The young man in Tsing Yi was the Tibetan guard Yongtan who quietly left the hunting procession.

With Yongtan's current strength, he originally thought that this errand was a thrilling and exciting experience, and he didn't want to have an old man in the middle of the Mahayana in a small tea house.

Fortunately, his five senses are keen, otherwise even if his realm is higher than that old man, he will have to suffer a big loss, and if that dagger is poisonous, it may be even more troublesome.

But it's also a testament to the importance of this tea house and the things he has in his sleeve.

Originally, he planned to pretend to be an agent in the Chenghou Mansion to secretly trace the direction of this batch of private salt, but since he had to kill the old shopkeeper, the action was already in danger of being exposed, and he had to be fast, otherwise it would become very troublesome to startle the snake.

The assassination in the house was dangerous and silent, but it didn't take much time.

Yongtan stopped in front of the small door covered by a thick curtain, and put his hands in the wide sleeves, which looked like the rumored suave merchant keeper of Tibet, who was an old farmer in the field.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his sleeves moved slightly, as if he was groping, as if he was feeling, as if he was understanding.

Then he smiled on his unremarkable face and stepped out of the room.

A long whip whistling in the air, whipped in the head!

As if the coiled snake had finished gathering momentum, it launched a fatal blow to its prey.

Yongtan, who had his hands in his sleeves, took a slight step to the left like a prophetic one, and the whip was whipped to the ground.

The slabs shattered, splattering a cloud of rubble in all directions.

The powerful gravel flew like arrows in all directions, but it was very strange that after passing through the edge of the courtyard, it turned into stone dust.

A lot of powder slowly drifted into the sky outside the courtyard.

The guy in the front yard, who was weighing tea with a small scale, looked up at the sky in confusion.

Why is there suddenly so much dust on my body?

Yong Tan knew in his heart that the courtyard that had been empty since the death of the old shopkeeper had long been surrounded by an extremely powerful formation.

He glanced at the sky in the small courtyard and said with a smile:

"I underestimated you, I used my divine sense to probe the kung fu of that map, and a formation was laid out?"

It turned out that he took out a map from the table, and at this time, he had been comprehending the content of the map with his hands in his sleeves, but he didn't know how important the content in the map was, and he wanted to let a master of the Mahayana realm personally protect it.

"Since the old shopkeeper failed to keep this map, he had to take action himself, and since you have seen it, then go and die. ”

Boss Zhang, who had been silent, finally spoke, and slowly pulled out the short knife with cold light flickering at his waist.

Hou San'er, who was good at using the long whip, shook the python skin long whip, and made a "crackling" explosion in the air, Wu Laosi was no longer that straightforward appearance, and pulled out a plate axe with cold light from under a big car with a cruel smile, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The other ten people also took out their weapons one after another, and surrounded Yongtan with meticulous steps like hunting.

"It's actually a weapon made of refined iron, it seems that Chenghou has a lot of ways, and it's really good for you subordinates. ”

Yongtan's demeanor was calm, as if he had no consciousness of being in danger at all.

"However, an old swordsman in the Mahayana period has been slaughtered by me, why do you people who refine the Void Divine Realm think that you can kill me?"

Yong Tan watched with some curiosity as they surrounded himself in the middle, without moving a step.

The middle-aged leader with huge earlobes was very cautious, and it was already at this time, and the temptation in Yongtan's words did not make him have the idea of opening his mouth.

"Formation!"

Boss Zhang shouted lightly.

The footsteps of the thirteen people, who had no connection, changed suddenly, and the steps became neat and there was a kind of secret connection.

Yongtan counted the time, knowing that if the other party noticed the abnormality, there would definitely be more masters to help. He swore to His Majesty that one person was enough to find out the clue, and he begged His Majesty again and again to agree to come alone.

If the last goose is pecked by the goose, won't the reputation of a lifetime be ruined?

Then don't delay.

