Qi Zhi didn't follow, but groped around the corpses on the ground.

"Haha, get rich. ”

Qi Zhi took out a heavy money bag and was excited. Tasting the sweetness, he groped harder and harder, not letting go of any black-clothed house slave.

At this moment, he had completely left Yang Han and the others behind.

The deep and dark streets seem to have no end.

A group of black-clothed house slaves walked in the front with torches, Yang Han dragged a white-boned mace in the middle, and Liu Rou and Jian Shu lagged behind.

The cold wind is blowing.

The entire town of Changfeng is terrifyingly silent.

Except for them, Yang Han couldn't feel a trace of the breath of a living person at all.

Where are all the people in Changfeng Town?

No matter how big the Qiao family is, it can't fit the people of a town in Changfeng Town.

Yang Han's brows furrowed slightly.

Walking around a corner, suddenly the lights were on again.

In front of it is a square with a radius of 50 zhang, and in front of the square is a magnificent courtyard.

A lacquered gold plaque, shining with a blood-red luster under the light of torches, has the word Qiaofu written on it.

Thundered.

The heavy doors of Qiao's Mansion opened from the inside.

Yang Han originally thought that there would be a team of elite men and horses slowly coming out from behind the gate of Qiao's Mansion to greet them, but there was only one person and one horse.

The person who came was a man in a fancy costume, with a face like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows were raised.

The appearance of the man in the fancy costume looks very young, definitely no more than thirty years old.

Yang Han fixed his eyes and saw that this person's appearance was very similar to Qiao Feihu before.

At this time, there was no need for the man in Chinese clothes to report his name, Yang Han had already guessed his specific identity in his heart.

Not surprisingly, this person is Qiao Feihu's brother, Qiao Feilong!

Qiao Feilong was draped in a strong body, held a sharp hand in his hand, sat down and rode a vigorous and mighty swallow horse, and came slowly.

A group of black-clothed house slaves who were killed by Yang Han to the point of fear, saw the heroic Qiao Feilong riding out of Qiao's mansion, and their eyes finally showed a trace of calmness.

As soon as Qiao Feilong came out, Yang Han would definitely die.

It's good to have a backer!

A group of black-clothed house slaves couldn't help but feel at ease.

"Young Master Feilong, this person is from the Canglan Academy, and his methods are extremely powerful. We couldn't stop him, but let him kill many of our brothers. ”

A black-clothed house slave stepped forward, half-knelt in front of Qiao Feilong's stepping horse, and gritted his teeth.

"Why aren't you dead?"

Qiao Feilong didn't even glance at the black-clothed house slave, and asked coldly.

The black-clothed house slave was stunned, obviously not expecting Qiao Feilong to ask him such a rhetorical question. For a while, he didn't know how to answer this question, so he couldn't tell the truth.

The black-clothed house slave lowered his head and thought hard about what Qiao Feilong meant by this.

However, this black-clothed house slave is completely self-inflicted.

In fact, he didn't have to think too much about it at all, because Qiao Feilong didn't expect him to answer at all.

Burst!

I saw Qiao Feilong sitting on the swallow horse, his eyes looking straight ahead, but the spear in his hand was suddenly poking down.

The spear was incomparably sharp, and it was inserted into a person's body, like piercing a piece of tofu, and it was easy to poke the black-clothed slave who was half-kneeling in front of the swallow horse.

The black-clothed house slave held the spear in both hands, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Qiao Feilong in disbelief.

He couldn't understand why he died at the hands of Qiao Feilong in the end.

He had come to ask Qiao Feilong for help.

Qiao Feilong raised his spear and picked the black-clothed slave who had died in mid-air, only to see him say with a cold look in his eyes: "Without my permission, no one is allowed to step into Changfeng Town for half a step." Violators will be killed. ”

Whoa!

When the words fell, the spear in Qiao Feilong's hand shook violently.

The black-clothed house slave who was provoked by the spear suddenly cracked through it, blood rained down, and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

After doing all this, Qiao Feilong did not stop, and the spears in his hands stabbed out one after another.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

......

