"This friend, Tsing Yi and the Tiger settle their personal grievances, and ask you to leave!" said the burly man of Tsing Yi Gate politely.

Yang Fan smiled and didn't speak, and then a middle-aged thin man with a gloomy face from the Tiger Gang said in an unkind tone: "Where is the wild boy from?

This guy is very polite, and seems to have decided that Yang Fan is the person from Tsing Yi Gate, otherwise how could he break through the guarded alley?

Yang Fan cracked his mouth and laughed even more happily: "You scolded me?"

After asking, he also pointed to his tall nose.

The cold man's eyes flashed with murderous insight, and he roared angrily: "It's you who scolds!

After speaking, he burst out with all his strength and raised the ghost head knife in his hand towards Yang Fan.

Bang!

The burly man of Tsing Yi Gate raised a spear sideways to block the cold man's big knife, and said angrily: "Wang Laosan, don't kill innocents indiscriminately, this little brother must be lost, let him leave!"

Looking at the appearance of this burly man, Yang Fan nodded, and had already made a decision in his heart.

So when Wang Laosan drew his knife and was about to cut again, Yang Fan moved, like a wisp of wind, breaking through the distance of dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, and appeared under his blade!

Before the burly man could react, he saw the ghost head knife in Wang Laosan's hand, which was famous for the square circle in the vicinity, slashed violently, and then was clamped by Yang Fan with his fingers, and it was lightly sandwiched between the two fingers, no matter how hard Wang Laosan tried, he couldn't pull it back.

Wang Laosan, gritted his teeth and exerted his strength to eat, but he couldn't pull out his ghost head knife, he only felt that the other party's two slender and slender fingers seemed to have roots, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake half a minute!

"Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill him! Wang Laosan, remember my appearance, go to hell and report to the god of death!" "Yang Fan is not a good man and a woman, he does not have the heart of a bodhisattva that the world often says, he only knows that Wang Laosan wants to kill him, it is very unreasonable to kill him, and it just so happens that he also needs an excuse to enter the underground forces of the imperial capital, so the Tiger Gang can only admit bad luck today and disappear forever before they can stop!

As his words fell, a burst of silver light rushed out of him, filling the entire alley in an instant.

The silver glow is like the moonlight, full of splendid beauty, and the breath in it is vast and profound, like a god descending into the world.

People shrouded in silver glow have two completely different feelings.

The people of Tsing Yi Sect only felt that the pores of their bodies were stretched, and streams of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi poured into their bodies at a speed of a hundred times faster than when they were usually cultivating, quickly recovering from their injuries.

The people of the Tiger Gang felt completely different, and the pores of their bodies were indeed dilated, but they did not absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but sprayed blood like rain outward.

Plop! Plop!

The people of Tsing Yi Sect suddenly felt like in a dream, feeling that a hundred years had passed, or in an instant, the silver glow retreated into the body of the cold young man in front of them like a tide, and what they saw in their eyes was that all the disciples of the Tiger Gang were killed, lying on the cold stone slab covered in blood.

Wang Laosan, the leader of the Tiger Gang, stared at the boss with big eyes, and died of blood in the gushing blood.

Swish!

Although it was their enemies who saw death, the people of Tsing Yi Sect couldn't help but retreat a few steps in unison, looking at Yang Fan who had been smiling in horror.

In their eyes, Yang Fan was like a devil from hell, with bloodlust, with death, with fear that made their hearts palpitate.

They are just some street gangsters, and the strongest people are only the warriors of the Guangwu Realm, although they are not afraid to kill, they have indeed cut off the heads of many people under their hands.

But none of them had ever seen such a strange and tragic scene, this was simply hell on earth, a slaughterhouse in the world, completely beyond their knowledge.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, as long as you surrender to me, I can let you go further and occupy a broader territory! Enjoy a better and more freewheeling life!" Yang Fan knew what they were afraid of, what they were afraid of was that they would make them a latecomer to the Tigers.

But he really didn't think about killing them, it was their kindness that saved him, and it was Yang Fan's plan that saved them.

If at the beginning, the people of Tsing Yi Sect were as arrogant and unreasonable as Wang Laosan, even if he wanted to find underground forces, he would not let them go, and he felt that there was no need for the wicked to exist in this world.

Although he is not a saint who judges all evil, although he has the blade of light that is exclusive to judgment, he still does not feel that he is the embodiment of light, a holy and righteous saint.

He just wants to live his life, whether it's a good ...... Or evil!

So he's going to take control of this Tsing Yi Gate until he accomplishes his purpose!

"I, Hua Tianlin, am willing to follow the adults!" The burly man reacted first and immediately knelt down.

He has the sharpest vision, knowing that the other party must be a strong man higher than the Guangwu Realm, if he doesn't want to die, if he doesn't want the entire Tsing Yi Gate to be buried with him, the best way is to surrender!

