It is strong and majestic, and the fierce spirit is not the same as that of mortal beasts!

The young man's momentum changed from a docile scholar to a colorful tiger, causing the spring rain to seem to be stagnant and cracking!

The big man who covered the red scarf suddenly felt a sense of suffocation in his heart!

He seemed to hear a tiger roar, and the king of beasts stood on the top of the forest, his eyebrows widened, and his roar was like thunder, and the big man was dizzy.

The young man's movements were like a tiger pounced, and he slapped away his fist, and then a palm came and smashed into his chest, a huge force made the big man's pupils constrict, his chest instantly sunken, and the sound of rib breaking was like a burst of beads.

His entire body, suddenly, shot backwards faster than he could run, and smashed to the ground, his back rubbing against the ground, and the water accumulated by the spring rain was swept away.

With just one move, the extremely fierce man was crushed to the ground, unable to move!

In the alley, the sinister smile on the faces of the two remaining big men disappeared.

"Cultivator?!"

Their lips pursed, and their angry voices exploded in disbelief!

"Liu Qingyan, the old puppeteer, I'll wait! Isn't it just an ordinary junior artist? How did you become a cultivator?! ”

"Let's wait for ordinary thugs to kill cultivators, this is to send us to death?!"

The two big men were shocked and angry, and a desperate chill enveloped their hearts.

Between the streets and alleys, the wailing of the red scarf man is lingering, very miserable, An Le's move just now is a tiger style, the qi and blood are running, the strength is self-generated, and the strength is more than five times that of ordinary people!

almost slapped the red scarf man and broke his heart and died!

The reason why a cultivator's status is respected is because once he sets foot in cultivation, it is a qualitative transformation, his physique and reaction speed are greatly improved, and the strength of the forging martial artist in the realm of qi and blood is enough to beat any ordinary man in the prime of life!

These gang thugs are naturally not cultivators, and if they are cultivators, they cannot be reduced to thugs, not to mention the subsidies given by the imperial court, just the earning power of the cultivators, and they do not disdain to be reduced to cheap gang thugs.

An Le held the oil-paper umbrella, the spring rain gradually became rapid, falling like a jewel, jumping on the umbrella, he frowned slightly, staring at the suddenly panicked big man in front of him.

"In broad daylight, you are going to break the hands of a man who lifts his hands?"

I was surprised, annoyed, and a little chilled.

It was also the first time for him to feel that there was such a dirt buried under this glamorous Lin'an Mansion.

He asked himself if he didn't offend anyone, after coming to Lin'an Mansion, in addition to going to the edge of the West Lake, watching the women's sword fairy Oiran, and the ethereal Linchen, he did everything in a proper manner and abided by the law.

But why did he still provoke a malicious attack?

Someone paid these people to break his hands?

Breaking his hands is equivalent to cutting off his future, there is no chance for the imperial examination, and he is incompetent in painting, and his future will be dark!

Who will it be?

Countless doubts flooded in.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, An Le thought about it, slowly walked out with an umbrella, and walked towards the two big men in the alley.

The two people in the alley, although they were cold, had no way to retreat at the moment.

When they learned that An Le was not only a cultivator, but also a person who was raised in the court, they even had the intention of killing Liu Qingyan, such a person was also something they could provoke?

Even if they were lucky enough to break An Le's hand, how would they deal with the next anger of the court?

However, these gang thugs who licked blood on the tip of the knife had no intention of fighting with An Le at the moment, An Le was a cultivator, even if they fought to the death and wanted to win, the chance of winning was extremely slim, it was better to run away.

The two big men scattered and fled, and whoever could escape had their own destiny.

An Le didn't intend to let go of anyone, his pace quickened, and he rushed forward with the tiger of the five birds forging his body, approaching a big man, holding an oil-paper umbrella, suddenly gathered, and gently handed it out like a stabbing sword, visualizing the mental attachment of the sword waterfall diagram, and the paper umbrella was like a sword.

An umbrella was pressed against the big man's chest, the qi was transmitted, the rushing big man stared at the blood, his back bulged, and the strength exploded into a ring, and his body flew upside down to the ground, setting off a mess all over the ground.

Shake off the water stains, the spring rain shawl, An Le's body is running with qi and blood, the hot flow evaporates the rainwater, and the mist is slightly white.

Facing another escapee, he threw out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Instantly!

The oil-paper umbrella roared out, as if it had turned into a flying sword across the sword, and with the blessing of the sword dancer Dao Guo, this oil-paper umbrella was wrapped in qi and blood strength, directly hitting the fleeing thug, and the tip of the umbrella poked the opponent's flesh and blood, crushing it to the ground.