Yongtan took out a long sword that was still in the sheath out of nowhere, he held the scabbard of the long sword, and he didn't seem to be ready to draw the sword, the scabbard was clumsy, and it was an excellent material at a glance, but there was still a sharp sword intent leaking out of it, and the temperature in the small courtyard seemed to be a lot lower.

The sword does not sound in its sheath?

But as soon as Yongtan made a move, he had a strong sword momentum like a long rainbow through the sun!

Who would have thought that this Tibetan official, who has always been famous for his literary talents, would have such a profound kendo cultivation?

The first to block this long sword was Wu Laosi.

The plate axe in his hand whistled and collided violently with the scabbard of the long sword!

The result was very unexpected, it was not that Yong Tan, who looked thin, was beaten backwards again and again, but that Wu Laosi couldn't bear this one and flew out upside down!

The scabbard of an axe, which was cut off by the fine iron plate axe, which is very rare now, did not even leave a white mark.

And Yongtan's imagination of his dashing sword directly breaking the formation did not appear.

Wu Laosi's body was still in mid-air, but he was stopped by Hou San'er's long whip and the long knife of a person behind him, and he leaked this strength in the sky.

Yongtan's expression was still cynical, and his mood was like an ancient well.

Their unsheathed sword is just a temptation, if Boss Zhang's thirteen people can't even block this sword in a formation, what they should do is not to surround themselves, but to go out for help.

Yongtan was not discouraged, and the sword moved with the people, stabbing straight at Boss Zhang led by a glimpse of a shock!

The truth that the thief captures the king first has been the same since ancient times!

However, Boss Zhang, who has not yet come out of the iron knife in his hand, does not accept the move, but only moves in the small courtyard, and the brother next to him fills the position, just like drawing a knife to cut off the water, the water is not injured, and it still flows eastward.

And the person who fills the position is no longer on the defensive, but takes the initiative to attack!

The lean Hou San made the long whip extremely powerful, and the thin whip shadow actually had a giant python phantom at this moment, and he was looking up to the sky and spitting out letters, hissing endlessly!

The long whip was about to wrap around the scabbard, and when Yongtan was forced to force the sword, Yongtan turned his hand around, and his body turned back in the air like a spirit swallow, directly killing the youngest swordsman in the team.

He walked with the car for two days and one night, and under inadvertent observation, he could see that this person was the weakest link in the team.

Since the thirteen people are united, let's break the weakest link first.

The swordsman did not panic when he encountered a sudden change, and calmly retreated and waited for his companions to come to help.

This formation is extraordinary, and the people who form the formation are really extraordinary, even if Yongtan is in mid-air and changes direction, they still react, and there are three long knives and a sharp axe to chop at Yongtan!

Yongtan has exhausted his strength at this time, how can he change the direction again?

Unless he reaches the Heavenly Immortal Realm, not only does the true qi in his body flow endlessly, but he can also fly flat on the ground, so that he can circulate freely in the air.

The Great Shang Dynasty only had Zishou, a monster who reached the Heavenly Immortal at the age of twenty.

It may be the only one in human history.

Although Yongtan also has a peerless appearance, it is still lacking.

In desperation, he had no choice but to place his long sword across his chest.

The horizontal sword is on the defensive.

"Bang!"

A loud noise echoed in the small courtyard, and the tiled house of the old shopkeeper collapsed with a bang, scattering smoke and dust.

The guy in the front yard, who was obviously an ordinary person, still didn't notice it, and he collapsed a house in the backyard behind him, and he was still happily weighing the tea.

This formation can not only trap people, but also isolate the transmission of sound!

If Yongtan revealed his identity as soon as possible and asked for help from the outside world, he might not dare to kill the important ministers of the court if the people in this courtyard were not sure of killing.

But the formation has been completed, and even the sound can't be heard, how can Yongtan, who was knocked away by a blow just now, and is still unable to see clearly in the flying smoke and dust, ask for help?