The sudden force rushed head-on, Li Ping looked at Qiu Tiecheng's gradually enlarged right hand in front of him, waving it on his left shoulder, as if he was hit head-on by a fast-moving high-speed train, flying into the air, as for the pain of hitting the table, he couldn't feel it at all.

This was just Qiu Tiecheng's dying palm when he lost his strength, and the skill of the seventh-order master made Li Ping sigh at the luck of the sneak attack.

When the person was in mid-air, he vaguely saw Zheng Aya'er, who had already been running towards Li Bai, stop, turned halfway, and stopped Chu Yidao.

Iron brazing through the heart, Qiu Tiecheng should be dead......

For Li Ping, who was not proficient in martial arts, he didn't know what Li Bai's blood spurted at that time meant. Until the blue-robed man known as Xiao Shaobai said lightly, "I, abolished Brother Taibai's dantian ......"

"Kill him."

Li Ping only had this one thought in his heart, no matter whether this Qiu Tiecheng was related to Xiao Shaobai or not, this was Li Ping's only thought.

The iron drill in his hand pierced into Qiu Tiecheng's heart without any skill, revealing from behind.

Qiu Tiecheng's face distorted by fear and the right palm that he waved before he died made Li Ping, who was a little confused, balance his heart a little.

The iron drill came out of his back, and a seventh-order master died like this......

......

Before the crowd had time to marvel, the edge of the venue, the main table, was shocked.

At the moment when Li Ping flew out, the sound of the piano on the second floor suddenly turned, like the collapse of mountains and rivers, like an iron horse entering the battle.

The little guy who was carrying the pot and pouring water was adding water to the main table, giving way to the vacant seat that Xiao Shaobai had left, bowing his head to add water to Zheng Qian, and then went around to Cui Wanran from behind Zheng Qian.

After Zheng Qian, it should have been a middle-aged man standing......

Zheng Qian's side was supposed to be Xiao Shaobai sitting next to him......

Now, the explosion sounded, Zheng Qian asked the middle-aged man to go to the staircase to check, and Xiao Shaobai even went to the field to do what he should do......

Who is the fox and who is the hunter? Who is the praying mantis and who is the yellow finch?

At this moment, Zheng Qian was like a bamboo shoot that had been stripped of his bamboo shoots, and the empty door behind him was wide open......

The little guy originally lowered his head and carried the pot, and the moment he walked behind Zheng Qian, he bent his elbows, elbowed to Zheng Qian's heart, and in his sleeves, a sharp outline was faintly revealed. The little servant's movements are as simple as he has filled the table with water a thousand times.

Li Ping, who was rolling in mid-air, and Qiu Tiecheng, who was dying on the floor, successfully attracted the attention of everyone and even Zheng Qian.

In the sound of silk and bamboo, the assassination arrived.

The little guy's elbow continued to move forward, and the whole movement was swift and ruthless, silent.

The elbow arm was less than an inch away from Zheng Qian's back heart, and the little guy raised his breath, his true qi was running, and the murderous aura suddenly exploded. Zheng Qian looked at the interweaving of death, anger and grief in the field, and the feeling of mastering everything was still rising in his heart, and the murderous aura hit his body, so he sensed it.

Worthy of the leader of the younger generation of the Zheng family, Zheng Qian didn't have time to turn back, and leaned over to the table. Zheng Qian's reaction was not unpleasant, however, Xiao Qian's elbow was already too close to his back.

As the most luxurious restaurant in Xiangyang City, Songhelou has many years of sour branch wood on the table, and the hard and heavy table top slows down Zheng Qian's speed. The dishes and dishes on the table splashed, and the table slid into the middle of the field......

The little guy leaned forward in pursuit, then raised his forearm, and continued to pierce his elbow towards Zheng Qian's heart.

The people upstairs had woken up from the chaos.

The first to react was Xia Changfeng, who saw him grab the chopsticks on the table and shoot them towards the little girl's face.

At this time, the little guy's elbow was a little closer to Zheng Qian's back, and he didn't dodge or dodge the oncoming chopsticks, and slammed down on Zheng Qian's back.

"Bang" elbow and back intersected, but saw the elbow under the little two cone piercing the sleeve, revealing the sharp tip of the inch-long beard, like the sharp edge of the tip of the sword, fixed at the elbow end, slightly black, obviously fed with poison.

The sharp edge was accurately pierced in the back of Zheng Qian's heart, and there was a sound of metal intersecting in his ears, and his elbow was against Zheng Qian's back heart, and it was difficult to save it.

Soft armor.

Inextricably linked.

The Zheng family's inextricably stranded armor blocked the sharp edge that stabbed over.

