Deduce The Fairy Thief Of Liuku At The Beginning, And Harvest The Data Of Common People

Ten days passed in a flash.

More and more people from the rivers and lakes gathered in the capital of Daqian.

Either a well-known orthodox Tianjiao, or a crooked demon rookie, or a famous casual cultivator...

The entire Daqian Emperor became lively in an instant.

The hustle and bustle of the teahouse in the imperial capital continued for a long time.

"Hmph, what kind of ghosts and snakes dare to join in the fun."

There was a trace of disdain and sneer in the cold and arrogant male voice.

The Jianghu people who just stepped into the teahouse were about to draw their swords and get angry, but suddenly they seemed to avoid them as if they saw a scourge.

"Fenglei Pavilion! Flaming Saber Zhang Yan!"

Zhang Yan raised his head proudly, the edge of the gorgeous brocade sleeve robe was embroidered with the unique wind and thunder pattern of Fenglei Pavilion.

Fenglei Pavilion, a first-class force in the Jianghu.

It is rumored that in the depths of Fenglei Pavilion, there is a Fenglei ancestor who is innately at the peak, and he is only half a step away from stepping into the extreme state.

Fenglei Pavilion is located in Daqian Qingzhou, and the standards for recruiting sect disciples are strict.

It has a pivotal position within the boundaries of Qingzhou.

It is no exaggeration to say that the imperial decree of the Dagan Dynasty may not be more appealing than the order of Fenglei Pavilion when it reaches Qingzhou.

Flaming Saber Zhang Yan is the best among the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion of the same generation, and his martial arts realm in the first-class early stage can be said to be the best of his generation.

Second only to the contemporary master Wang Zun of Fenglei Pavilion.

"Zhang Yan, why are you here?"

"Where is Wang Zun, the elder brother of your Fenglei Pavilion?"

"Didn't he make an appointment with that guy from Tingyu Tower to hold a world-renowned decisive battle at the top of Dagan Imperial City?"

The black-robed young man sitting in the corner of the Imperial Capital Teahouse smiled viciously, as if mocking Wang Zun's overreaching.

Hearing these words, Zhang Yan's breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

"I don't need to bother you. My Fengleimen has an ancestor who is at the peak of innate talent. Even the new emperor of Daqian has to sell thin noodles."

Zhang Yan suppressed the sneer and disdain on his face, and retorted with a cold snort.

The young man in black robe didn't continue to speak, as if acquiescing to Zhang Yan's rhetoric.

Yang Qi, who was hiding in the corner, picked up the teacup and narrowed his eyes lightly, savoring the rich tea aroma from the taste buds on the tip of his tongue.

He has endured for nearly two years and is finally going to reap the fruits of success today.

"Blood Killing Gate...Blood Killing Patriarch...Dagan New Emperor...Hehe...Ridiculous..."

The corner of Yang Qi's mouth slowly outlined a subtle arc.

Since there is the joy of revenge, and the joy of playing with everyone.

He knew that his methods were not clever.

But so what?

The blood-killing patriarch went mad, and all members of the blood-killing sect headquarters were wiped out.

The blood-killing patriarch wanted to avenge his beloved grandson.

Even if he suspected it was a trap, he still challenged Daqian Xindi beyond his control.

The old eunuch in the Daqian Palace finally broke through the Xiantian Realm, but he was about to be killed by the blood-killing ancestor desperately.

At this time, the blood-killing patriarch has already lost his mind due to the murderous aura tainted by the blood-killing skills, and his combat power may have to be raised to a higher level.

"When Dagan is messed up and turned into a mess, I should go to other places."

Yang Qi was secretly thinking about the follow-up plan, as if he had escaped from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Just when the teahouse was full of people.

Suddenly, the sky was eerily quiet.

A chilling bloody breath blew across the ground like a gust of wind.

Everyone couldn't help touching their skin, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.

"Is this the blood-killing patriarch who claims to be the first person under heaven?"

"The master of the rivers and lakes who ranks sixteenth on the Daqian Billboard."

"It's been a watershed since he started. The top 15 on the Dagan Billboard are all martial arts masters in the innate realm."

The blood-killing patriarch hunched over his old body, his withered arms were pulling a thick rope, and at the end of the rope was a blood coffin.

The whole body of the blood coffin was bright blood red, and the pungent blood continuously seeped out from the bottom of the blood coffin, drawing a trail.

The blood-killing ancestor's eyes were red, as if he had lost his mind.

There has never been a shortage of bold and bold people in the Jianghu.

"Just you stepping on the horse to kill the ancestor with blood?"

The bearded man held a saber in his hand, twisted his thick arms, and his muscles and bones were crackling.

He looked at the little arms and legs of the Bloody Patriarch with disdain, and then glanced at the terrified faces of the Jianghu people with contempt.

"Which sect disciple is this, so brave?"

"Even dare to stop the blood-killing ancestor!"

"Is he crazy?"

"And what's the meaning of his contemptuous expression?"

Even Zhang Yan stood up from his seat, staring in disbelief at the strong man who seemed to be flying straight with a knife.

After a while.

"He is not a sect disciple at all, but a butcher who kills pigs in our village. Who said he was brought to see the world before."

"Um, I said it, but I didn't let him die!"

"He's not even a warrior, isn't he afraid of the aura of blood killing the ancestor?"

"Maybe it's because we have killed too many pigs, so it's commonplace."

"what should I do now?"

"Cold salad."

Zhang Yan immediately lost interest when he heard the words of the Jianghu people and returned to his seat.

Not even warriors.

The fool.

"Get out, I won't kill the unknown!"

The blood-killing patriarch's crimson eyes showed a look of disdain, as if killing the other party was dirtying his own hands.

He probably also learned the identity of the butcher from the conversation of the people in the teahouse.

Unexpectedly, the butcher wiped the pig-killing knife, looked sideways and said, "Your domineering side leaks, you're courting death!"

Say it.

He charged forward with the butcher's knife in hand.

During this period.

He was even in the mood to take a look at the shocked young junior sister from a famous family in the tea house.

The muscles at the corners of Xuesha Patriarch's mouth twitched unconsciously.

"roll!"

There was a terrifying explosion of internal strength.

The butcher who was running bled from his seven orifices, his eyes popped out and he fell to the ground and died.

The blood-killing patriarch crushed the butcher's head like an ant, and roared towards the imperial city: "Emperor Qian, get out of here, patriarch!"

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