According to Qingyan, the masters of the martial arts world can be roughly divided into three levels.

One is a direct disciple of various sects or a lone hero. His characteristics are that he has excellent martial arts and will not be at a disadvantage against a group of ordinary people in the world.

The second is to be the elder-level figures of various sects, such as Zhu Jiu and Jiang Rong, whose characteristics are that they have their own unique martial arts skills and have an extraordinary status in the world.

Finally, in order to master the eight great masters who have been in power for more than decades, they are characterized by a level that is as terrifying as a demon, and it is impossible for ordinary people to reach even if they spend their entire lives.

At this time, although the mysterious assassin did not take action except for the initial three hidden weapons, Qingyan subconsciously classified it as the third category. When he realized his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

"What? Still want to resist stubbornly?"

"Of course not..." Qing Yan took action quickly as he pulled the sword. He had already transported the Lingxiao Art to the extreme, and even his face turned strangely flushed.

Qing Yan asked himself that this finger was called his strongest attack. If he still couldn't do anything to the other party, he could only surrender for Dong Yan and the others.

When the sword point came to the other side's first five inches, Qingyan suddenly felt that the space around the sword point seemed to be twisted and stagnant, not only was the speed very slow, but the energy on the sword point passed away quickly, as if it was gradually being sucked away by the surrounding air.

"Everyone said you should stop struggling."

This is the last sentence Qingyan heard before he lost consciousness.

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The next morning, Dong Yan came to Qingyan's room with great energy, "Qingyan, the time is almost over. Let's go down and eat something and set off."

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no response inside, Dong Qi patted the door a few more times, "Did I get drunk yesterday? I told you that the whole Lingnan has never been afraid of anyone coming except for not being able to drink his father."

The room was still quiet and there was no sound. Dong Yan laughed and scolded: "You big man, do you still have to dress up? My sister has to finish washing up, so don't be too slow."

At this time, the room I met opened from inside, and Dong Zhao said in confusion: "What's wrong, haven't Qingyan come out yet?"

"Yes, I've been knocking here for a while, and I don't know if he's drunk or unconscious."

"No, he looked clear before returning to the room yesterday, and he was definitely not drunk." Dong Zhao was very confused when he heard this, and went forward and called out, "Qingyan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Dong Qi joked: "Has it been kidnapped by some flower-picking thief? I looked at Qingyan's fine skin and tender flesh in the dark and thought it was a girl's house, hehehe..."

As he smiled, Dong Qi felt his sister's eyes, and his laughter came to an abrupt end, "Nothing really happened, right?"

There was a 'bang' sound.

The brother and sister broke into the door and saw that there was no Qingyan in the room.

The two looked at each other with a very solemn expression, and then carefully observed the decorations in the house.

"Sister, there are no signs of fighting here. Did he go out in a hurry for some time?"

"Look at this place!"

When Dong Yan heard this, he came to a corner of the wall and saw a small hole on the brick wall, which was very abrupt.

"Do you remember Qingyan told us that he learned the Jiang Jie Finger of Zhanlu Temple?" Dong Zhao's face looked very ugly.

"You mean this is left by Jiejiangzhi?"

Dong Zhao nodded slowly

Hearing his sister's words, Dong Jian grabbed the back of his head and tentatively said: "That is to say, he was fighting with someone here last night?"

"And it's very likely that it will be lost to the opponent!" Dong Zhao said out his guess.

"No, Qingyan has two great skills. Apart from those old monsters in the world, who can capture him so simply?" Dong Yan said with a look of shock and said, "Sister, do you suspect that you are one of the old monsters?"

"Just as you said, the entire world can kidnap Qingyan without disturbing us. In addition, there are no signs of fighting in this room, so it is likely that there is no power of backhand. I really can't think of anyone else who can do this," Dong Zhao sighed, "But Qingyan's life should be worry-free at this time, otherwise it would be easy to kill him with the opponent's strength."

"What should we do now?"

Dong Zhao's eyes flashed with cold light, "Qing Yan was drinking with you last night because he was afraid of something wrong, so he handed the Jiulong gold medal to me for temporary storage, so now we only have one thing we can do."

"Mobilize the soldiers from Wuling County and even Xiangzhou to find Qingyan!"

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He woke up slowly and couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly. Qingyan's brain was a little dazed at this time. He rubbed his eyes a few times. The first thing that caught his eye was a luxurious tent, and he should be lying on the gums.

I moved my limbs tentatively and found that I was indeed weak, but I was not unable to act.

I sat up from the bed with difficulty, lifted the tent, and found that it was an ancient bedroom with very particular display.

At this time, Qingyan subconsciously touched his waist and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Qingluan was still there.

After crossing the screen, Qingyan pushed open the door, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, making him unable to help but raise his hand to block his eyes.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

"Who?" Qingyan took a step back and was about to pull out Qingluan, but he was tripped by the threshold and fell to the ground.

