The old man was destined to go to hell with a mystery, because when he slapped Lin Fan with a palm, the other party obviously had no weapon in his hand, but when did this spear run into the other party's hand.

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth crossed a cold smile, this martial artist who was over half a hundred years old was just a third-rate martial artist, and he didn't have much strength at all.

When the other party was less than two meters away from him, Lin Fan's heart moved, and the spear appeared in his hand, so that the old man couldn't reflect it, and instantly pierced his chest.

Whew!

Two more figures flew over, both of them were guests raised by the palace, the two looked at each other, somewhat vigilant, and then the two attacked Lin Fan.

Because Wanyan Honglie was assassinated first, he broke out in a cold sweat, and then the palace was set on fire again, Wanyan Honglie was furious, and he ordered to go down, as long as anyone caught the assassin.

10,000 taels of gold and 100 acres of fertile land.

Under such a huge temptation, even though the two martial artists saw that the martial artist who was also a guest with them was dead, they didn't want to make a move on Lin Fan.

If they can win Lin Fan, they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

But the idea is good, the reality is cruel.

The two half-hung warriors, in Lin Fan's hands, couldn't make a move, the bright spear tip slashed through the air with two silver lights, the two warriors trembled, their necks were cut one after another than the tip of the spear, spurting blood.

The two bodies then slowly fell to the ground.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows" someone shouted in the distance.

Seeing that none of the guests in the palace were the enemies of the assassins, they didn't dare to come over, so they could only release cold arrows in the distance.

Whoosh!

One arrow after another pierced through the dark space, and with an overwhelming cold air, Lin Fan stabbed out his spear and spun wildly.

Jingle Bell!

One arrow after another was shot down by the spear, and there were bursts of sparks.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Lin Fan saw a few black shadows flickering over, and immediately understood that this place could not stay for a long time, and he had to leave here if he started his light work.

"Where to escape, eat my palm" The deep voice sounded in Lin Fan's ears, and Lin Fan saw a figure rolling rapidly in the air, and slapped at him with a palm.

Hesitating closely, Lin Fan saw this person's appearance clearly, he was spotless in white, his face was handsome, his appearance was dignified, his face was like a knife, his eyes were like eagle falcons, and there was a faint sharp light.

Especially the terrifying momentum emanating from his body made Lin Fan's eyes slightly dark.

The momentum of this person in front of him is no less than Yang Kang, or even above Yang Kang.

Such a handsome person, so young, and so high in martial arts, Lin Fan's mind was in a hurry, and he suddenly thought of a terrifying figure.

Ouyang Ke!

Ouyang Ke, as Ouyang Feng's son, inherited Ouyang Feng's skills, and his strength was extremely strong, Lin Fan didn't dare to be careless.

Seeing Ouyang Ke sent it with one palm, the terrifying power contained in that palm made Lin Fan's heart frightened, Lin Fan raised his hand, and also gathered a touch of true qi.

Directly confronted Ouyang Ke with a palm.

Boom!

The two strong palms collided, and an incomparably powerful wind erupted, blowing the clothes and hair of the two of them fluttering, Lin Fan's body flew out upside down, and just when it seemed that Lin Fan was about to fall to the ground again, Lin Fan's body twisted in mid-air, stabilized his body, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Ouyang Ke saw Lin Fan disappear, and a solemn meaning flashed in his proud eyes, this person was so young, and his martial arts were not inferior to him.

Of course, Ouyang Ke understood that it was not his own palm that shook the other party away, but the other party used his own shock power to leave this place, and the truth was as he thought.

The other party didn't have anything to do and flew away.

In a breath, several figures fell to Ouyang Ke's side, a total of three people, a middle-aged one-eyed dragon, a white old man, and a middle-aged man wearing Dalai clothes.

These three people are the Thousand People Tu Peng Lianhu, the old monster Liang Ziweng, and the master of Tantric Buddhism.

One of Peng Lianhu's eyes was shot by Huang Rong, and at this moment, his remaining eye widened: "Lord Ouyang, even you didn't keep this person."

Because last time their five masters teamed up, they all lost to Ouyang Ke, and they were convinced to lose, and they were willing to call Ouyang Ke Lord Ouyang.

Ouyang Ke nodded.

The faces of the three of them became serious, no wonder this person dared to break into the palace alone, it turned out that the kung fu was so good, they had learned Ouyang Ke's power.

Anyone who faced Ouyang Ke alone would not be able to make ten moves.

Ouyang Ke said: "This person's kung fu is not under me."

Liang Ziweng asked, "Lord Ouyang, can you see the assassin's face clearly, who it is?"

Ouyang Ke shook his head and said, "I don't know, this person is extremely unfamiliar, and he should rarely walk in the rivers and lakes."

The Master sighed, "It seems that there are still some hidden masters in the entire rivers and lakes."

While a few people were talking, Wanyan Honglie hurried over with a team of Praetorian Guards and asked, "Mr. Ouyang, the assassin has been taken."

"No," Ouyang Ke shook his head.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Wanyan Honglie's eyes, so many people didn't take down an assassin, what's the use of raising them, but these words are just thinking about it in my heart.

Wanyan Honglie said to a few pro-soldiers: "You guys quickly enter the room to take orders and see what you have lost."

Soon, several of the soldiers entered the room.

After Yan Honglie prayed, the assassin was just a person, he couldn't take much with him, and at most he would lose a little money, which was no big deal.

"Report, Lord Wang..." A pro-soldier ran out quickly, not daring to finish reading Yan Honglie.

"Tell me the truth," Wan Yan Honglie said with a wave of his hand.

The pro-soldier said in a trembling voice: "Lord Wang, there are a total of twenty boxes of silver in stock, and they are all gone."

Wanyan Honglie's footsteps shook for a while, and he asked uncertainly, "What did you say..".

Before the pro-soldier could speak, one of the pro-soldiers inside ran out and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Wang, there are fifty boxes of silver tickets in stock, a total of 20 million silver tickets, all of which have been cut into paper."

Wanyan Honglie felt that his eyes were dark.

"Lord Wang, all the high-grade weapons you have collected have been damaged to varying degrees."

"Lord Wang, twenty boxes of gold in the dark room are missing"

"Lord Wang, thirty boxes of precious medicinal materials are missing"

One by one, the soldiers came out and said to Wan Yan Honglie, and they didn't dare to finish reading Yan Honglie, because the loss of the palace was too heavy.

Wanyan Honglie heard these news, and saw that the more the pro-soldiers talked, the more outrageous they became, and looked at the pro-soldiers kneeling in front of him and were furious: "You guys are talking nonsense."

Wanyan Honglie didn't believe it at all, how did the other party get so many things, let alone one assassin, even if it was ten assassins or a hundred assassins, it would be impossible to move away.

"Lord Wang, we didn't lie to you," the soldiers knelt on the ground and said in unison.

Wan Yan Honglie rushed in frantically, and when he saw that the ground was full of silver tickets and paper chips, he was stunned, and then ran into the dark room, empty, and the gold and precious medicinal materials that he had collected for many years were really gone.

Poof!

Wanyan Honglie vomited blood, felt that it was dark in front of him, and then passed out.