Peach Fortune Ring

"Shhhhhhh!"

Four points of Qi flew out from his fingers, caught up with the four innate masters in an instant, and did not enter their bodies.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Qi Jin exploded in their bodies, and then, all four of them screamed and fell to the ground, and all vomited blood, but they were seriously injured.

"Death to me!"

But Zhong Tianhui fell in front of Song Yan at this moment, a sharp knife slipped out of his sleeve, and as soon as he sent it forward, he wanted to stab Song Yan's heart.

"roll!"

Raise your hand and clap your palm.

The surging energy suddenly exploded, and Zhong Tianhui felt as if he was hit by a speeding train, and then flew straight out of the cafe door as if he was on a passing train, and fell on the stone slab outside the cafe.

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Yue couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. She only saw Song Yan move his finger, raise his hand, and beat the five until they vomited blood or flew out of the coffee shop. This is really unbelievable.

"Song, Master Song, did you do all this?"

Facing Shangguanyue's gaze, Song Yan nodded: "I did it, by the way, judging by your attitude towards the Qinghong Gang, you should have hatred with them, right?"

Shangguanyue hesitated for a while and said: "My parents were killed by them, and my uncle was also framed by them before he was thrown into prison. The Qinghong gang is the murderer who caused us to go to our house!"

"So that's the case." Song Yan nodded, and then said to Shangguan Yue solemnly: "I assure you, from today onwards, the Qinghong Gang will cease to exist!"

[Author's digression]: The fourth watch is here

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Chapter 444 Who Are You?

The inner courtyard of the headquarters of the Qinghong Gang. Ziyou Pavilion

Zuo Honglin, the gang leader, was playing chess with an old man in a long black coat, while Mo Jiansheng, the deputy mayor of the magic city, stood behind the old man to watch the battle.

Not far away was a wheelchair, and sitting in the wheelchair was Mo Qiulin, whose face was disfigured and her meridians in her hands and feet were broken.

Mo Qiulin glanced at the two chess players, and a look of irritability and impatience flashed across her face: "Mom, why hasn't that pair of dogs been brought here yet?"

A stern look flashed in Yang Jiahui's eyes, and she said softly: "Don't worry, your master's people have found the trace of that person, and I believe they will bring him back soon."

Hearing this, Mo Qiulin's eyes flashed with cruelty: "Go and tell Master, I want that pair of dogs and men to appear before me alive, and I will kill them myself."

"Your master has his own measure, and you don't need to remind him."

In a blink of an eye, twenty minutes passed.

A member of the Qinghong Gang came in and reported: "Guild Master, Deputy Gang Master Zhong has brought the person back."

"Let him escort the man to the martial arts arena to wait, and we will follow." Zuo Honglin waved his hand and said, and when he got rid of his men, he smiled and said to Yang Huaikui: "Old Yang, you see, we have finished playing this game." In the past, or in the present?"

"Go straight there, or my granddaughter will scold me for being a grandfather." Yang Huaikui said with a smile.

Zuo Honglin looked towards Mo Qiulin, and found that Mo Qiulin's face was full of impatience at the moment.

So Zuo Honglin nodded and said: "Then listen to Mr. Yang, let's go directly to the martial arts field."

On the martial arts arena of the Qinghong gang, Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back, and beside him stood a girl with short hair, who was Shangguanyue.

When Shangguanyue knew that Song Yan was going to eradicate the Qinghong Gang, she made a request to him, hoping to take her with him. She wanted to see with her own eyes how the Qinghong Gang was destroyed.

Song Yan agreed to her request, so he brought her here together.

The martial arts field of the Qinghong Gang is very large and imposing. There are dozens of weapon racks in one corner of the martial arts field, and each weapon rack has dozens of weapons, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, sticks, and hammers. complete.

In addition, there are wooden dummy stakes for boxing and palm training, plum blossom stakes, high and low stakes for body training, etc.

It has to be said that the Qinghong Gang, which has been entrenched in Shanghai for a hundred years, still has a lot of background, but it is a pity that the century-old gang will come to an end today.

