Chapter 3: The Real Master

The man covered with the scarf seemed to be in good shape, and even if the two evil servants had some foundation, they couldn't withstand his three or two slashes.

In the blink of an eye, the evil servant fell in a pool of blood, and the man with the sword grabbed the frightened little girl and was about to jump onto the wall.

"Want to escape?"

With a cold snort, Wang Xin, the head of the Wang family who was not good-looking, moved his body and was surprisingly fast.

"It's over, who in Qingyang Town doesn't know that Wang Xin is a master of the seven-grade Qi Refining Realm, and even the cavalry captain Hong Chiyu is slightly inferior, this guy has taken the wrong medicine, and he is actually against him. ”

Jiang San pouted his teeth, and was very optimistic about this chivalrous and righteous fool.

Really.

Wang Xin punched his bare hands and took the chest of the man who raised the sword, and the speed was so fast that the latter had no time to make other decisions, so he had to block the horizontal sword in front of him.

"When!"

The huge force struck the sword body out of a strange arc, and the body of the man holding the sword shook violently, like a kite with a broken string, and his back hit the wall of the hall.

"Ahem..."

Traces of blood spilled from the scarf, and the man with the sword gasped, several cracks appeared in the wall behind him.

Wang Xin's expression was cold, and he walked slowly towards the man with the sword.

The man with the sword looked even colder, the reason why the Wang family was able to be powerful in Qingyang Town was that his strength was really tough.

Although Wang Xin is a miscellaneous crumb that is not as good as a beast, he is a master in Qingyang Town, and he is afraid that he will be folded here today.

It's just that I'm unwilling...

The man with the sword looked at the little girl who was shrunk in the corner, trembling, the source qi in his body was desperately condensed, and he used his last bit of strength to clench the sword in his hand.

"Kill you!"

With a broken drink, the man with the sword kicked the wall, jumped up with his strength, and swung his sword directly at Wang Xin's door.

This blow, with all his might, seems to be preparing for the burning of jade.

Turning to the side to avoid this thunderous blow, Wang Xin took a step back, so that he could calmly deal with the next non-stop attack of the man with the sword.

Unexpectedly, the man with the sword missed the blow, and once again swept to the little girl's side, hugged her, and jumped straight onto the high wall.

"clever thieves!"

Jiang San couldn't help but applaud him in his heart, this guy is desperately fake, saving people is real, and he is a cunning batch.

Feeling that he was put on the table, Wang Xin was angry in his heart, and seeing that the guy had jumped on the high wall, he suddenly grinned, revealing a chill.

"Bang!"

The stone table weighing hundreds of catties in the courtyard was forcibly lifted by Wang Xin, and thrown out vigorously, with a strong wind, smashed into the back of the man with the sword.

"Fuck you!" Jiang San almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Sister Qing covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Qinglin quietly looked at the field, his long narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Boom!"

A flash of blue light flashed quietly.

The stone table exploded in mid-air, debris flew up, and the man with the sword jumped out of the wall with the little girl in his arms, unscathed, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The sudden scene was extremely weird.

"Who!"

Wang Xin's face changed suddenly, as if he was facing a great enemy, and his qi was no longer the slightest reservation, surging out, and his sharp eyes kept scanning around.

Jiang San and Sister Qing were stunned.

Seeing that the man with the sword was about to be smashed into a meatloaf, there was a shocking reversal, and anyone could see that there was a problem.

Someone is doing something in the shadows...

And he's a master!

Jiang San looked up and down, but there was no gain.

And on his side, a faint blue light returned to Qinglin's body and disappeared.

There was a lot of commotion in the courtyard, and many men and women who were in the attic were rolling clouds and rain, and drinking and drinking sounded, or pushed the windows, or opened the doors, and looked down with relish, which was much more interesting than watching a play.

Wang Xin's eyes swept over, and these people subconsciously dodged and retreated, not daring to look directly.