A group of black-clothed house slaves were defenseless, and in the blink of an eye, they were all stabbed to death by Qiao Feilong.

Why?

They finally escaped from Yang Han's men, thinking that when they returned to the gate of Qiao's mansion, they would be completely safe.

The result was not what they expected.

They all turned out to be the ghosts of Qiao Feilong's guns.

Even though the black-clothed house slaves have lost their vitality, their stiff eyes are still full of unwillingness and incomprehension.

Yang Han watched Qiao Feilong's successive assassinations, a glint flashed in his eyes, he wouldn't believe Qiao Feilong's previous lame reason.

Yang Han killed decisively.

It's because if these people don't agree with each other, they will kill him, Liu Rou and others.

And these black-clothed house slaves are all the Qiao family's own people.

If Qiao Feilong wants to make an example, a black-clothed house slave is enough.

But he didn't leave any of them, and killed them all.

Qiao Feilong was too decisive in killing, even two points more decisive than Yang Han.

Wrong!

Something is wrong!

Yang Han's brows furrowed.

He thought of a possibility.

Unless these black-clothed house slaves have completely lost their use value.

Only in this way can it be explained why Qiao Feilong acted decisively and killed them all.

After Qiao Feilong finished killing the black-clothed house slave, his cold gaze swept lightly from Jian Shu's body.

In the end, he looked at Yang Han and said, "When you kill my brother, you should go away and fly high." Back in Changfeng Town, you will all die under my gun and become a weeping ghost. ”

Qiao Feihu went to hunt down Jian Shu, but now Jian Shu appeared in front of him safe and sound.

Qiao Feilong didn't have to guess, he knew what happened to Qiao Feihu.

"Since we are all going to die, you might as well be generous, and let us be a ghost before we die. ”

Yang Han pestled the white bone mace on the ground and said indifferently.

"Condensation is the third weight. It looks like you killed my brother. ”

Qiao Feilong stared at Yang Han, and a killing intent like a substance shot out of his eyes.

The reason why he was so sure was because Qiao Feilong knew that Qiao Feihu had a black-clothed house slave beside him, and his strength was extraordinary.

And Liu Rou and Jian Shu's strength can't move the black-clothed house slave.

Yang Han's eyes changed slightly.

What surprised Yang Han was that it was not Qiao Feilong who said it, it was he who killed Qiao Feihu.

It was Qiao Feilong who could actually see through his condensed cultivation realm at a glance. Qiao Feilong can do this, either Qiao Feilong is the same as him and the third level of Qi Condensation, or Qiao Feilong's Qi Condensation Determination realm is higher than him.

And Jian Shu had said before that Qiao Feilong was the second-most martial cultivator of Qi Condensation.

Now, Qiao Feilong's realm has broken through!

And this is not what Yang Han is most worried about.

Since Qiao Feilong can break through, what about the head of the Qiao family?

Will Qiao Xingmen also break through?

The reason why Yang Han was so confident in entering Changfeng Town was because the Contribution Pavilion of the Canglan Academy characterized this mission as a Xuan-level mission.

For Xuan-level missions, at least one intermediate-level student is required.

Yang Han is not arrogant, but if he explodes with all his strength, his strength will not be inferior to that of ordinary intermediate students.

But I am not afraid of 10,000 in everything, but I am afraid of what happens.

The difficulty level of the task subdivided by the Contribution Pavilion rarely deviates. But if there is really a deviation, then you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Yang Han secretly said that this time he was afraid that he was going to admit that he was unlucky.

"Since you want to know so much about what's going on in Changfeng Town, go ask my brother. ”

Qiao Feilong shouted angrily, raised his spear, stomped on Yan Ju with his legs, and rushed towards Yang Han.

"Stand back!"

Yang Han burst into a shout, and the white-bone mace danced, facing Qiao Feilong alone.

Disheveled!

Woo!

Under the blow, Yang Han's figure exploded back.

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