Around the Martial Arts Field, there are no less than two hundred elites of the Qinghong Gang holding swords, all of these elites are masters of the late Houtian period or above, besides, the six Zhong Tianhui who brought him here are also standing not far away, It's just that they looked a little tired, and their faces were even more pale.

Not long after, a group of innate warriors came to the training ground with five people, to be exact, four people, because one of them was sitting in a wheelchair.

The obese middle-aged man walking in the front probably weighs no less than 300 catties. He is the leader of the Qinghong Gang, Zuo Honglin. He is accompanied by an old man in a black coat. The old man has silver hair, but his face looks like He is about the same as a 50-year-old middle-aged man, with a natural majesty all over his body. He is obviously a person who has been in a high position for a long time. This person is Yang Huaikui, the leader of the Northern Underworld Alliance.

Mo Jiansheng, the deputy mayor of the standing committee of the magic city, was one step behind the two, and Yang Jiahui, who was pushing the wheelchair herself, was Mo Qiulin sitting in the wheelchair.

Seeing these five people, Song Yan was secretly happy, since they were all here, he didn't need to look for them one by one, which saved a lot of effort.

"No, grandpa is wrong, that woman is not that little bitch Song Xue!"

Suddenly, Mo Qiulin yelled loudly.

Hearing Mo Qiulin's shout, Zuo Honglin couldn't help but frowned, and looked at Zhong Tianhui: "Brother Zhong, what did you do? Why did you bring the wrong person?"

Zhong Tianhui hurriedly said: "Brother, we haven't found that Song Xue for the time being. When we went to arrest this person, this woman happened to be beside him, so we brought him back together."

"In that case, let's search harder." Zuo Honglin said coldly.

"You don't need to search anymore, Xiaoxue has already left the magic city." Song Yan said suddenly.

Zuo Honglin showed some surprise, and said with a smile: "Oh, under the blockade of our Qinghong Gang, you can still send people away. You have some skills."

Song Yan shook his head: "It's not that I have the ability, but that you think too highly of your Qinghong Gang."

Zuo Honglin shouted softly: "How courageous! You dare to be so arrogant when you are on my territory." Speaking of this, he changed the subject: "However, arrogant people often die early, you are so young but you have practiced it. I feel a pity that I died just because of such a good skill.”

"This is not a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair, what's more, I'm just telling the truth!" Song Yan smiled disapprovingly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly became a bit more teasing: "Leader Zuo, have you ever heard the word "sitting in a well and watching the sky"?"

Zuo Honglin raised two faint eyebrows slightly, and said coldly with a dark face: "You laugh at me as a frog at the bottom of the well, are you qualified?"

Song Yan shook his head again: "I'm not laughing at you again, I just want you to remember a truth before you die, don't underestimate people in the world, especially young people!"

"……you……!"

Zuo Honglin became angry for it, and a layer of blueness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Young man, what is your background?" Yang Huaikui at the side felt something was wrong and asked.

Song Yan's eyes fell on Yang Huaikui, and he said slowly: "Yang Huaikui, 79 years old this year, the leader of the Northern Underworld Alliance, cultivated at the peak of the eighth level of congenital, and once defeated the ninth level of congenital; you have three sons and one daughter, the eldest son Yang Zongming inherits your Clothes, currently serving as the deputy leader of the Northern Underworld Alliance; your second son Yang Zongye is the commander of a certain field division, your third son Yang Zongming is currently serving as the governor of a certain northern state; your youngest daughter Yang Jiahui is currently the chairman of Huayun Group, the company The market value is about 600 billion, and as for your son-in-law, he is Mo Jiansheng, the standing committee member and deputy mayor of the magic city."

Listening to Song Yan telling his old background one by one, Yang Huaikui couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face: "Who the hell are you?"

Song Yan smiled: "Who am I? You don't have the right to know. If you go back to your nest now and stop participating in this matter, I can leave no one in your Yang family. Otherwise, the main members of your Yang family, one Don't even try to escape."

Hearing this, Yang Huaikui had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, and he felt even more withdrawn in his heart. After all, the other party knew everything about him, but he didn't know anything about this young man.