As soon as Yun Yang left with his front foot, the eight martial artists walked quickly to the second floor of Tingyun Xuan.

Among them, the short-haired middle-aged man who took the lead opened a portrait and asked, "Have any of you seen this person?"

"I've seen it, right in that ......" In the crowd, a warrior in Tsing Yi immediately pointed to where Yun Yang was before, but before he finished speaking, he lost his voice.

There, Yunyang was gone.

"It's strange, I was still here just now!" the Tsing Yi warrior muttered to himself in confusion.

"Split up and chase!" The short-haired middle-aged man heard this, and immediately dodged and rushed out.

Several warriors behind him instantly scattered in all directions.

Soon, one of the warriors with a knife on his back discovered Yunyang's traces.

At this time, Yunyang was following the crowd and walking quickly into the distance.

The first reaction of the sword-carrying warrior was to call someone, but when he turned his head to look, he found that he and the other companions were far away and could not be contacted at all.

Gritting his teeth, he quietly followed.

He wasn't going to do it.

The fact that a great master like Yuwen Tianying is dead is enough to show that Yunyang's strength is extremely terrifying, and it is not something he can match at all.

All he had to do was to follow Yunyang and report back after determining his hiding place.

At that time, there will naturally be a strong person to deal with Yunyang.

After chasing all the way, Yunyang entered an alley after a while.

The sword-bearer hesitated for a moment and followed.

In the straight alley, there were only a few pedestrians, but after seeing the situation clearly, the face of the warrior with the sword changed slightly—Yun Yang was gone.

The alley was a hundred feet long, and he just came in a few breaths later than Yunyang.

Even if Yunyang ran with all his might, it was impossible to rush out of the alley in such a short time.

"It's been discovered!" The sword warrior with a sword in his heart froze slightly, subconsciously pulled out the long knife behind his back, and scanned the alley with his whole body on guard.

"Are you looking for me?"

A warm and flat voice suddenly came from behind.

The warrior with the back sword didn't want to think about it, and subconsciously slashed towards the back with a knife, but as soon as he moved, he felt a tingling pain in his heart.

It was the pain from the dagger piercing the flesh, and he could even feel the warm feeling of blood running down his back, and cold sweat instantly wet his forehead.

"If you don't want to die, answer my question honestly. Yun Yang asked lightly: "Who are the people of the Yuwen family who came to participate in the conference this time, and what is the strongest realm?"

Knowing himself and knowing his opponent can he cope better.

"Yunyang, you should understand that the Yuwen family will not let you go, and no matter how you struggle, you can't be the opponent of the Yuwen family. The sword-carrying warrior said calmly.

In a short period of time, they not only got the portrait of Yunyang, but also knew Yunyang's name.

The magnitude of the energy can be seen.

"Answer the question or die. Yun Yang gently pushed the dagger, and the tip of the dagger went a little deeper.

"Don't, I said!" The sword-carrying martial artist hurriedly said: "The Yuwen family is led by the second master Yuwen Zhengyang this time, and his strength is the sixth level of the Pure Yang Realm. In addition to the two family masters and the already dead Yuwen Heavenly Eagle, there were three other Pure Yang Martial Artists, whose strength was around four or five levels in the Pure Yang Realm. The other is the sea warriors, the number is about two hundred. ”

Five Pure Yang Realms.

This lineup is not unimpressive.

However, Yunyang seemed extremely calm.

It is normal for a big family like the Yuwen family to dispatch such a lineup.

"What is the treasure that the Yuwen family brought for sale this time?" Yun Yang asked again.

The Wanchao Trade Fair is originally an exchange of ideas.

Anyone can buy and sell.

"It's an extraterrestrial piece of meteorite. Said the sword-bearer.

"How old?" Yun Yang asked.

Extraterrestrial meteorite is an excellent refining material, and the armor and weapons refined from it are at least treasures of the sixth grade or above.

If you add some other precious materials, you can even refine a spiritual weapon.

However, if the number is too small, it doesn't make much sense.

"Two ......" The sword warrior just hesitated, and then felt the pain in his back intensify, and the two hurriedly said: "There are two thousand catties!"

Yun Yang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The market price of meteorite iron outside the sky is about 50,000 taels per catty.

If it is two thousand catties, it is exactly 100 million taels.

This is also a lot of money for a big family like the Yuwen family.

"You turn your head and look at me. Yun Yang spoke again.

The sword warrior was stunned, but he slowly turned his head and looked at Yunyang, and then, he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be whirlpools.

"Is there any fake news you just told me?" Yun Yang asked.

There was a hint of struggle in the eyes of the sword warrior, but he quickly became sluggish, and said slowly: "The strength of the two family masters is the eighth level of pure yang. In addition, in addition to the three pure yang martial artists, there is also a hidden master beside the two family masters, whose strength is unknown. ”

Yun Yang glanced coldly at the sword warrior on his back, and the dagger in his hand moved, ending his life.

Fortunately, he knows how to hypnosis, otherwise if he believes this guy's fake news, he will suffer a big loss when he meets the Yuwen family.

However, first there is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, and now there is an extraterrestrial meteorite, it seems that this time the Ten Thousand Dynasty Trade Fair will be extremely exciting.

Cang Yan appeared in his hand, completely burned the body of the sword warrior, and his figure flashed, heading towards 'Furongju'.

If he expected, there should already be quite a few people waiting for him.

......

......

Fu Rong lives outside.

In a restaurant where you can see Yunyang's room.

The two warriors sat by the window, taking a sip of tea from time to time, but their eyes were staring at the room where Yun Yang was almost all the time.

"I don't know what the second head of the family thinks, the bastard surnamed Yun already knows that we are looking for him, and he is back?" After staring for a long time, Yun Yang didn't appear, and one of the martial artists with a black mole in the corner of his eye said impatiently.

"Shut up!" another black-clothed martial artist said coldly: "The second family master is in a bad mood now, if he hears this, you will wait for death!"

The warrior with a mole in the corner of his eye looked cold, and took a sip of tea in the cup hatefully: "Damn, let's wait here, don't let me find that kid, otherwise, I will definitely let him live as well as die." ”

At this moment, at the top of the staircase, a warrior dressed in white and carrying a hat slowly came and stopped in front of the two.

"Something?" The warrior with a mole in the corner of his eye frowned, he was in a bad mood now.

"I have a question for you. Yun Yang smiled and removed the hat from his head.

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. "The martial artist with a mole in the corner of his eye is very impatient, and he doesn't even look at Yunyang.

And the black-clothed warrior opposite him, after seeing the face under the hat, was slightly stunned at first, and then his color changed wildly.

At this moment, Yun Yang smiled and said, "I want to ask, why do you make me worse than dead?"