Deacon Luo's gaze fell on Yang Qian. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Qian's performance shocked him greatly. As a refiner, it is rare to have such a strong combat power.

Where did he come from?

Deacon Luo thinks that Yang Qian's origin must be extraordinary, and there may be a certain big force behind him.

Over the years, the major sects have paid more and more attention to the cultivation of refining talents, and this kid in front of him may be a disciple of a certain major sect, and it seems that a big disaster is coming for the other refiner.

When Deacon Luo thought of this, the ancient well's faceless face couldn't help twitching slightly, and he looked at Yang Qian and the others again.

Within the range of thousands of layers, there were more than a dozen people, and in the end, only three people were still standing in place.

But they also almost lost the possibility of action.

The pressure was so strong on them that it seemed that every step of the movement would exhaust the strength of their whole body.

"Aren't you trying to kill me?" Yang Qian smiled slightly, and slowly walked towards the three who were still standing in place.

As Yang Qian approached, the three of them only felt that the pressure on the surrounding space was a little greater.

His feet trembled in disobedience, and he had the urge to kneel.

"You...... You ......" The fierce man's face was full of fear, he didn't expect Yang Qianxiu to be so terrifying.

He originally thought that there were many of them, and they could **** Yang Qian well. In the end, he snatched Yang Qian's Qiankun bag.

They played a good calculation, but the changes on the scene caught them by surprise.

Yang Qian's strength has completely exceeded their imagination.

With the power of one person, a group of eleven people!

But without even moving a finger, he crushed them all!

What kind of strength is that?

The fierce man really regretted standing up for that Ziyu.

I knew that Ziyu had provoked such a powerful guy, so he wouldn't have come to seek revenge on Yang Qian!

Isn't this self-inflicted?

The fierce man regretted it!

"Where's your spirit?" Yang Qian's voice was indifferent.

By this time he had gone before the three.

The pressure of the three-layer lamination reaches its maximum.

Plop Plop Plop ......

Two more fell to their knees, spitting blood from their mouths.

Only the fierce man still stood trembling there.

However, his legs were already shaking into a sieve, and he could fall to his knees at any moment, vomiting blood and being seriously injured like those people before him.

Bang!

Yang Qian's palm lightly rested on the fierce man's shoulder.

The fierce man was already at the end of his crossbow, and even if a feather landed on his body, his last insistence would completely collapse, let alone the weight of a palm.

Thump!

The fierce man fell to his knees, and his mouth full of blood could no longer be suppressed, spurting out wildly.

"It's over." Yang Qian's voice fell.

The long sword suddenly came out, and the swishing sword light flashed, and it picked up all the Qiankun bags on the waists of the eleven people, and fell into Yang Qian's hands one after another.

After doing all this, the long sword swept away, and Sen Han's frost sword qi surged out, instantly enveloping all the seriously injured people.

Puff puff......

The cold air invaded their bodies, causing the blood and water in their bodies to condense into ice spikes in an instant.

Ice spikes pierce their bodies from within.

Instant death.

The breath converged, and Yang Qian returned to normal.

As if nothing had happened, he slowly walked back to Qian Duoduo Zhang Baowen.

Neat!

This......

The surrounding onlookers gasped, and when they looked at Yang Qian, they all had a little more respect, but more of them were frightened. couldn't help but stay away from Yang Qian for a few minutes.

Deacon Luo's eyes were like knives.

He has enforced the law for many years and killed people ruthlessly.

But Yang Qian was so neat and neat, without hesitation, and his cold-blooded and ruthless methods still made him feel cold.

makes a murderous deacon feel cold, it can be seen how cool and crazy Yang Qian was when he killed people!

The inn is silent!

At this moment, light footsteps sounded on the stairs of the inn.

Because of the silence all around, even if the footsteps were not loud, they could be heard clearly.

All eyes looked in the direction of the stairs.

I saw three character women slowly walking down the stairs.

The appearance of the three people was overwhelming, so that the men present couldn't help but widen their eyes, staring at the beautiful figures and faces of the three people, and refused to look away for a moment.

Who is it that the person who came is not the third daughter of Qingluo?

While they were practicing, they suddenly heard the sound of a fight below, and went to Yang Qian's room to look, and sure enough, no one was there.

So the three daughters came down from the upper floor.

Qing Luo didn't care about everyone's gaze, and walked straight to Yang Qian's body and stopped.

From the moment Qingluo appeared, Deacon Luo's eyes were on Qingluo and never left for a moment.

His originally unwavering face actually showed a look of surprise.

"She's ...... No way, the man had been dead for years. But...... How can there be such similar people in the world? ”

Deacon Luo's heart was in turmoil.

Qingluo's appearance reminded him of a person.

That person was Qingluo's mother.

Maybe it was Deacon Luo who stared at Qing Luo for too long, but Qing Luo finally noticed it, and his gaze moved to meet Deacon Luo's gaze.

When Qingluo saw Deacon Luo, his body suddenly jumped.

Deacon Luo also froze.

"Could it be ......" The moment he and Qing Luo looked at each other, a conjecture suddenly popped up in Deacon Luo's mind. His expression changed slightly, and then he took his eyes off Qingluo.

Deacon Luo looked away and didn't say much, and hurriedly left with a kind of subordinate.

Qingluo, on the other hand, was pale, looking at the back of Deacon Luo leaving, his body trembling slightly.

Yang Qian glanced at Qingluo and immediately knew what was going on.

And Qian Duoduo and the others didn't know Qingluo's past, so naturally they didn't know why Qingluo's face suddenly changed, and they thought that Qingluo was unwell.

"Sister Qingluo, are you not feeling well?" Xue Wu asked worriedly.

Qing Luo was stunned, and he didn't know if he heard Xue Wu's question, but he didn't answer.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Yang Qian looked at Ling Feiyan and said, "Feiyan, help Qingluo back to the house to rest." ”

Ling Feiyan nodded, then helped Qingluo and slowly went upstairs.

After the three daughters of Qingluo left, Yang Qian gave a few words to the shopkeeper and went upstairs.

The encounter between Deacon Luo and Qingluo made Yang Qian a little uneasy.

Deacon Luo's hurried departure made Yang Qian feel that there must be something strange in this.

Yang Qian didn't go back to his room, but knocked on the door of Qingluo's room.

It was Ling Feiyan who opened the door.

Ling Feiyan seemed to know that Yang Qian had something to say to Qingluo, so after Yang Qian entered the house, she closed the door and went to the snow dance room.

Qing Luo stood in front of the window, stunned.

She looked at this familiar and unfamiliar city of Lihuo, and her mood was complicated.

Yang Qian slowly walked to Qingluo's side, and also looked at the Lihuo City outside the window.

The sky outside was a little overcast, and heavy dark clouds seemed to suffocate it.

It's going to rain, Yang Qian thought to himself.

Standing beside Qing Luo, neither of them spoke.

Just standing quietly and accompanied.

For a long, long time.

"Do you know each other?" Yang Qian was the first to break the silence.

At this time, outside the window, the downpour poured down, hitting the roofs, the streets, and the stone slabs, shattering into crystal rain flowers.

The chaotic sound of rain seemed to silence the world.

The rain obscured the vision, but it made people's hearts more and more flustered.

"He's from the Fire Clan...... One of the people who besieged my parents......" Qingluo said in a low voice, "Fang Cai, I almost couldn't hold back and killed him directly." ”

The rain is even more hectic!

It's as if it's going to wash over everything in this world.

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