Looking around to no avail, Wang Xin shouted in a deep voice: "Since you have made a move, why don't you show up!"

Qinglin just wanted to take a step forward, but was pulled by Jiang San again.

"I didn't say you, what kind of fun, I want to be a bird, looking for death!

Then you'd better die a little farther away, and when I leave this room, I can do whatever you want. ”

Qinglin looked at him silently, everyone would think about themselves, there was nothing wrong with that.

Although the other party's words were ugly, he stopped himself, and it seemed that he had good intentions.

Wang Xin's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the person who made the secret shot had no intention of showing up.

Fang Cai's short handover, he could faintly feel that the other party's strength was not weaker than him, or even above him.

But so what.

This is Qingyang Town, and he is the head of the Wang family.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

Even if he is a third-grade master who has entered the house in Longyin Jianghu, he has to bow to him in Qingyang Town.

But the other party doesn't plan to show up, even if he turns the entire Piaoxiang Courtyard over, with that person's strength, it will be difficult for him to find out if he wants to hide.

If you go back and bring someone to encircle and suppress it at this moment, that person will definitely flee when he hears the news.

Hateful!

How could he have suffered such a great loss?

Wang Xinyu was still angry, and kicked the stone benches in the courtyard one by one.

"Bang!"

Dozens of pounds of stone benches shot on the walls, pavilions, and immediately appeared holes and cracks, which frightened those who watched the excitement, closed the doors and windows one by one, retracted into the house, and then did not dare to probe the brain, for fear that one would accidentally touch the moldy head.

This can make the old bustard of Piaoxiang Courtyard feel distressed, and hurriedly called several girls in the building who are first-class and the most capable of dancing to come forward together, say all the good things, and lead Wang Xin into a chic small building, which is to appease.

Sister Qing, who saw all this, was also relieved, Wang Xin's viciousness and ruthlessness were ruthless, and he had a reputation in Qingyang Town, if he started to go crazy, the ghost knew who would be the next unlucky person.

Her gaze fell on the boy again.

This is a kind person, but he doesn't seem to be smart.

Knowing that there is danger, and still thinking about standing up for the so-called justice, even if you want to talk about conscience in this world, you can't gamble with your own life.

If Jiang San hadn't forcibly caught him, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

After all, he is still too young and not deeply involved in the world.

The more this is the case, the more she looks at the young man in front of her.

"Childe is going out for the first time?"

"Yes. ”

"I have some things to say, I don't know if my son wants to hear them. ”

"Please. ”

Sister Qing's eyes were a little complicated, and she said after a long time: "There have been injustices in the world since ancient times, and I know that my son is kind, but there are some things that you have to do according to your ability, and if you don't do it too much, you will mistake yourself." ”

After thinking about it, Qinglin nodded: "I've been taught." ”

Knowing that she was kind-hearted, she was reminding herself, and Qinglin showed gratitude at the moment.

"Childe cherishes. ”

Before leaving, Sister Qing sent her most sincere blessings to Qinglin, and Qinglin smiled and hugged her fists to say goodbye.

"Damn, is there any mistake, this is a Qinglou, you are so affectionate, I don't know which little lady thinks it is saying goodbye to the husband who is about to go away. ”

"Phew!

A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth, and no one treats you like a dumb person if you don't speak. ”

Sister Qing blushed a little rarely, glared at Jiang San, and Qinglin laughed, went out, and went downstairs.

Looking at the direction where the man with the sword had disappeared before, he groaned slightly, and his body floated, like catkins in the wind, floating lightly on the high wall, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.

"You say this kid doesn't look like a... Oh my mother!"

Jiang San, who was halfway through the conversation, seemed to be incredulous, the young man who looked stupid and naΓ―ve with a bamboo sword and a wooden knife on his back actually floated up the wall three or four feet high, and then disappeared in place without a sound.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and sat down on the ground.

"Fuck it! Turns out he's the real master!"