(Standing on the street, Fang Tian looked at Yang Qianming with a puzzled expression and asked, "Qianming, what do you mean by this, why didn't you let me ask him to understand, but pulled me out of the courtyard?"

Seeing Fang Tianxiang ask, Yang Qianming smiled indifferently, and then explained slowly under the former's puzzled gaze: "It's difficult for you to ask something so directly, don't you see his resolute attitude of not spitting?"

Seeing Fang Tian nodding thoughtfully, Yang Qianming raised his hand slightly to support his bangs that were blown up by a breeze, and then bared his teeth and said: "We will wait outside here tonight, and wait until late at night to ask each other, if he still has such a tough attitude,"

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was leaking murderous aura, Fang Tian's lips trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you want to?"

"That's right, soft can't do it, you can only come to the hard one! This matter is very important, and I don't want to wronged anyone, but I will not let anyone go either. Yang Qianming's eyes flashed with murderous aura, and his tone was cold and made people feel like falling into an ice cave.

The day passed quickly, and the dark night reflected the entire Qinglong City very deliciously.

Even at night, the center of the city is not quiet, but many people go out of their homes and into the streets.

If there was no such heavy task, Yang Qianming would of course join these people.

However, such a burden prompted him not to do this, only after all this was resolved, Yang Qianming could land the boulder in his heart safely.

"That's the master!" Fang Tian said with a look of surprise as he looked at the figure who was hurrying towards the Kaben Mansion.

Seeing this, Yang Qianming was also secretly shocked in his heart, glanced at Fang Tian, and asked in a deep voice, "Is she Hongyanru?"

Hearing Yang Qianming's question, Fang Tian turned around slightly and nodded awkwardly, "Yes, yes." ”

It's just that Fang Tian is not embarrassed, he has always sworn and frankly promised that Hongyanru was not a murderer, but was wronged.

And now, at such a sensitive time, Hong Yanru actually came to Carbon's mansion alone in the middle of the night.

Although Fang Tian still refused to believe that Hong Yanru really had anything to do with Carben, he couldn't say anything in the face of Yang Qianming's inquiring and suspicious eyes.

It could be seen that Fang Tian was nervous and excited, and Yang Qianming naturally knew that the truth of the matter was often not what he saw, and everything still needed to be carefully researched before he could reach a conclusion.

"So young. In order to make Fang Tian not so nervous, Yang Qianming tried to say such a sentence with a smile.

Fang Tian didn't react for a long time, and it wasn't until he understood the meaning of his words that he smiled bitterly: "Of course, after reaching the realm of the Holy King,"

"She's so late, what are you doing here?" Yang Qianming finally asked the doubts in his heart, but when he realized that Fang Tian, who had been with him, was impossible to know, he patted his head and blamed himself: "Alas, my head is getting worse and worse, how can you know." ”

In this regard, Fang Tian was only silent, he didn't know what Hongyan was doing like this, if it really had anything to do with Yang Qianming's father-killing enemy, Fang Tian also didn't know how to deal with the master-apprentice relationship with Hongyanru, and the relationship with Yang Qianming's fellow disciples.

Just when the two of them were guessing separately, Hongyanru was like the shadow in a red gauze skirt, and she had already stepped into the courtyard.

"You, why are you here?" Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Carben thought that the two boys had gone and returned during the day, so he hurriedly walked out of the house to be expelled again, but he didn't expect to see that it was his old friend.

Seeing the confusion on Kaben's face and the strange words he asked, his red face flashed like beautiful eyes, and his voice was like water, and he asked, "What do you mean by this? Didn't you ask the little guy to come to the trial court to bring it to me?

After hearing this, Kaben's face changed drastically, and he already knew that something was wrong.

"Kill!" At this moment, there was a shout of killing at the outer door.

Then countless black figures emerged from beyond the courtyard walls, their blades shining with a piercing chill under the moonlight.

Looking at this scene, no matter how stupid he was, Carbon knew what was going on.

"Yan Ru, this matter has nothing to do with you, retreat quickly!" Kaben looked at the puzzled Hong Yanru, and hurriedly threw out a few defensive arrays and put them on Hong Yanru's body.

Strengthened by the defensive array, Hong Yanru's defense was strongly strengthened, and a man in black who respected the strength of the saint watched the long sword stab into Hong Yanru's heart.

But in the end, it was blocked by a transparent light curtain, and the man in black had to raise his long sword and retreat quickly.

The reason is nothing more than because Hong Yanru's strength is too strong, in the face of a Saint King powerhouse, but a black-clothed man with Saint Strength, how dare he not shoot a shot to change places.

If such tactics are really not applied, then the fate that awaits these men in black is nothing more than death.

Under the siege of countless men in black, the various magic circle scrolls that Carben carried with him had been exhausted.

Hong Yanru also couldn't get out under layers of siege, so she had to wave her sleeves and continue to harvest the lives of the black-clothed people around her.

