The First Cause of All Realms

boom!

As if being hit in the face by a heavy hammer, Lin An only felt his eyes turn black, and he almost fell to the ground.

It has been more than a month since he came to Deyang Mansion, how could he not know what this scene represents?

"Zhao Qing!"

Lin An's body trembled, and then he turned his head, his eyes almost bloodshot.

Seeing him like this, the refugee almost had a frightened cardiac arrest, and the rest of the Jinyiwei also reacted, and immediately, they were full of anger.

"You, you ate him? You, you ate him!"

"Beasts! Lao Tzu killed you alive!"

"We're here to save you, how dare you?! How dare you!!"

"Dang bang bang" a few times, the sword came out of the scabbard, the eyes of the Jinyiwei were all red, and the roar was like a tiger going down the mountain, about to violently kill.

"Stop it all!"

A cold voice squeezed out from between his clenched teeth. Lin An coldly swept across a group of refugees, his grief in his heart could not be suppressed:

"Bring me the torture tool!"

He and Zhao Qing were the same group who entered the Jinyiwei station. They practiced martial arts, assigned tasks, and were promoted. They were almost inseparable for 30 years. Although they had different surnames, they were brothers.

Seeing this scene, the killing intent in his heart almost devoured his heart, but he still held on.

The whereabouts of Cao Jinlie may have to start with these beasts.

"Beasts."

A group of Jinyiwei almost clenched their teeth, surrounded all the refugees with a hideous face, and clenched their swords tightly, and they could violently kill them at any time.

Seeing that the sword was like a forest, the forest was cold, the faces of all the refugees turned pale with fright, and some even collapsed to the ground, feces and urine flowed together, and some people laughed miserably.

"Ha, ha ha! Kill, kill!"

Lin An looked at it coldly.

It was an old man with disheveled hair and a body like a skeleton, half human and nine ghosts. He was crying and laughing, looking at the guards in brocade clothes, terrifyingly:

"What kind of etiquette, righteousness, integrity, and morality, under such hunger, they are all bullshit, bullshit! Hahaha!"

"Where do you know? You don't know..."

The old man's speech was incoherent, and his body was swaying unconsciously. Only from his tattered clothes, it seemed that the remnants of the Confucian shirt could be seen.

A Jin Yiwei was about to step forward, but Lin An stopped him and looked at the old man coldly:

"go on!"

"You have rations, horses, swords, and armor. But we have nothing..."

"No way, no way! He saved us, but, we..."

"I don't want to die..."

...

The old man was trembling, crying and laughing.

Lin An's complexion was blue and white, and the complexion of Jin Yiwei also changed.

It was a few months ago, on a scorching summer day, when a group of Jin Yiwei came here to rescue a group of 'two-legged sheep' that had been kept in captivity by horse bandits.

They don't have a task at hand, leaving only one person to take hundreds of them away, but halfway, they encountered a group of murderers.

"...No way! The murderers killed him, set a fire, and let us eat him. We have no way, no way."

"brute!"

A Jin Yiwei was so furious that he kicked him to the ground with one foot, looking at the walking dead on the ground, his whole body trembled with anger;

"He saved you, you, you..."

He couldn't go on, and all the Jin Yiwei had red eyes and almost clenched their teeth.

"Zhao Qing, Boss Cao."

Lin An whispered to himself, staring at the old man:

"That gang of murderers kept you because they wanted to use your mouth to show us the way? Say, where are they?"

"No, I don't know."

The old man froze, looking at the murderous Jin Yiwei guards, desperate and blank:

"Really, I really don't know..."

"do not know?"

Lin An nodded and looked at a Jin Yiwei with a dull face behind him.

The Jinyiwei nodded, took out the torture box he was carrying, and walked towards the old man.

"what!"

The screams cut through the sky, and it was extremely mournful.

Not long after, that Jin Yiwei wiped his hands and stood up, nodded to Lin An, and then a cold light burst out from his waist, pulling out a large blade shadow, and in just a moment, he had killed all the refugees who had gathered.

The smell of blood rose into the sky and extinguished the bonfire beside him.

"That gang of murderers left only one sentence."

The dull Jinyiwei youth looked around at his colleagues. In fact, they had heard the old man's words too.

that gangster,

Let them die in place.

No one said a word, and his heart was full of grief and anger.

The knife head licks blood for a lifetime, death, everyone has thought about it, but when they die, they burn the corpse and eat it. They have never encountered such a thing.

More, unforgivable!

"Brother Zhao, my younger brother is here to pick you up..."

Lin An took off the scabbard, which was full of dirty black and grease, and tore off the flying fish suit that was less than half of the refugee's body, and stuffed it into his arms.

He was extremely sad in his heart, but he had no time to be sentimental.

That group of murderers left this group of refugees here for a few months, and they have said this again. I am afraid that they have been planning secretly for a long time, and maybe someone is watching them in a secret place at this time.

Once dispersed, I am afraid that they will be destroyed one by one.

"Wait."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Lin An sat on the ground, waiting for the murderers to come, and waiting for Qi Gang to bring someone.

The rest of the Jinyiwei also sat down with their knees crossed.

Huhu

The breeze blew, and the smell of blood in the room couldn't be blown away. The guards in Jinyi were like rocks, with swords and swords in front of their knees, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath.

waiting.

