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At night, Zuihua Tower.

Outside, the cold wind howled and the snow fell, but inside the tower, the warm and spring-like atmosphere was strong.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable wolfskin blanket, Yang Lang rubbed the girl in his arms with his left hand, raised the wine glass high with his right hand, and laughed loudly: "Brothers, don't go home until you are drunk tonight!"

"Don't go home until you are drunk!"

The big men in the tower responded loudly, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Beside each big man was a thin-dressed Ji girl, who spoke softly and warmly, filling the air with the fragrance of strong liquor and powder.

"Big brother."

A big man came over and picked up the wine pot, and filled Yang Lang with wine diligently, and said with a smile: "Today, you have spent money again. We really followed the big brother!"

Yang Lang laughed and leaned back into the arms of another Ji girl with satisfaction.

The Wuwei Gate Outer Hall Incense Master was slightly drunk and said lazily: "It's nothing. My brothers have worked hard to follow me. It's only right to eat and drink."

The most important thing is that he didn't spend his own money!

Yang Lang really didn't expect that the guardian of the Outer Hall of the Heavenly King Palace, a fourth-level warrior, would be so easy to talk to.

Today, he asked Zhang Yuan for 188 taels of New Year's fees.

I thought Zhang Yuan would be angry and turn against him.

As a result, Zhang Yuan agreed without hesitation like last time, and immediately went back to get the silver to him.

To be honest, Yang Lang felt embarrassed for him.

Yang Lang guessed that Zhang Yuan temporarily lost his backer in the Heavenly King Palace, so he didn't dare to turn against Wuwei Gate.

Or maybe Zhang Yuan noticed the Wuwei Gate's plot and chose to swallow his anger and delay time.

After all, there are more than seven fourth-level masters in Wuwei Gate.

There is also a fifth-level strongman!

So what if he is a fourth-level warrior?

Once the vital point is grasped, even a third-level person like him can ride on his head!

But this guy is really rich.

The more Yang Lang thought about it, the more angry he became, and his greedy desire almost burned his eyes red.

The incense master of Wuweimenwaitang began to think about what excuse to use to extort more of Zhang Yuan's family wealth next time.

The hall master Zhu Jun agreed.

No matter how much silver Yang Lang can extort, it all belongs to him and his men.

This is life-saving money!

Crash~

At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly opened from the outside: "So the flower girls are here!"

A burly man stood at the door, looking at the people in the room with a smile.

"Ah, sir, you can't go in!"

The madam of Zuihualou squeezed in and tried to stop him: "This room is full of distinguished guests!"

Yang Lang suddenly stood up, his face sank: "Get out!"

The burly man had a strong back and a rough look, and a face full of stiff beard.

The man was wearing a bearskin coat, with a dagger on his waist, a standard outfit for a jianghu.

Yang Lang was so angry that he almost cursed on the spot.

This Zuihualou was really incomparable to Chunyue Pavilion. It actually allowed such a dishonest guest to break into the VIP room. The level was really low.

It was just that Zuihualou was separated from Wuweifang by a street, and the girls in the building were cheap and good.

It was the most suitable consumption level for Yang Lang.

He also wanted to go to Chunyue Pavilion to appreciate the courtesan, but his money bag would not allow it!

Seeing that Yang Lang was unhappy, the big man closest to the door immediately stood up and stretched out his hand to push the burly man.

He was still cursing: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say you to get out?"

As a result, his hand didn't touch the other party.

The burly man smiled coldly and suddenly slapped him.

Bang!

Yang Lang's men took the slap completely with their faces.

With a crisp "crack", his head turned 180 degrees, facing his back.

With great astonishment and confusion, the big man with the second-level dark energy cultivation fell down.

He just fell on the wine table.

And this sudden accident shocked everyone present.

Yang Lang was the strongest and had the fastest reaction.

"Kill!"

He roared and roared suddenly, and the whole person suddenly jumped high, like a fierce tiger hunting prey, punching the burly man standing at the door.

Yang Lang was a warrior at the peak level of the third-level transformation energy, and he was only one step away from breaking through the fourth level.

He fought for Wuweimen for many years and had rich combat experience.

Realizing the danger of the enemy, the Wuweimen Outer Hall Xiangzhu attacked brazenly, and the strength of his whole body was instantly condensed in his fists, exploding the air and whistling.

His explosive force has exceeded the limit of 3,500 kilograms!

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For Yang Lang, this punch was the strongest punch he could deliver in a hurry, with all his life's strength.

With a flick of his finger, Yang Lang's fist hit the burly man.

The fierce wind from his fist even blew up the hair on the latter's head!

But what Yang Lang never expected was that the burly man did not dodge or evade, and did not even blink his eyes.

As if he was stunned.

However, the next moment, the burly man suddenly laughed.

Yang Lang's fist was steadily caught by a palm, and the powerful force condensed in it was like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples.

Fourth-level master!

Before Yang Lang landed, his heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

Crack!

The burly man clasped his five fingers together, crushed Yang Lang's fist, and slapped him on the forehead.

The Wuwei Gate Outer Hall incense master fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the entire building.

Just when Yang Lang's consciousness completely fell into darkness.

He heard a voice in his ears: "The money for buying life has been paid."

Yang Lang suddenly woke up.

But it was too late for him to regret, and he set foot on the road to the underworld with endless despair.

After slapping Yang Lang to death, the burly man did not let go of the others present.

He punched one by one, and killed all three of Yang Lang's men.

The bright red blood splattered on the wall.

It was particularly eye-catching.

Some of the Ji women who accompanied the wine fainted directly, and some huddled in the corner and trembled, with a puddle of water under their bodies.

Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately for mercy.

The burly man shook his head and turned to leave the purgatory-like private room.

He stepped over the procuress who was lying on the ground, and slapped the Zuihualou guards who came after hearing the news, while laughing wildly: "I am Wei Yan. I killed people today just to get revenge. If anyone wants to die, just come to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the burly man broke through the window outside the corridor and jumped into the snow.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the procuress who was lying on the ground raised her head and screamed shrilly.

"Murder!"

"Help, come quickly!"

At this time, Zuihualou suddenly exploded, and hurried footsteps sounded upstairs and downstairs.

It was destined to be a sleepless night of snow and wind tonight!