Three wails, one after the other.

On this day, An Le finally understood the gap between cultivators and ordinary Jianghu people...... Like a goshawk soaring for nine days, the distance between it and the ants of heaven and earth.

An Le was drenched in the spring rain, turned around slowly, looked at the three big men, and asked again.

"Who sent you?"

……

……

On the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

Liu Qingyan was stunned, the celadon cup in his hand was not pinched, and it fell on the table, and the expensive drunken glow in the cup was sprinkled all over the table.

"Ascetic...... Is this Ann Le a practitioner?! ”

Liu Qingyan's hairs stood on end.

The information given by Mr. Luo is wrong!

An Le is a cultivator, why hasn't it been mentioned in the intelligence for such important information?!

If he knew that An Le was a cultivator, he would never dare to send thugs to commit murder, wouldn't that be looking for death?!

Or ...... All this is Mr. Luo's calculations?

"It's over, Mr. Luo hurt me!"

Liu Qingyan was extremely sad, he looked at the table full of good food and wine, but he couldn't eat and drink at all, and there was a dead end in front of him.

In a hurry, he settled dozens of taels of wine and food money, and hurriedly went downstairs, planning to leave the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, go back to pack his bags and run away, although he was reluctant to work hard in Lin'an Mansion for so many years, he could live a nourishing foundation, but his life was still important!

However, as soon as he left the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, a familiar and luxurious carriage stopped at the door.

The curtain was lifted, and on the carriage window, the man's cold face was presented high.

"Mr. Luo, why didn't the information you gave mention that this An Le is a cultivator?!"

Seeing Mr. Luo, Liu Qingyan was depressed and blurted out, as if questioning.

On the carriage, Mr. Luo's cold face suddenly bloomed with a smile in the spring rain.

"You've messed up again."

"You didn't succeed in either of those things."

Mr. Luo's smile was like a warm spring day, but Liu Qingyan felt as cold as falling into an ice well.

He recalled his questioning and wanted to slap him in the face.

What are you? Dare to question Mr. Luo too?!

"You sent someone to attack and kill a person with a meritorious reputation, and you are still a cultivator, once the court asks for the crime, you can't escape, take the initiative to surrender, and you can still be punished lightly, after all, you are doing things for Young Master Qin, and you will protect you."

Mr. Luo said lightly, then let go, and the curtain fell.

Is his information wrong?

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, he met with An Le before, and he noticed that An Le had succeeded in refining his gods, and he set foot in the meditation, but ......

It's just a matter of entering the determination, not forging the body, only with the mental power of the mind that has just entered the concentration, if the thugs of the rivers and lakes are desperate and desperate, the result of Anle is still to be interrupted.

Mr. Kolo never imagined that this young man would ...... In one night, starting from scratch, he opened up his qi and blood without warning, and stepped into the first realm of forging martial arts.

It is quite rare to open up qi and blood overnight, and the talent is also extraordinary.

He made a mistake, but it was not a big problem, and even Mr. Luo became more and more interested in this young man's move.

Liu Qingyan, who was outside the carriage, heard this, but he showed a touch of joy, Mr. Luo said that Young Master Qin would protect him?

That's stable, in Lin'an Mansion, isn't it easy for Qin Shaogongzi's power to protect him as a painter? Even if he had a lot of murders in his hands before, it was only a matter of one sentence for Young Master Qin to protect him.

"Thank you Mr. Luo for your advice, then the old man will go to the yamen and surrender himself."

Liu Qingyan's face was uncertain, he thought for a moment, and shook deeply towards the carriage.

The luxurious carriage was silent, and no longer paid attention to Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan raised his head, the rain wet his beard, the corners of his lips twitched, and then, he turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the yamen, and after walking a few steps, he began to run rapidly, the speed became faster and faster, and the direction was also a little off.

Will Young Master Qin protect him?

What about the liar?!

Will you believe this, Mr. Luo?

Liu Qingyan didn't believe it, he had to escape! Escape from Lin'an Mansion and live incognito!

On the long street, the messy old painter ran wildly, and the sound of the soles of his feet trampling on the stagnant water kept splashing.

Syllable!

There was a sudden muffled sound.

The body of the old painter suddenly separated, and a head was thrown high, accompanied by the sprayed blood, intertwined with the spring rain, like a landscape splashing ink.

The spring rain is falling in a fine manner.

In front of the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

The carriage stood still, the breeze of the rain blew the curtain and rolled slightly, and a figure sat in it, with a small sword floating with blood in his hand.

Long.

The wheel hub crushed the stagnant water in the cracks of the green bricks, and drove slowly towards Jingjie.