This world is respected by the strong, and the weak are attached to the strong, which is understandable, no one will laugh at such a choice, no one will ridicule it, and most people are made this choice.

For example, the scene of Tsing Yi Gate five years ago, it was this burly man who defeated the previous owner with strength and ascended to this throne symbolizing power, wealth and glory!

Everyone, led by the burly man, swore allegiance one after another.

Yang Fan smiled with satisfaction, and Yinhui rushed out again, sweeping away all the Tsing Yi Sect disciples, giving them endless benefits one by one!

The silver light retracted, and everyone showed a look of joy, the previous silver glow repaired their wounds, but this silver glow strengthened their strength.

"Take me to your headquarters, and then cultivate separately, I believe that in less than three days, you can all go to the next level!" Yang Fan walked out of the alley lightly, and everyone in Tsing Yi Sect immediately followed.

He didn't have the ability to directly improve their strength, but he had a way to replenish their Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and this time Shi Wei had already swelled everyone's Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to a critical point, so he wouldn't be able to say three days, and everyone would be very different!

The headquarters of Tsing Yi Gate is located in the Huangdu Rotten Flower Street.

The imperial capital is extremely vast, and even the old people who have lived in the imperial capital for a hundred years dare not say that they have traveled anywhere in the imperial capital, except for the imperial city, of course......

Even the warriors here don't dare to say that they can know all the roads, and many people's lives are only a few dozen streets.

But dozens of streets, less than one percent of the entire area of the imperial capital!

Someone once said that from the entrance of the imperial capital, it would take ten days to walk in a straight line to another entrance to the north of the city.

And if you want to follow the street to the north of the city, I am afraid it will take ten years......

This can be imagined, how big the imperial capital is. All the many people only dare to stay in their familiar places, in case they get lost and can't find their way home.

Rotten Flower Street is an obscure street, the street is ten meters wide, paved with solid blue stone slabs, there are two rows of green meadows on both sides of the road, and behind the meadow is the pavement facing the street.

Tsing Yi Gate is at the end of Rotten Flower Street, a wide courtyard, pedestrians walk here, all automatically retreat, but there is no fear in their eyes. In this way, it can be seen that although Tsing Yi Gate controls the livelihood of more than a dozen streets in this vicinity, it does not bring much bad luck to people.

It shows that Tsing Yi Gate is more benevolent!

Yang Fan looked at the shops on the left and right lightly, this is the most lively time, the business in each store is very good, with the return of everyone in Tsing Yimen, there is no obvious commotion on the street.

"My lord, please come in!" The burly man's name is Shi Nan, he is the master of Tsing Yi Gate, he has cultivated to reach the Guangwu Realm, and he is the first master of Tsing Yi Gate.

The Tsing Yi door is generally furnished, without many luxurious ingredients, simple white walls, simple floors, simple decorations, and those simple and innocent family members in the door.

With the entry of everyone, Tsing Yi Gate became lively, hundreds of old and weak women and children from all over the bungalows enthusiastically and excitedly poured out, these defenseless family members first saluted Shi Nan, but each ran to their own family members, or crying or happy or calm or silently concerned about the pillars of their own families.

"Every time they go out, they are very worried that their sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers will never come back, please forgive them for their rudeness!" Shi Nan said to Yang Fan apologetically, his tone full of helplessness.

Seeing that this underworld that was originally begging for life on the knife edge did not appear, Yang Fan shook his head meaninglessly and said, "Find a place, let's have a good chat!"

Shi Nan respectfully invited him into a bright house, and after a glance, he knew that this should be the place where Tsing Yi Men discussed important matters.

"My lord, Tsing Yi Gate is not actually a gangster in the real sense, our brothers are not what people call gangsters, we are all family people, we all bear the responsibility of supporting our families, when Tsing Yi Gate was first established, the founder was actually a Liulang Han, he came from the distant Beizhou, in the imperial capital he saw many Liulang people, the power was weak, all day long by those gangsters and gangsters bullied, go to the government to report to the official, there is no effect, but will be beaten for no reason, eat dozens of wrenches. ”

"So he set up the Tsing Yi Gate, which means that the Tsing Yi Yi is glorious to the ancestral gate! To be able to join the Tsing Yi Gate, you must be a Liulang person, fighting for life and destiny! Be brave and unyielding for the unjust world! I am a Liulang person, from a war-torn land, I defeated the then door master five years ago and replaced the position of the new door master!" Shi Nan said in a deep voice the origin of the Tsing Yi Gate.

Yang Fan raised his eyelids and didn't ask anything, just looked outside the house, looking at the enthusiastic and happy faces in the compound, he believed Shi Nan's words!

Along the way, he also observed that the accents of Tsing Yi Gate were divided into more than a dozen, which showed that they were not from the imperial capital, but indeed outsiders.

The people of the imperial capital like to speak with a procrastination sound, as if they want to deliberately attract the attention of others, so as to show their noble status.

But the people in the imperial capital don't know that outsiders secretly call their accents too girly!