"I am going to forgive my son for his crime. I am shocked me." A beautiful maid came forward to help Qingyan up with a little panic on her face.

Seeing that the other party had no malice, Qingyan helped the other party stand up, "Can the girl tell me where this is? Why did it appear here? Who brought it to me?"

The maid shook her head slowly, "I can't answer the three questions of the young master."

"Can't you say it? Then I won't bother you anymore. My companions in Yiling City must be extremely anxious." Qingyan stepped across the threshold and walked out.

"Young Master, you can't walk out of this yard yet. I hope you won't make things difficult for me, otherwise I will have to offend you." The maid stopped Qing Yan and Yingying saluted.

Qingyan did not take another step forward because he found that the maid's body movement was very exquisite, and this point alone would never be something he could fight against at this time.

"If you guessed correctly, you are under house arrest?"

"Although it's a bit inappropriate to say this, the meaning is probably the same." Seeing that Qing Yan did not resist, the maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wonder how long I will stay here?"

"I don't know."

"Then you can't be imprisoned for this life, right? You'll have to marry a wife after a while." Qing Yan felt that he was still weak and couldn't help but feel depressed.

Seeing this, the maid laughed "puchi" and then felt something was wrong. She quickly tried to hold back her smile and replied, "Maybe three or five days, maybe three or five years, maybe a lifetime, but these are not something that a servant can do."

"Why would that girl tell me who is the one who decides this place?"

"I can't tell the young master."

Qingyan thought to himself that his limbs are now powerless, otherwise he would have to find the owner of this place and repair it carefully.

He walked into the room as if he accepted his fate, and Qingyan said without looking back: "Then I'm hungry, are you always serving food?"

"Young Master, wait, I will continue to give you instructions."

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Yiling City, the governor's mansion.

"Mr. Yu, you have also known the story. This prince hopes that you will mobilize the troops in the territory as soon as possible. If the prince is in your jurisdiction, there is no need to say much about the consequences." Dong Jian put the Kowloon gold medal in his arms, and his tone was not good.

Yu Jianbo knew that this matter was of great importance, "Don't worry, your highness, the official will mobilize the troops in the palace now."

"I would like to remind Master Yu that no matter whether it is for the safety of the prince or the face of the emperor, this matter must not be made public. You must have a clear idea of ​​how to act." Dong Fan said a sentence and walked outward.

After Yu Jianbai saw Dong Yan away, he returned to the main hall to sit down and ponder, thinking about why he was in such a big trouble. A few days ago, he just learned that the prince of the king had made great contributions in Lingnan. If something happened in Xiangzhou, he would definitely be the first to bury him...

"Come!"

After Dong Yan returned to the inn, he returned the Kowloon gold medal to his sister, "I have already told Yu Jianbo too much, and I believe he will take action soon."

"This matter is related to his wealth and life. With the Kowloon gold medal, Yu Jianbo will naturally do his best."

"Did you find any clues around the inn?"

Dong Zhao sighed and said, "The other party seemed to have disappeared out of thin air with Qingyan, and no clues were left behind. Now it depends on whether Shi Duwei can find some clues."

"It's better for me to rush to Wuyue Jianchi day and night to find the head of Qin's hometown. I believe he will come in person after knowing that Qingyan has an accident."

"It would be fine if we knew the other party's background. The Master Qin would naturally scatter everything, but now we don't even know the other party's identity. The Master is useless when he comes."

Both sighed, speechless for a moment.

After a long silence, Dong Yan grabbed his hair hard, "Why did the other party catch Qingyan? Did he do something shameful behind his back?"

Dong Zhao knew that he was concerned, so he didn't care and replied: "I thought about it all the time. There was only one possibility. The other party had a very high martial arts skills and did not take Qingyan's life on the spot. It should be to get something from him."

"Is it Mo Wen's sword technique, Ji Jiang Finger, or the skill in his body?"

"Maybe..."

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Three days later, Qingyan still felt his body full of powerlessness. He had run the Lingxiao Art several times during this period, but it seemed as if it was still in the sea of ​​energy. He didn't know what method the other party used to suppress the overbearing Lingxiao Art.

Now I just hope that the other party can show up or explain the purpose. If this continues, I don’t know when it will be.

Lying on the bed bored, Qingyan said, "Miss, I have found that this place is above an extremely high mountain. I wonder if it is in Xiangzhou?"

"Young Master, I can't answer your question."

"In the past few days, except for you, a girl, I haven't seen anyone else. Why don't you call some people over and let's chat."

"Your Majesty, I will not meet your requirements."

"Then how old are you this year? Are you married?"

"I am seventeen years old and I am not betrothed by others."

Qingyan sat up and said wonderingly: "You can tell me even at an age, why can't you reveal more about it?"

“Because the Pavilion….”

"What's the ge? I heard it! You just said the word " ge!" Qingyan stepped forward and grabbed the other party's arm, staring at her eyes tightly.
Chapter completed!