"The time is here."

Chen Huaxian yawned and stood up, "I'll leave first this time."

Wang Xiugu looked at him and snorted coldly, "Then I'm the second one."

Zhao Huang said: "We are the goods from Miaoyinfang."

Gong Liangqing nodded, "This time there are a lot of goods, please be careful."

They are considered as organizations, and the division of labor is very clear in every action. He is the shopkeeper, and he is responsible for the management of all parties, not the delivery of goods.

The left and right only went out of the city and went into the city. After walking for the past six or seven years, there was no mistake.

But when Chen Huaxian went out, his steps stopped, "Sir Yan is not with me?"

If it were normal, Yan Cong would not come, but this time the situation was special, so he needed to make up for it, and Miaoyinfang wanted him to go over and coordinate.

But now, the other party has sent Su Dingyuan's son, and since this time has come, it is natural for people to act together.

Yan Cong put down the teacup and said, "Don't hurry, wait."

"Wait?" Chen Huaxian frowned, "It's time, what are you waiting for?"

Yan Cong's eyes were deep and he didn't say anything.

"I said to Lord Yan, you won't have anything to hide from us, right?" Wang Xiugu narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Under the light, Yan Cong's face was slightly dim. At this time, he looked down at the tea in the cup, like an evil tiger looking down, trying to hibernate and kill someone.

Anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

For a moment, no one broke the silence, only the sound of the hall dripping.

Zhao Huang touched the handle of the axe.

"Sir." Someone walked in from outside.

Chen Huaxian was stunned and frowned, "What are you doing in? Are there any rules?"

This man is dressed in a short shirt and a bamboo hat.

Yan Cong's eyes relaxed and he smiled.

"They ran away." said the driver.

Zhao Huang suddenly stood up, "Who escaped?"

Wang Xiugu shook his arms and said, "Yan Cong, you are covering up your words, and you are a servant who has no beginning or end to speak."

"You are a little strange tonight." The woman beside her pressed the Yuanyanghuan with her hand and said, "Tell me clearly!"

Gong Liangqing's eyes fell on Yan Cong, flashing, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a faint cry of killing.

"What's going on?" Chen Huaxian stepped out of the hall and shouted coldly.

The shouts of killing gradually became clear, screams and wailing, and the fire was shaking.

"Someone came into the mansion!"

"It seems like a man from the martial arts world!"

Chen Huaxian looked ugly, and he looked at the people who also ran out of the hall and had a big change in his face.

"A bastard, no reason, who dares to come to the mansion to cause trouble?" Gong Liangqing's face was unkind and gloomy.

"Is it the Iron He Gang or the Tiger Fist Sect?" Wang Xiugu asked.

The two gangs she mentioned are two forces entrenched underground in the outer city, and they have some relationships in the world and the officialdom.

What she suspected was that the other party discovered the business of her and others and wanted to get a share of the pie tonight.

"It's not like it." Gong Liangqing said.

He knows the heads of these two gangs, and those who do business in car dealers naturally have to be versatile, and the most important thing is to have a background.

The big shopkeepers of their Fengxingche Store are all related to the palace. Although they are just one shopkeepers below, not everyone can come into the yard with such a clear sword.

What's more, no matter where you are, murder is a serious crime. Military people violate the ban by practicing and committing their own laws.

Who is seeking death and dares to commit crimes tonight?

Gong Liangqing turned around and looked back. There was only one person in the hall sitting upright.

At the right time, everyone in the trafficking organization looked at the man, with a slight surprise.

"Why do you think of me like this?" Yan Cong asked.

Gong Liangqing frowned. He couldn't tell anything wrong with the other party.

But at this moment, now, there is a feeling that he can't even say, as if it is a sense of incongruity, a sense of incongruity that appears on the other party.

But Yan Cong is also an old man in their field. Although he is the censor, how many salary is he only a year?

Nowadays, food, clothing and consumption are all obtained by dyeing blood with both hands.

He shouldn't have any problems.

"Big shopkeeper, it's not good." Someone ran over and said anxiously: "Good, run away!"

"What?!" Gong Liangqing's eyes raked and stared at him suddenly, "Why did you run away? You won't chase him yet!"

"Bare!" Zhao Huang cursed, "How many ran away?"

"Just three." The man said: "The boy from the Mo family and the new one were knocked out of the guard. He must have crossed the wall and ran away."

Gong Liangqing and Chen Huaxian looked at each other and looked at the people in the hall silently.

He brought people.

Chen Huaxian was a little confused. The boy was clearly touched, and he also tried that the other party had not yet achieved a qi, and at most he had a stronger body. How could he knock two adult men out of shape?

But the next moment, his pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something.

"It certainly didn't disappoint me." A loud laugh was very happy.

Hearing this completely different voice from the moment, Gong Liangqing and his men's faces changed, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Who are you?" Chen Huaxian said coldly.

"Yan Cong" slowly stood up, his shoulders trembled, and his waist was always several inches taller than just now.

The coachman on the side also took off his bamboo hat.

"It's such a courageous thing to dare to capture my Mo family!" The coachman clenched his fists, and there was a thunderous sound.

"The master of the Mo family!" Chen Huaxian frowned.

But what they noticed was Yan Cong who slowly tore off the human skin mask.

After seeing the other party's true appearance, Gong Liangqing and others glared at each other and showed horror. In the next breath, the five of them flew back without hesitation. They chose the direction and were about to escape!

The man had a heroic face, a starry eyebrow, a very magnificent body, and had a look of being powerful without anger.

It’s no one else, but the pillar of Daliang’s protection of the country, Su Dingyuan, the General of Pingbei!

...

"Want to run?"

The coachman stepped under his feet, and the floor tiles shattered, and he had already jumped out.

The huge power of qi and blood was mobilized, and the yard, which was faintly lit with fire, seemed to be covered with a light red veil.

At this time, the five people who had escaped several feet away were as if they were stuck in rubber, and their bodies were as hard as if they were trapped in quagmire. There was even a strong pull behind them.

"The Mohist School's "Stone Spirit"!" Zhao Huang was knowledgeable and his eyes were red at this time. He shouted angrily, "Just fight!"

The other four people also had a firmer look on their faces, and they were even more determined in despair.

The shouts of killing outside gradually became unheard, and of course they would not think that they were the ones who were killing the other party back. At this time, there was the figure standing on the steps with his hands behind his back, and they would not be able to escape no matter what.

"I have been lonely for half my life, and I have been in exchange for these seven or eight years of comfort. Since I have already learned the path of cultivation, I have no regrets in this life!"

Gong Liangqing's palms appeared scarlet and, with a sense of determination and murderous intent, suddenly turned around and slapped the coachman.

Zhao Huang also shouted loudly, holding an axe in both hands, and slashing Mount Hua!

"It would be fine if you are some legitimate warriors, but they are just some rat ants, just laughing!" The coachman snorted coldly, and the blood on his right arm surged like a python, and he punched out directly.

The roar was like a cannon, and even the lights around seemed to dim for a moment.

Two figures flew out like rag bags, and they had long lost their lives.

The broken axe fell in front of Shen Huaxian's feet, and he swallowed in his throat and paused.

He looked at Zhao Huang, who was vaguely crawling onto his face with fear. Even he was not sure that he could beat the other party, let alone beat the other party to death with one punch.
Chapter completed!