However, Yang Qianming and Fang Tian, who were outside the hospital, were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The battle in there can definitely be called a duel between the strongest and strongest that Yang Qianming has ever seen.

You must know that the weakest man in black also has the strength of the Saint, and now Yang Qianming is only the peak of the Emperor Saint, and he is still far from the point of Honoring the Saint.

You must know that the road of cultivation and cultivation, the more you follow, the more bumpy it will be.

"No, I'm going to help the master!" Fang Tian looked at the originally red gauze skirt on Hong Yanru's body, which was now even more blood-red, and then got up and said in a deep voice.

Unexpectedly, Fang Tian was just about to get up and fly away, but he was held down by Yang Qianming behind him, and vetoed: "No! This kind of battle, do you think it will be the two of us who can intervene? If you go up, not only will you not be able to help your master, maybe you will also distract her, and you must know better than me what the consequences are." ”

Fang Cai Fang Tian was just impulsive, but now after hearing Yang Qianming's warning, his impulsive mood gradually calmed down after thinking about it carefully.

"These people are coming to Kaben, and Kaben can't support it for long under the layers of key care, I think these people must have something to do with my father's death. Yang Qianming thought secretly in his heart, so he decided to rescue Kaben, otherwise the truth would be cut off here.

As long as Yang Qianming saves Carben, then everything will naturally come to light.

On the other hand, if Carben died, the clues that Yang Qianming could find would be interrupted again.

Yang Qianming is not an idiot, and of course he will not be confused by the former's blame-making methods.

Since then, Yang Qianming has already had an answer in his heart as to why Hongyanru appeared here.

This is nothing more than the enemy's trick to confuse him, in order to kill Carben, so that Yang Qianming will misunderstand that he is the murderer of his father Yang Tiejun.

"It's a good thing to blame, if it weren't for Fang Tian's reminder and help, maybe at this moment, I still feel that Hongyanru is the enemy who killed my father. While Yang Qianming thought so in his heart, he also hated this father-killing enemy even more, and he really reached the point where he could eat his flesh raw and drink his blood.

"Hehe, since there is anger in your heart, how can you not release it?" Yang Qianming's sea of consciousness suddenly heard the voice of the demon god.

Faced with the Demon God's sudden words, Yang Qianming was slightly stunned.

However, at this moment ... ［，！］

(, Yang Qianming felt that the power of the demon god in his whole body began to boil.)

"Just let me help you!Give full play to the Devouring Little Battle Intent to the strongest, you must know that these people in front of you are your best tonic!" the Demon God said softly, as if he regarded these powerful Saint Masters in front of him as something delicious.

Yang Qianming didn't have any doubts in the face of the Demon God's words, because at this moment he already felt that his devouring skill was already increasing at the speed of light.

For a long time, Yang Qianming used devouring to kill the enemy, and there were only a handful.

There is no other reason, but if you want to unleash Devour to fight the enemy, there are a lot of things such as the timing required, and the opportunity must be used close and unprepared.

To grasp this, Yang Qianming has always been in a novice state.

After all, there is no one to guide this devouring, and what Yang Qianming relies on is nothing more than his own comprehension.

From the words of the demon god, Yang Qianming was also surprised to learn that this devouring was actually a small battle intent on top of the battle intent.

Xiao Zhan Yi is actually no stranger to Yang Qianming now, because at this moment he has mastered an immortal nine turns.

Without extinguishing the power of the Nine Turns, Yang Qianming also has a deep understanding, the power of the small battle intent is naturally stronger than the battle intent and ordinary bone skills, and even Yang Qianming feels that it is not much better than his beast pill.

Just as Yang Qianming was thinking about it, he had already felt that his comprehension of Devouring Little Battle Intent had reached a completely new level, and his control over it had also reached an unprecedented surge.

"Alright, release your wrath! devour all these supplements, don't waste them, and don't waste your soul!" said the demon god, his voice disappearing again.

And he didn't care about this Yang Qianming, because at this moment he had already had an illusion that these black-clothed people in front of him would die under his devouring.

"Whoosh!"

Looking at the black shadow flashing beside him, Fang Tian was stunned in his heart, he didn't know why Yang Qianming was blocking him, but he suddenly rushed into the battle.

For Yang Qianming, who came suddenly, many black-clothed people in a state of desperate fighting, did not have any excessive reaction.

Because they had already sensed Yang Qianming's strength, for a young man who was not at the peak of the Emperor Saint, these Saint Honorable powerhouses would not care too much.

"Die!" No matter what, Yang Qianming couldn't let these black-clothed people kill Carben under his nose.

Coupled with his hatred for his father's murderer, Yang Qianming attributed all this to the black-clothed men in front of him, who were minions.

Countless coarser black tentacles quickly stretched out behind Yang Qianming, and then bound towards the black-clothed people around them at the speed of light.

It's just a lightning kung fu, and many people in black who don't have time to guard against it have already been tied into zongzi by black tentacles. ［］