"What is this?" Hu Yang casually patted a cultivator on the shoulder.

"Old Man Yue, break through the Martial Saint!" the cultivator replied with great interest.

"Oh. Hu Yang nodded thoughtfully.

It turned out that someone broke through the Martial Saint!

In Vientiane, this is indeed something to be congratulated.

However, Hu Yang can clearly feel that behind the carnival streets, there is some kind of murderous motive hidden.

At the beginning, Hu Yang thought that the master of Jiuyang Tiandu had arrived and wanted to kill him. However, he quickly confirmed that the other party was not coming for him. They have additional kill targets.

There is nothing to do left and right, and idleness is idle, and Populus euphratica simply takes the initiative to cause trouble. Anyway, in the territory of Vientiane, he is the boss of the bosses. He casually walked up to an "assassin", pressed his shoulder, and said bluntly: "Ahem, brother, who is your target today's assassination?

The cultivator was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that his identity would actually be revealed.

They were indeed assembled in White Lake City to assassinate an important person. This is highly classified. He reflexively said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Hu Yang smiled and said, "Cough, brother, when I was doing this business, you were still breastfeeding!"

That cultivator subconsciously wanted to break free from Populus euphratica's control.

However, one of Hu Yang's hands held him down like an iron pincer.

No matter how hard he struggled, it didn't have the slightest effect. On the contrary, the more he struggled, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Hu Yang's hand was not his shoulder at all, but his star soul. The more he struggled, the tighter the Star Soul was bound. The Star Soul can't function, and of course it doesn't have any ability.

At this time, the other "assassins" around had already realized that the situation was wrong. They quietly surrounded their companions.

None of them knew how poplar came out. But, apparently, he is a dangerous person.

The vast majority of assassins are the cultivation of the Martial Emperor or the Martial Emperor.

The two most powerful of them were the Peak Martial Emperors.

They outflanked the poplars from left to right.

"What do you want to do?" said Hu Yang looked at them with a smile.

"What are you going to do?" the cultivator on the left asked in a deep voice.

"My idle egg hurts, ask what you are doing. Hu Yang said casually.

"You!" the Assassins were so angry that they vomited blood on the spot.

Just because the idle egg hurts, you have to interfere in other people's affairs?

Is this guy brainless or crazy?

Didn't he know the serious consequences of doing so?

"Hey, which one do you want to assassinate?" asked Hu Yang boredly.

"What's the matter with you?" the cultivator on the left shouted impatiently.

"Of course it's my business!" Hu Yang said solemnly.

"If you want to kill a target, I don't want him to die, you're trying in vain. ”

"On the other hand, if it's the target you want to kill, it's something I don't like. Well, I might be able to help. ”

The cultivator on the left said angrily, "Where the hell did you come from, what the hell do you want to do?"

Hu Yang smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you worried that I will go to the whistleblower?"

The cultivator on the right said angrily, "Which force do you belong to?"

Hu Yang tilted his head and thought about it, and said noncommittally: "I don't know how the Temple of Light in the Dragon Turtle Territory is......"

The cultivator on the left immediately frowned, and said preconceptively, "It turns out that you are a member of the Bright Temple! However, our Seven-Colored Hell has nothing to do with your Bright Temple!"

The cultivator on the right was also displeased and said, "That's right, what are you people from the Bright Temple doing when you interfere in the affairs of our Seven Colors Hell?"

Hu Yang shrugged, spread his hands, and said very honestly: "I said, my idle egg hurts." ”

Once again, the Assassins of the Seven Colors of Hell were half angry.

They've seen boring, they've never seen anything so boring.

If Populus Hu wasn't from the Temple of Light, they would have done it a long time ago.

Those who dare to provoke the seven-colored hell must be mentally prepared to be crushed...... This is the real egg pain.

However, they did not dare to do it lightly. They instinctively felt that Populus euphratica was not easy to deal with. Such a young junior Martial Emperor was definitely not an ordinary cultivator. Who knows what important person he was in the Temple of Light?

"Our Seven-Colored Hell and your Temple of Light have always been well water and not river water, so don't cross it here!" said the cultivator on the left smugly, "I hope you don't bother us again!"

"That's right, we don't want to provoke your Light Temple! However, you don't want to provoke our Seven-Colored Hell either!" said the cultivator on the right.

"What if I have to provoke you?" said Hu Yang with a grin, "will you beat me?"

"We're going to kill you!" shouted angrily from the cultivator on the left.

"If you don't believe it, just wait and see!" The cultivator on the right also stretched his face.

"Those sisters you left in the Langya Palace, I'm afraid there will be some trouble......" Hu Yang suddenly changed his words and said meaningfully.

"Langya Palace...... What are you talking nonsense?" The cultivator on the left suddenly changed his face drastically.

"Have you gone to the Langya Palace?" The cultivator on the right also had a very ugly face.

The other assassins around him also had very strange faces, as if they were very anxious and frightened.

"What's the matter, haven't they asked you for help?" Hu Yang nodded thoughtfully, and said to himself, "Could it be that I shot too hard and killed them all?"

"You, you, what the hell have you done to them, what are they doing to you?" the cultivator on the right was visibly furious.

"I thought it was haunted!" said Hu Yang lightly.

"Fuck you!" the cultivator on the right was furious.

"Why are you so angry?" said Hu Yang unhurriedly, "Who are they?"

"They are the people of the Seven-Colored Hell!" said the cultivator on the right angrily.

"They are temporarily stored in the ruins of the Langya Palace!" the cultivator on the left was more composed.

"Why?" Hu Yang said slowly, not feeling that he had done anything wrong, "why are they hiding in the ruins of the Langya Palace?"

"Because they were originally the ladies of the Langya Palace!" the cultivator on the right blurted out, "Their men have all been killed!"

"Oh, unjustly killed?" Hu Yang's mind immediately turned to the familiar passages of some film and television dramas.

"Of course they were unjustly killed! The murderer is Yue Zhongheng!" blurted out the cultivator on the right.

"Which one is Yue Zhongheng?" Hu Yang didn't react for a while.

"It's the city lord of White Lake City!"

"The protagonist of today's wedding feast?"

"That's right, it's him!"

"Oh, I see......"

Hu Yang nodded silently, feeling that he finally had something to do.

The famous city lord of Baihu City is actually the murderer who killed the Langya Wangfu family?

It seems that he is about to fabricate the position of independent inspector of the Temple of Light again.