The old man has a yellow face and thin muscles, and obviously he will go hungry if he can't make money.

The ordinary disciple Yu Guang looked at Shi Yan, hesitated and whispered to the stall owner and the old man: "If you have something to do in the future, uncle, you can come to me at any time, and I will often be active on this street after today." ”

The stall owner old man seemed to be stupid, only knowing that he nodded in a daze, he stared at the eight copper coins in the dilapidated money box, thinking of the person who grabbed most of his brown sugar gourd before, and then looked at the polite Shi Yan, the head of ten thousand people, and couldn't help but feel like a fish in his throat.

"Head, everyone has been caught, there are three thousand Pu Yuanwei's subordinates on Hongfang Street, and there are three small leaders. Huang Kehan walked back with a large number of subordinates, and there were traces of blood on his body.

As he spoke, Huang Kehan turned around.

In the middle of the street, the kneeling ground is full, the arms are tied to the waist by ropes, the ankles are locked and connected by forbidden chains, and there are blades on the shoulders and necks, and they can't move and resist.

There were three people squatting at the front, all of them small leaders in three star-patterned robes.

"Dog thief! What if you kidnap Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is the person of the leader of Pu Da and the leader of Luo Zixuan, and if you dare to kill Lao Tzu, you will be in the same family, and you will be stripped of your skin and bones and sent to prison. The little leader was pressed by Gu Xiaowei to squat on the ground, couldn't stand up, hated Shi Yan, and spatted on the ground.

Gu Xiaowei was about to take the cloth ball and plug the mouth of this little leader, but Shi Yan waved his hand to stop him.

Shi Yan was silent when he heard the obscenities, chewed slowly and ate the two strings of brown sugar gourds, and then walked to the little head who was still scolding.

Song Yuan's eyes were quick, and he handed Shi Yan and Xuan'er a wet towel respectively to wipe the sugar sticky in their hands.

Seeing Shi Yan coming, the little leader stopped scolding, and stared at Shi Yan with a rebellious face.

Syllable!

In the next moment, Shi Yan slapped him, and the little leader's head spun violently around his neck several times, and then hung crookedly on his back, and the neck bones were all shattered, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh to hang.

Shi Yan took the wet wipe, carefully wiped his fingers, and wiped off all the sugar stains on it.

While wiping, he asked the second small leader of the squat: "Did I kill my fellow disciples?"

The remaining two small leaders were dumbfounded, seeing Shi Yan standing in front of them, his spine was cold, Shi Yan killed a Digang Realm with one palm? Shi Yan's strength is not to be talked about, this is a blatant violation of the rules of the Meteorite Gate!

"No ......" The second little leader's body shook like chaff, and he struggled to spit out a word.

After a word, a palm shadow flashed, and his head spun several times like the previous man, and his neck bone shattered into small pieces and died.

"No, you didn't harm your fellow disciples, the little ones can testify. "There is still the last small leader left, surnamed Zhuo, and there is still brown sugar left in the corner of his mouth.

Zhuo Leader's face turned pale, and when he saw Shi Yan standing in front of him again, he knelt on the ground with a 'plop', and without waiting for the inquiry to take the initiative to answer with trembling lips, his legs and pants were wet, and he was so frightened that he was on the verge of collapse.

The stall owner and the old man stared blankly at the scene in front of him, he remembered the leader of Zhuo, the wicked man who robbed him of half of the brown sugar gourd, although he didn't dare to look directly at Shi Yan to kill, but there was a hidden expectation.

Is this the need for the wicked to grind for the wicked?

The old man has a deep understanding in his heart, no, Shi Yan is not a wicked person, he is a good person!

Looking down at the leader Zhuo who was kneeling on the ground, Shi Yan chuckled three times, turned around and led Xuan'er to the depths of Hongfang Street.

Seeing Shi Yan leaving, Leader Zhuo was ecstatic, did he let him go?

Swish!

Huang Kehan drew his knife and slashed it, Zhuo Leader's smile froze forever, a head flew up, and then fell to the ground and kept rolling down, and finally rolled down in front of the stall owner's old man's feet.

