The twenty guards who came with Wu Qingyuan were all martial arts strength, and there were two eighth-grade martial artists, who surrounded Fang Ping, just waiting for Wu Qingyuan to give an order, and they had to take action.

"Woohoo!"

The big black dog barked with bared teeth.

The xenomorph BMW squinted and didn't take it seriously.

"I'm going to help the second brother." Fang Ying, who saw the scene in the courtyard in the house, was really serious, and was about to kill with a long sword.

Li Rou stopped Xiao Nizi and shook her head seriously, although she was a woman, she also understood that going out at this time would only add to the chaos.

……

"What? In broad daylight, the son of the county lord is going to take advantage of the tricks and oppress the good? ”

Fang Ping, who was surrounded by heavy surrounding, asked disdainfully.

"Hugh is nonsense!" Wu Qingyuan snorted and shouted: "Obviously, you colluded with the bandits outside the city, brutalized the people, burned, killed and looted, and I came to arrest you today!" ”

"Do it, dare to resist, and you will abolish him."

A nine-rank guard took the lead and slammed his palm on Fang Ping's back.

The strange thing was that Fang Pingwen didn't move at all, but the Jiupin guard was shattered by a huge force, and his arm was also spasmed and twisted, and he flew out upside down with screams.

Fang Ping walked forward, and the two nine-rank guards who pounced on him were smashed in front of him, and they fell to the ground bleeding all over the ground, and several nine-rank guards who pounced one after another also ended up in general.

I didn't even see how Fang Ping made a move.

When the two eight-rank guards had solemn eyes, shouted angrily, pulled out steel knives back and forth, and slashed at Fang Ping's torso, Fang Ping bent his fingers slightly, and the long knives that were cut were overwhelmed and shattered into fragments, and the eight-rank guards holding the knife were broken into a hornet's nest by the fragmented blade fragments that penetrated the body. The other eight-rank guard's scalp was numb, and he stopped his body from trying to escape.

Fang Ping took an arrow step and crashed across Zhang Xu, and the moment the two bodies collided, it was like a big mountain crashing into a layer of papier-mâché house, Fang Ping was not in pain.

The eight-rank martial artist who could be hit had his bones broken for an unknown number of pieces, and his head was cracked and smashed against the courtyard wall, blasting out a big hole, and the aftermath fell on the courtyard wall next door outside the courtyard.

"You ......"

Wu Qingyuan changed color, and the record in the Yamen file was clear: Fang Ping, a person from the outer city, a poor generation of people, and an eight-rank martial artist.

Can an eight-rank martial artist be so violent?

There is only one explanation.

Fang Ping hid his cultivation.

"Damn it, colluding with bandits outside the city, and now refusing to admit guilt and violently resisting the law, don't you worry about the consequences?"

Wu Qingyuan shouted loudly.

"You believe it yourself." Fang Ping laughingly slapped away the last Jiupin guard who was still standing, and when he turned around, he said, "Do you know how my xenomorph BMW came from?" I can tell you, it's a secret. ”

Wu Qingyuan was stunned, he had a bad premonition, people who generally knew too many secrets were destined to not live long, and Fang Ping's terrifying combat power that erupted today gave him an unfathomable feeling: "...... Since it's a secret...... That's something you can't tell people, and I'm not that curious. ”

"." Fang Ping's killing power rose for a moment, and he didn't make a move.

If you want to kill the other party, it is as easy as stepping on a bed bug and pinching an ant to death, but Wu Qingyuan's father is a county magistrate in Shanyang County, an official of the imperial court, if Fang Ping kills Wu Qingyuan, it will cause a lot of trouble.

"Farewell." Wu Qingyuan walked out of the courtyard.

"Take your dog with you." Fang Ping reminded: "I can also help you." ”

Wu Qingyuan's eyes were about to split, and when he came, he was still dashing, rushing forward and hugging, walking on foot when he walked, and the carriage was stuffed with corpses.

Of the twenty guards, only three survived, and all of them were seriously injured and could not be healed in the short term.

"It's not over yet!" Wu Qingyuan swore secretly.

……

Tranquility was restored to the courtyard.

Fang Ping poured a bucket of well water and poured it on top of his head, washing away the bloody gas on his body.

"Second brother, are you okay?"

Fang Ying ran out of the room, the long sword in her hand clanging on the ground and rubbing metallic sounds.

"What can I do?" Fang Ping grinned, and used the topic to educate him: "See, in this world, only when my fists are hard can I turn evil into good fortune, if my fists are not hard enough, I will be trampled under my feet just now and caught in prison." ”

Li Rou, who happened to be out of the house, saw the picture of how Fang Ping educated her sister, she didn't open her mouth, she didn't open her mouth either, she didn't think about it so much, she could see her children grow up peacefully, but Fang Ping seemed to want to take Fang Ying to the martial arts along the way.

……

Ugly at the end of the day.

The moonlight is shining, and the shadow of the tree is magnified.

The bustle of the inner city during the day has become a kind of quiet and deserted.

Fang Ping opened the crack of the door, looked at his sleeping mother and sister, put on black clothes, covered his face scarf, and disappeared into the night in the form of a big man in black.

After a while, Fang Ping arrived outside the inner city mansion.

The government is very large, there are still officials standing guard in front of the vermilion gate, and the inside of the government is even more heavily guarded, the officials patrolling with torches, wave after wave, Fang Ping is like a transparent person, passing through several courtyards to the front of a separate courtyard in the depths of the palace.

In the candle-lit room, Wu Qingyuan was depressed, drinking wine with a gloomy face, and what happened during the day was like a dark cloud, which enveloped his heart inexorably.

As the son of the county prince, he has suffered such a nest there.

"A despicable pariah from an out-of-town city dares to oppose me! You wait for me, wait for me! ”

Wu Qingyuan shouted in a low voice and dropped his wine glass heavily.

"Childe, Lord County Cheng ordered you to go and interrogate." Suddenly there was a voice outside the door.

Wu Qingyuan frowned, his voice was a little unfamiliar, but after drinking some wine, he didn't think so much when he was angry, he got up and opened the door.

Boom!

The moment the door was opened, a gust of wind mixed with a large piece of lime powder pasted Wu Qingyuan's face.

"You ......"

Wu Qingyuan realized that something was wrong.

Fang Ping didn't say a word, he grabbed Wu Qingyuan's throat like lightning, and with a slight force, a corpse collapsed on the ground.

I'm afraid that until the moment he died, Wu Qingyuan didn't see clearly who killed him.

"Be a good person in the next life." Fang Ping walked away.

If you don't do it during the day, it is to avoid a series of troubles in the future, but it is different at night, Fang Ping came at night, and the county of Shanyang County suspected that Fang Ping had no real evidence.

Back in the small courtyard, Fang Ping took off his black clothes and face towel, and put them under the bluestone slab, and the dozen or so cloth bags hanging from his waist were bulging, and they were taken off and pressed under the bluestone slab.

"Cheap that guy, can I be a master of the four-grade marrow washing realm, and use lime powder to sneak attack and kill him, such an honor, who can match?"

Fang Ping said.

(End of chapter)