person escape today!" The man pinched his fingers, quite eager to try.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said with a smile: "Why, do you also covet him?"

The words were obviously gentle, but when they fell in the man's ears, they were as cold as the new snow in this cold winter.

He quickly bowed and clasped his fists, "Mo Fang doesn't dare."

Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh, "You have been an old man for many years."

The strong man, Mo Fang, quickly lowered his head.

"I'll leave this person to you today." The middle-aged man ordered, turned around and left.

Behind him, Mo Fang was a little dazed.

"What about the others?" he asked subconsciously.

"You must get the things." The middle-aged man's voice came faintly.

Mo Fang understood and respectfully said yes.

It wasn't until the person left that he turned around, looked into the distance, turned his neck, stepped on the person, and the person rushed that way.

…

These people are indeed officers and soldiers, Chu Yunqing thinks so.

Judging from the way they hold the knives and the calluses on their hands, they are all the result of long-term training.

Chu Yunqing had no time to think about whether they were sent by the prince, or whether they were related to those gray-robed men. He didn't think about it at all at the moment, and just kept beating away the people who were coming.

The ground soon fell, and dozens of people were screaming and wailing around the carriage.

On the other side, at the front of the carriage, a simple knife in the old coachman's hand was waving in the wind, and anyone who came close was cut into two pieces.

The smell of blood is astounding, and no one who attacked is left standing.

The old coachman gasped for breath while holding his knife. He glanced at Chu Yunqing who was standing on the roof of the car and said, "I am really no match for you young people. After such a killing, I can't even blush or breathe."

"Senior, you will get stronger with time." Chu Yunqing said.

At this time, he was about to jump off the carriage, but his movements suddenly stopped.

He stood there slightly stiffly, inexplicably feeling like he was being stared at by something extremely fierce, which made his body tense up.

The old coachman wanted to say something more, but a sudden sound broke through the air, and a black shadow emitted a piercing scream, and instantly arrived in front of him.

The old coachman's eyes widened. He couldn't dodge it in a hurry, so he could only push the sword in his hand to block it.

Bang! The next moment, he hit the carriage completely, and the iron plate that had not been penetrated by the arrow rain was completely knocked down by him.

A scream from Gu Meishu came from the carriage. Chu Yunqing jumped off the roof of the carriage. Ai Xiaozhou helped Gu Meishu fly out of the carriage.

The old coachman was leaning in the carriage, his chest collapsed, and he was vomiting blood from his mouth. He was already dead.

Chu Yunqing frowned.

The chain pulled the black shadow back quickly, and fell into the hands of the tall figure walking down the long street.

Gray robe, Ruo Li, a big hammer with a slender chain.

Chu Yunqing's eyes gradually narrowed.

"Are you okay?" He looked at the two women beside him.

Ai Xiaozhou shook his head, but Gu Meishu's face turned a little pale. She looked at the old coachman in the carriage and couldn't hide her sadness.

The old coachman struggled to get up. He looked at the figure walking down the long street, with hatred and confusion in his eyes.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he just looked at Gu Meishu on the other side and looked at each other. After understanding the other person's eyes, he did not say anything.

The old coachman breathed his last.

Gu Meishu gritted her teeth slightly and clenched her hands in her sleeves suddenly.

"You go to the edge, be careful." Chu Yunqing said, raised his feet and walked towards the person coming.

Ai Xiaozhou knew that their presence would only be a drag on him, so he and Gu Meishu walked to the street, looking around carefully while focusing on Chu Yunqing.

Chu Yunqing's steps were heavy, and with every step he took, the momentum in his body surged.

He could feel the strong energy of the person coming. He was very strong, perhaps the strongest person he had encountered so far.

He was inexplicably looking forward to the fight with the other party.

As they got closer and closer to each other, bursts of muffled sounds were heard in the air, like thunder hidden in the clouds. This was the invisible collision of the two people's energy and blood, and it was also a trial and competition between the two.

"Interesting." Mo Fang sneered, "But don't overestimate your own abilities."

He tugged and then released his fingers, the chain in his hand made a sound, and then the giant hammer flew towards the person opposite.

Chu Yunqing had just seen the power of this hammer, and it was extremely fast. If it were a head-on confrontation, he would probably be like the old coachman, and his internal organs would be shattered to pieces.

But he was a little dissatisfied, and an evil spirit emerged in his heart.
Chapter completed!