Chapter 469 Black Silk Beating the Drum

"Master, these people have passed the test of the gambling house and said they want to see you."

Fan Hai bowed respectfully to the man behind the square table.

"Um?"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man didn't seem to take Fan Hai's words to heart very much. He still lowered his head to check the files, but said without raising his head: "Since you are a distinguished guest of our hall, let's take a seat. "

As soon as he finished speaking, several men in Tsing Yi immediately moved three seats and placed them in front of Liang Yan and others.

But Liang Yan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't have anything to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall. When Tang comes here, he has something to ask."

"Oh? What's the matter?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little interested, raised his head, looked at Liang Yan and asked.

Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Do you cherish your life, Master?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "That thief, how dare you bully our Taisui Gang?!"

Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he just said lightly: "It's not that I deceived the hall master, but that you didn't even know that your lair was occupied. Are you right, Manager Wang?"

Next to him, Wang Yang's originally calm expression suddenly changed.

He didn't answer at all, and directly pulled off the black cloak on his body. He raised his hand and shook, and a thick green smoke spread from the cloak. Then Wang Yang shrank back and was about to go. Escape outside the secret room.

But before he could run a few steps, Dumb lifted up his body and kicked him in the back of the heart. He flew up in the air, hit the wall of the secret room, and died.

"Gee, I didn't expect this little brother to be very alert, but he is different from the previous supervisory envoy!"

A charming voice came from the direction of the stairs, and then two people walked in from the door of the secret room.

One of them was a red-faced man, shirtless, with eleven waist drums of different sizes tied around his waist, and two drumsticks pinned to his buttocks.

The other person was a woman in purple clothes. She was tall and fair-skinned. The only thing that was weird about her was that her hair was too long. It was even too long to hang down naturally and could only be coiled around her waist.

"Who are you?!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he stood up and retreated hurriedly. The men in green clothes around him also drew their swords and guarded the middle-aged man behind them.

In this secret room, even if it takes ten days and a half, no outsider may be able to come in, but now it's just a cup of tea, and people are breaking in one after another, and they are not good people. This is called How can middle-aged people not be frightened?

But no one was willing to answer his question. In other words, the other two groups of people in the field just regarded him as nothing more than air.

Liang Yan's face was indifferent, he looked at the two people in front of him and smiled and said: "You two have followed me all the way since I left the 'Youde Pawnshop'. It's been a lot of hard work. It's just that you want to use this underground secret room to get rid of Tang secretly. So, how do you know that Tang doesn’t have the same intention?"

The face of the purple-clothed woman who was still smiling slightly changed slightly, but only for a moment, she smiled sweetly again, and she said: "Old Chu, do you hear that? We are not the mantis stalking the cicada, but the oriole behind us. !”

The woman in purple said, wiping her neck and saying, "This guy said he wanted to kill us all!"

After hearing this, Lao Chu didn't smile and just replied angrily: "Then peel off his skin first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out two drumsticks from behind and hit a waist drum hard on his waist.

Boom!

A muffled sound came, like a thunderous drum beating, deafening and deafening. Liang Yan's body surged with spiritual energy, as if it was about to burst blood vessels and break through the skin!

However, he had to temper his physical body with Hunhun Kung Fu. The strength of his physical body was different from that of ordinary monks. At this moment, the golden light on his body just turned a few times and suppressed all the boiling blood in his body.

He is, but others are not.

The dozen or so strong men in green clothes were the first to bear the brunt of the attack and exploded to death. Streams of blood mist spilled out, dyeing the entire secret room red.

Liang Yan's expression also changed slightly. He didn't expect that this person's method was so special and could actually induce people's energy and blood.

With a thought, Liang Yan suddenly waved one hand and covered Ah-Dai and the dark-skinned middle-aged man with a circle of golden light.

The red-faced man called Lao Chu couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw that Liang Yan remained motionless under the sound of the drums and even had the strength to protect the other two mortal warriors.

But the next moment, he opened his arms, and the two drumsticks fell like raindrops on the eleven waist drums.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Muffled thunderous explosions echoed in this small secret room, like thousands of troops and mighty waves of an angry sea.

At the same time, the woman in purple also shook her head, and saw a head of long cloud-like hair that seemed to be rolled back by a long river and swept straight to Liang Yan's head.

Whether it is the red-faced man Lao Chu or the woman in purple with unusually long hair, their cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building.

In their minds, if they can't defeat the tender-faced scholar in front of them in a two-to-one contest, then they will really be shameless.

Liang Yan's face also looked a little strange, but he was thinking to himself: There are indeed many wonders in this world, and there is actually a female cultivator who can refine her three thousand black hair into a spiritual weapon!

After thinking about it, the sword technique in Liang Yan's hand did not slow down at all. A long silver sword came out in response, and with a gentle twist in the secret room, it chopped off the long hair that covered the sky and the earth.

"Sword cultivator!"

The purple-clothed woman and the red-faced man were both shocked. They had heard about the sword cultivator's offensive power for a long time, but at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. There was only a narrow secret passage behind them. If they took a step back, they would be pierced by a flying sword. The fate of the heart.

There was no more contempt in the two people's hearts. The purple-clothed woman shook her head, and thousands more blue hairs swept towards her. She has a special physique, and her long hair has been refined by special means. She can break gold and crack rocks. Ordinary spiritual weapons will explode directly if she sweeps them with her long hair.

At this moment, the long hair was flying all over the room, and the woman in purple didn't look for Liang Yan's flying sword. Instead, she twisted and twisted in various ways, and finally came towards Liang Yan himself.

As for that old Chu, he hammered the eleven waist drums around his waist so loudly that even the two drumsticks in his hands had a slight crack!

Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but the golden light around him became more intense, firmly protecting the two people behind him. At the same time, the sword formula in his hand suddenly changed, and the Dingguang Sword transformed from one to three. One of them was guarded by his side, chopping up all the long hair that had been rolled up. The remaining two flying swords were as fast as meteors, and they were aimed at Lao Chu and The woman in purple shot away.

"ah!"

Two silver rainbows flashed past, and the two people standing at the door had no time to react. They only screamed, and then they saw blood bursting into the sky, and two heads flying into the air.

Thanks to the book friend: the old kiln worker for the reward!