...

...

sigh

A goshawk crossed the sky, flew across the cloudless sky, swooped down suddenly, and landed on a barren mountain.

A small man stretched out his arm and let the goshawk fall.

"Dead? That group of refugees died? The one who killed them didn't leave, waiting there, twenty people?"

The man caressed the goshawk's feathers, as if talking to himself, and seemed to understand the goshawk's cry.

call!

He popped out an elixir to feed the goshawk, and raised his arm to let it go away.

He turned around and headed down the mountain.

His speed was very fast, and he had reached the foot of the mountain in a moment, and after a few turns, he came to a bamboo forest.

It was in the shade here, and there were still sporadic green spots, but the bamboos had dried up, and the stream had long since ceased to flow.

In the bamboo forest, there is a small courtyard.

"Sir, Jin Yiwei's people should be here."

The man bowed slightly.

While speaking, a person appeared in the small courtyard. He was eight feet tall, covered his body in black, and had strong muscles and bones, like copper cast iron, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

This person is Qi Longsheng, the chief helmsman of the Qifu of Liansheng.

And as it appeared, a strong **** aura also spread, so strong that even the short man felt a strong discomfort.

"The nose of this group of dogs has always been so good!"

Qi Longsheng's face sank.

Once, he underestimated Jin Yiwei's tracking ability so much that it took several months to get rid of Qi Gang, and he paid a huge price for this.

"What a **** smell!"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the bamboo forest, faintly measured, sharp and thin:

"Yeah! Is it the helmsman Qi? With your martial arts, who can hurt you so badly? Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Which one is so sneaky, it turns out to be Mrs. Phantom? Then Yu Wanghai is a good way, even you 'Phantom Thirteen' have invited..."

Qi Longsheng's eyes turned cold, and then he sneered:

"I heard that thirteen years ago, you were still called the 'Forty Ghosts of Phantom'.

The Phantom Forty Fierce was the most active horse bandit more than ten years ago. He fled in the three places of Kyushu, including Longyuan Dao, and made many major cases.

Its members are tyrannical warriors who have exchanged blood nine times for the last time, and don't know where they learned a strange formation. Forty people run as one, and the quasi-grandmaster of the five levels has been killed once.

It completely attracted the attention of Six Doors.

However, because they never left a living, and even lived in no fixed place, they escaped several arrests from Six Doors.

Until thirteen years ago, this group of murderers kicked the iron plate, and almost all of them were planted in the Sirius Pass.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, a seductive woman in a black dress looked at Qi Longsheng with a bad expression before she came to the courtyard:

"I don't want Liansheng to teach Qingzhou's chief helmsman, but he is actually a sharp-toothed person."

"Each each other."

Qi Long's raw skin smiles and flesh does not smile:

"Madam must not have come to quarrel with Qi. You have also heard what you said before. Are you going to solve the problem with those Jin Yiwei guards, or am I here?"

"Can Qi Gang be included?"

asked Mrs. Phantom.

The man shook his head slightly:

"They're all small characters, not only the masters of Jinyiwei like Qi Gang, Yu Fengxian, and Qiu Zhanyu are not among them."

"Then what to kill?"

Lady Phantom looked unhappy:

"The old lady has been waiting for several months, and a few small shrimps want the old lady to close the net? Keep them, wait for Qi Gang to arrive, and it will not be too late to catch the net again!"

After all, walk away.

The dozen or so figures hidden in the bamboo forest also quietly retreated as she left, just as strange as they came.

"Wait for Qi Gang?"

Qi Longsheng sneered:

"I'm really waiting for Qi Gang to see if you can still laugh?"

"Sir, we?"

The man asked.

"Then the old man didn't send Ling Ying to deliver the letter a few days ago? Since he wants to do something, we might as well wait for a while. By the way, also wait for Zhao Guangsheng."

After all, Qi Longsheng didn't say more, turned around and walked into the house.

The man had no choice but to retreat.

Inside the bamboo house, there was another person sitting cross-legged. He was dressed in white, his complexion was even more pale, he was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, and his eye sockets were so deep that he could not see his eyes.

"Then Qi Gang, is it really that amazing?"

The man in white spoke up.

His name is 'Mu Huan'. He is Qi Longsheng's deputy. He was born in a large sect. He only joined Qingzhou Liansheng Teaching a few years ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jin Yiwei has nine top martial arts, and ordinary people can learn one. Enough to run amok across a state. Qi Gang alone learned the three disciplines of 'Peng Mo Zhen Gang', 'Da Fu Mo Fist' and 'Canghai Jiu Die Xian'!

In my opinion, after Wei Zhengxian, Qingzhou's talent comes first! "

Speaking of Qi Gang, Qi Longsheng's face is not very good-looking:

"If you want to kill him, I can't, you and I are not enough, and the phantom thirteen murderers are only reluctant. Most of the time he can't stop him..."

"unless……"

The man in white knew it in his heart. As soon as he pressed the floor tile, he heard two clicks, and the wall behind him cracked, revealing an iron cage made of black iron.

In the gloom, bloodthirsty scarlet eyes flickered, accompanied by a low roar that did not sound like a human voice:

"Kill, kill, kill me..."

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