Thousands of strands of armor blocked the edge, but they couldn't block the internal force, and the internal force of the little guy rushed into Zheng Qian's heart.

At this time, Xia Changfeng's chopsticks had arrived, and the two chopsticks carried the sound of the wind, one was on the cheeks of the middle two, and the other was on the shoulders of the middle two.

Xiao Er fell on his back.

"Poof" Zheng lurked on the table, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

The middle-aged man at the staircase let out a long roar, everyone had not yet seen the figure clearly, and the middle-aged man who was originally at the staircase had already appeared behind Zheng Qian, as fast as a ghost. kicked the shoulder of the junior second and restrained the younger two.

When he looked down at Zheng Qian, Zheng Qian had already gotten up from the table, covered in preserved tea and fruits, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were twitching with blood.

"It doesn't matter." Zheng Qian lowered his head, stretched out his hand to comb his somewhat messy hair, and cleaned the tea on his body, then raised his head and hugged his fists to the people around him and smiled, "Xiao Xiao'er." ”

"Please return to where you were at once." The middle-aged man who was standing silently next to Zheng Qian a moment ago burst out with an indifferent and shocking temperament, took a step forward, looked around the entire third floor, and said a request to everyone in a cold tone that could freeze people to death, even if this request was more like an order, "Keep the posture just now, don't move." ”

At this moment, everyone had the illusion that the middle-aged man was looking at them alone, and unconsciously did what the middle-aged man said, returning to the position he had just put in him. Chu Yidao, who was originally walking towards Li Ping, could only answer the position just now.

"Go back to your place, too." The middle-aged man looked at the Iron Sword Gate and the many masters of the Zheng family who rushed over, his face sank like water, and he ordered, "No one is allowed to enter the building, and no one is allowed to go out." Make a note of the location of the people around you, and don't move, for those who move will not be spared. ”

He glanced at the people upstairs again, as if to see through what they were thinking and noting where they were. A murderous aura with a chill came with the middle-aged man's eyes, and everyone quickly lowered their heads, and no one looked at them.

"Young Master, how is it?" Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the middle-aged man did not immediately investigate, but turned his head and asked while stretching out his hand to check Zheng Qian's pulse.

"Uncle Lin, it should be fine, it's just that the qi and blood are not smooth, and he has suffered a little internal injury, and the assassin's internal strength is not strong." Zheng Qian stretched out his hand to let the middle-aged man take the pulse, and with the other hand held the middle-aged man's shoulder, he replied slowly.

Touching the pulse of Zheng Qian's wrist and neck, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Lin slowly crossed his true qi towards Zheng Qian's meridians.

Qi walked all over the body, except for Zheng Qian's back and heart veins running poorly, it was indeed no big problem.

"Young Master." Zheng Qin's eager voice sounded at the top of the stairs, and then, the figure shook, and Zheng Qin appeared on the third floor

Uncle Lin frowned and glanced at Zheng Qin, the two were of similar stature, but they gave people the feeling of a middle-aged man looking down on Zheng Qin. The famous Iron Sword Sect Master, like a wounded sheep at this moment, bowed his head and saluted the middle-aged man and Zheng Qian.

The middle-aged man's eyes swept away, and he turned his head to look at the assassin on the ground.

"Dead." The man bent down, "clicked", and opened the assassin's mouth to look inside. As early as when the middle-aged Uncle Lin kicked the little guy on the shoulder to seal his acupoint, he already felt the little guy's vitality disappear.

The middle-aged man looked at the tongue coating of the little guy, rolled his eyelids, and knew it in his heart.

Dead man.

At the moment of attacking, he swallowed the pill, which provided a powerful internal force and drained the vitality in his body. Mixed in its poisoning drug, the moment the little guy fell, directly fatal. It can be said that the little guy was already dead before he fell.

Looking at Zheng Qian, who was in good health, and the dead assassin, Uncle Lin still felt uneasy in his heart.

The other party was able to grasp the timing so accurately that it was to the extent of a close assassination. With such careful arrangement, there must be a backhand or insurance. What is presented now is too anticlimactic, and the anticlimactic can be called clumsy. Take the pill swallowed by the little guy, each one is worth a thousand gold. Not cheaper than a life-saving elixir. It's not at all something that ordinary killer forces can have. It should be a series of assassinations, not just a simple affair.

How could this kind of delicate assassination fail because the target was wearing silk armor.

What exactly is the opponent's backhand? Or what exactly is the purpose of the other party?

The middle-aged man looked around at everyone upstairs again, and suddenly felt that the entire Songhe Tower was full of enemies.

The Assassins weren't just lying dead in the ground, and they wouldn't have been able to find such an opportunity unless someone else had done it.

Or, the opportunity itself was created!!