Huang Kehan understood Shi Yan's thoughts, he was like this, he killed dirty hands with his own hands, and his strength was only at the peak of the blood realm, and he solved it on his behalf.

Following Shi Yan, Huang Kehan is full of confidence, and he is not afraid of being detained for the big crime of mutilating his fellow disciples, which is the coolest thing about doing things with Shi Yan, but he can be unscrupulous.

"That's right!" The old man of the stall owner didn't know where he got the courage, and he stepped on the head of the leader Zhuo a few times, and looked at Shi Yan's back gratefully.

After Shi Yan left, the warblers and Yanyan on both sides of the street, the geisha and the red men in the Qinglou had a voice, and they dared to discuss.

"Who is he?"

"You're young, you're still a teenager, aren't you?Why are you so ruthless?...... scared me?"

"What's the name of this big young leader?

......

For a while, all kinds of discussions continued, some were afraid and frightened, some were curious, and some geisha had beautiful eyes shining, staring at Shi Yan's back for a long time and couldn't take their eyes off.

My Fair Lady, a gentleman, and vice versa.

"Where is Pu Yuanwei?" Shi Yan asked as he walked forward, this is only the entrance of Hongfang Street, and the more you go inside, the more prosperous it becomes.

"Fengqilou is looking for fun. Song Yuan replied truthfully: "My subordinates sent someone to lurk in early, and I am ten out of ten sure." ”

"Very good. Shi Yan said leisurely, but he got together a piece, so it's okay, he can solve the problem of saving him more together.

Under the control of tens of thousands of disciples, Hongfang Street Avenue was unobstructed, and Shi Yan was not in a hurry to go to Fengqi Tower.

The owner of the building was not there, coupled with the strong suppression of tens of thousands of disciples, no matter the strength of the worship in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, when he heard that it was the Meteorite Gate, he didn't dare to take his head, and he didn't encounter any obstacles.

When Shi Yan stood downstairs in Fengqi, there were several more carriages behind him, which were full of account books.

Tens of thousands of disciples have completely occupied Hongfang Street, no one can send a message to Fengqi Tower, there are birds flying in the air, directly shot by the bow and crossbow, forget it by mistake, if you shoot the carrier pigeon, find the messenger to kill, in order to set an example.

Entering the Fengqi Tower, except for the sound of the zheng, all the tables or wooden fences are guarded by the disciples of the Meteorite Star, and there are several bloody spots on the table, and the corpses have been pulled away for disposal.

Shi Yan swept through everyone, the steward, and the red man in the wine-scented stream were all controlled, and he walked up.

There are also powerful people with backgrounds upstairs, Shi Yan didn't care about them, and they didn't want to provoke Shi Yan, so they were safe.

In a room where the Red Man is having fun.

Pu Yuanwei has a poop belly, shoulder-length hair, slightly fat, leaning on a wooden chair carved with gold and jade, and several red men sitting on both sides, all of whom are beautiful women who are one in a hundred.

The table in front of him is full of wine and food, and there are red men dancing in the open space in front of the table.

"Master Pu, drink. A famous celebrity gathered around Pu Yuanwei and kept persuading him to drink.

Each pot of wine is extremely expensive, ordinary people can't afford to drink a drop, and it is several times more expensive than the wine that is fragrant and poured into the wine.

Pu Yuanwei didn't mind, how much to drink, Luo Zixuan handed over Hongfang Street to him to take charge, leaving him a chance to take a commission, even if it was a little commercial tax, it was an astronomical amount, enough for him to have fun on Hongfang Street, and play in the Eight Peerless Buildings.

"That's life. Pu Yuanwei's face turned red, he laughed with satisfaction, and he had the pride of guiding the world with the strength of wine.

After the pride, Pu Yuanwei took a bite of the dish and was about to enter it, but was accidentally bumped by a red man who accidentally came up, and as soon as the chopsticks were loosened, the dish fell on his shoes.