I have a promise with the beauty

When Lu Yao was thrown out, the mysterious man only threw him out, but he secretly sent out a burst of energy, hurting Lu Yao's meridians, and Lu Yao suffered serious internal injuries.

Now Yang Qingshan's anger really broke out. First he wanted to smash the old man's coffin, and now he hurt Lu Yao. Yang Qingshan took out the calming pills he carried with him and fed one to Lu Yao, and then walked towards the mysterious master coldly.

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"Bring the fan, I'm sure I can kill him instantly." Chongban came over and said to Yang Qingshan.

"Instant kill? Murder is illegal." Yang Qingshan said in surprise.

"It's okay. Just now the captain said that this person is on the police blacklist. If you kill him, just kill him." Yang Qingshan heard the sound without moving his mouth and stared dumbfoundedly as his fan was taken away.

The captain was seriously injured. He fired several shots, but the mysterious expert dodged them strangely. He also stabbed himself. Now he is lying on the ground with his whole body cold, aiming constantly, vowing to kill this guy.

As long as the mysterious master kills him, he will be credited with great merit and be promoted immediately.

"Steady him! Steady him!" the captain roared angrily, his face turning black.

"Qingshan, it's cold." Lu Yao woke up lying on the ground and went to Xiaoliu to take care of her. Suddenly her face turned black, her whole body was cold and trembling, she shouted, and her eyes gradually became dull.

"How could this happen?" Yang Qingshan looked at Lu Yao in surprise, checked her pulse again, and his eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Liu asked worriedly.

"It must be the dagger that's poisoned. It's so black that it must be coated with poison." Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, but he only had two pills in his hand, neither of which were antidote, so he quickly asked Xiao Liu to find the police and send him to the hospital first.

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"Bang bang bang..."

Gunfire finally rang out again, the captain hit the mysterious master, and several policemen rushed forward at the same time.

"Asshole! You ants!"

The mysterious master was tightly hugged by the policeman, yelled with disdain, waved his arms, and threw the policeman away with great strength, took out a piece of paper, and looked at the people around him with a ferocious smile.

"Be careful, it's a talisman. Don't let him use the talisman." Chonglangban said in panic. He wanted to use his fan to protect the people around him, but he was afraid of exposing his identity and was in a dilemma.

Black Bull, Iron Ring, and Four Sea Brothers, these three people suddenly burst out with extraordinary speed. Using three different footwork, they transformed into three figures and rushed in instantly. As fast as lightning, they stood in front of the mysterious master.

Use tricks to hit the mysterious master.

"What kind of pace is this?! But it's useless. Once this talisman is used, you will all ascend to heaven." The mysterious master shouted with surprise. He was knocked away, but the talisman in his hand was still in his hand, and he sneered disdainfully.

He was about to use a talisman, and a figure appeared, standing in front of him.

"Boy, let me borrow the talisman." Yang Qingshan said, and slashed the hand holding the talisman with a watermelon knife.

In the bloody disaster, the mysterious master's hand was chopped off in the blood. Yang Qingshan grabbed it in his hand and coldly chopped it off again.

The mysterious master flashed black light all over his body, rolled his body to dodge, and got up with gritted teeth. The wounds on his wrists kept spurting black blood. He held the dagger with a ferocious face and rushed towards Yang Qingshan.

"Boy, how dare an acquired man be so arrogant."

"What happened the day after tomorrow? I can cut off your hand with one knife." Yang Qingshan sneered disdainfully, and the watermelon knife and the opponent's dagger were chopped together.

A section of the watermelon knife broke off and flew out. When the mysterious master was proud, Yang Qingshan's watermelon knife did not give up because it was missing a section. He still stabbed the mysterious master in the chest, and then Yang Qingshan kicked him.

The master was in disbelief when he was hit by a lightning bolt, his whole body was paralyzed and he was kicked out.

"I'll do it." The punch board, who had been unable to make a move, finally found an opportunity. As soon as he raised his fan, he was knocked away by a ray of light, and the mysterious master disappeared out of thin air.

Everyone was stunned and started searching amidst the captain's roar.

"What's going on?" Yang Qingshan asked the red board.

"He was rescued." He said to the langban.

"How could a person be rescued right in front of him?" Yang Qingshan said in disbelief.

"A person with high cultivation level."

"..."

Yang Qingshan had nothing to say. The mysterious master and the sprinter were both masters trapped in a bottleneck. It was so troublesome to deal with injuries, so they just cut off one hand. The one with higher cultivation level could do it, so he frowned and looked at

There was black blood on the ground.

"Brother, dagger."

Hei Niu walked over quietly and handed the black dagger dropped by the mysterious master into Yang Qingshan's hands. Yang Qingshan wanted to hide it quietly.

"You have to go to the police station to record a statement later, leave it here with me." He rushed to the lang board and took the black dagger, turned over his hand and put it away in the Qiankun Ring.

The old man's burial will continue. The half-section of the watermelon knife in Yang Qingshan's hand was collected. However, with Father Lu's plea, Yang Qingshan presided over the old man's burial ceremony. He was then taken to the police station for questioning, while the other party went to the funeral.

All of them were arrested, and after recording their confessions, they learned that they were hired by a mysterious master, but the mysterious master had escaped, and everything was a question mark.

On the rooftop of a building in Nanyang City, a mysterious master knelt on the ground, confessing his mistake to a man wearing a mask with a sullen face, bouncing and kowtowing, with blood on his forehead.

"The mission failed. You also lost the Thunder Arrow Talisman and the Black Poison Dagger. That's good." The man wearing the mask said coldly, looking at the sky outside the building, feeling a sense of arrogance.

"Senior, I have tried my best, but I didn't expect that the other party has a person with an innate realm, and there are three people with weird footwork. The most important thing is that there is a kid named Lei Linggen. Although he is still acquired, he can explode.

With the power of thunder and lightning, villain, villain is really..."

"Forget it, there was no purpose in the first place." The man wearing the mask said calmly, and then he regretted: "It took a lot of effort to find the old man, but he said he was dead. Hum, is he really dead?"

"Senior, is that the coffin? I have secretly checked it with my spiritual consciousness, and there is indeed a dead person inside."

"Hmph, you are just a little innate, how can you know what is going on in the world of immortality? Have you ever heard of the fake death pill?"

"Fake Death Pill? Never heard of it."

"Forget it if you don't know. Since you failed the mission, don't count on the Foundation Establishment Pill that was promised to you. Go ahead." The man wearing the mask said coldly.

"Where to go?" the mysterious expert asked in confusion, his eyes looking in horror at the hand of the man wearing the mask who slowly raised his hand.

"Go to hell."

There was a line of blood, and the mysterious expert raised his neck without any reaction, turning into a ball of blood mist in the blood light.

Yang Qingshan came out of the station when it was dark. Those who came out first were waiting in the parking lot outside. When they saw Yang Qingshan, they all gathered around and asked questions.

Yang Qingshan smiled indifferently and said brightly to Murong Qiushui: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. The butler said that you were right to cut off someone's hand in self-defense, so I vouch for it and it won't bother you at all." Murong Qiu Shui said shyly.

"Haha, let's go back to the beach."

The old man was buried safely. Yang Qingshan laughed in a relaxed mood and took everyone on the luxury bus called by Butler Murong Qiushui.

While sitting in the car, he gave the black dagger to Yang Qingshan and said in a mysterious whisper: "This is a good thing. It is a magic weapon of the demon clan, called the Black Poison Needle. It once appeared in the auction house.

You are so lucky."

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers