C7 Twelve Corpses

Most of the people in the inn were martial artists, while the sword of young master Wang was bounced away by a peanut. The rest of the people had clearly seen the sword, but none of them said a word as they did not want to cause trouble.

However, the quieter it was, the more upset he became. He withdrew his sword, stepped on the peanuts on the ground, turned around and said to the youth with the fan, "This young master's tongue is not that soft."

The youth said, "It's more than enough to force the wine cup!"

He had wanted to show off his power in front of the woman, but he didn't expect that someone else would steal the limelight from him. That youth only used a peanut to make his palm tingle. His martial arts were much higher than his own, so he could still understand this point. Judging from the relationship between the crippled girl and the youth, they were definitely not easy to deal with.

Right now, the only person he could deal with was that slovenly little dao boy. However, if this young man were to attack again, then he wouldn't be able to avoid a fierce battle. It was best to investigate the background of this young man and sell him his affection so that he could save his face.

Young Master Wang had already made up his mind. He said to the young man, "If everyone here speaks like Young Master, then this young master will cut off his tongue one by one." I am not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, it's just that this Taoist did not follow the rules and did not use words. I'm not used to it, I can just teach him a lesson or two. Young master is a kind-hearted and kind-hearted young man, so this young master appreciates him a lot. "I am an untalented young master, and my name is' Pigeon '. I am the young master of the little Flying Cloud Sect. May I know who is this young master?"

Everyone was shocked; they did not expect this young master to be from the Feng Feiyun gang.

The Cloud Sky Sect was one of the few big gangs in the city. It had nearly a thousand members, and his father, Wang Jian, was famous for his ruthlessness. Wang Jian relied on his unparalleled Qing Gong as well as his numerous sect members to bully the common people. He also indulged his sect's disciples, killing and robbing them, doing everything he could. Since Wang Jian had bribed the government, the government turned a blind eye to the people who came to report. The people did not dare to speak out in anger, but secretly began to chant, "Ten million kings will fly in the clouds, and the sky above the city of Yi Zhou will change. One day, the turtle shell will break and the government will take turns to sit down. "

This young master of the Cloud Sky Sect was known as the "Cloud Chasing Crane" and his skill in the art of Qing Gong was not low. He had nothing to do all day, and spent the day strolling around the city looking for beauties. At night, he sneaked into that family's home and raped that girl. Any beauty in the city had most likely been tainted by him. Many virgins committed suicide because of this, so they were nicknamed "man-eating pigeons".

Although Wang pigeon's words were polite, he introduced himself. He was obviously trying to suppress this young man with the title of 'Cloud Sky Sect'. Seeing the cowardly look on everyone's faces, Wang pigeon sneered.

The youth continued to eat his peanuts as if he didn't hear him and didn't want to answer.

The young lady Xiao Lan saw his pride, she snorted and said: "At that time, who was it that relied on my rich father, a rich young master who made a name for himself everywhere! Oh, no! It was a man-eating pigeon! "You guys should not call him 'Feiyun' gang ', you guys should call him' climbing the wall 'instead!

No one dared to breathe out loud. Only Liu'er felt that what Xiao Lan said was funny and burst out laughing.

Wang Xiang's face turned purple. He thought that if he said the name 'Cloud Sky Sect', these people would kneel down and beg for mercy. He didn't expect this little girl to not care about him at all and to scold him even more harshly. But because the youth was here, he could only endure and ask, "Who are you really?"

Normally, he relied on the reputation of the Flying Cloud Sect because these two people were not afraid of the Flying Cloud Sect.

Little Lan wanted to reply, but then she heard the sound of horse hooves at the door. In a split-second, two burly men entered the room, their faces covered in whiskers. There weren't many people in the inn, but once they entered, it instantly became much more crowded.

The two men looked at Xiao Lan and then at the young man with the fan. They clasped their hands at the young man and said, "Young Master, we are back."

The youth no longer paid any attention to Wang Hou and asked the two big men, "Did you find out what? "To me."

One of the men said, "There are thirteen Qiao family members. Only one is left alive. The miserable state that they are in is something that we two brothers have never seen before!"

Xiao Lan no longer paid attention to Wang pigeon and asked in surprise, "There's still the scene where Uncle Bai Wen and Uncle Bai Wu can't bear to see it?"

"Even though they are dead, their faces are still full of smiles!"

"He might be alive, but he might as well be dead!"

A big fellow continued: "We brothers have seen how sinister a person's death is, but all twelve of them had smiles on their faces and were lying in a pool of blood. "That look is too eerie. I, Bai Wen, will never see it again!"

Bai Wu continued, "The one who survived was a baby boy. If he was hungry for too long and had nowhere to look for food, he would just lie in the arms of a woman and drink the blood that dripped from his neck! Because of the cold, when we went there, the blood of the dead had been frozen into streaks of blood, and the child was still sucking on them! It was actually clear and melodious! "

When Liu'er heard this, she seemed to hear the sound of ice blood splintering into pieces. Although his stomach was empty, he still felt a wave of nausea!

Xiao Lan could no longer hold it in and angrily scolded, "What a murderer who deserves to be sliced into a thousand pieces!" Then, he looked at Wang Hou who was not far away and angrily said: "Only you, Feng Feiyun, can do such a thing! Speak! Did you do it? "

After the two burly men came in and spoke to the teenager, Wang pigeon was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He no longer had that domineering appearance from before. Being yelled at by Xiao Lan, she unconsciously took two steps back, stammering so hard that she couldn't even speak.

He finally knew who this youth was.

His surname was Jiang, and although he had never seen him before, he had seen these two big men before. These two were people from the Immortal Crocodile Manor, and the Immortal Crocodile's master, Jiang Zhong, was named Jiang!

He was the young master of the Immortal Crocodile Manor!

In Yi City, the only place that could frighten him was the Immortal Crocodile Manor. Although the Immortal Crocodile's estate didn't have many sect disciples, everyone had their own unique techniques, fighting one against ten. These people were all chivalrous, so they all secretly said that there would be a day when the crocodiles would fly into the sky and devour the bastards in the sky. When these words reached Wang Jian's ears, he was so angry that he did not care about the consequences. He challenged the crocodiles in public, but was beaten up by them until his vitality was greatly damaged. Only after three years did he recover.

Since then, Wang Jian had held a grudge in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only fight in secret.

Wang pigeon did not have much ability, and today, he accidentally created a conflict with the Immortal Crocodile clan. Naturally, he was scared to death. He was not only afraid of the Immortal Crocodile clan, he was also afraid of his father, Wang Jian.

Wang pigeon secretly looked at the youth. It was unknown what the youth was thinking as he broke out in a cold sweat.

But the youth only said, "Did the two uncles save the baby?"

The Daoist nodded in satisfaction, "Those who are dead are already dead. Those who are alive must live on." What this youth was concerned about was what he should be concerned about.

Sometimes, due to the influence of emotions, people tend to neglect what they should do most right now.

Bai Wen Bai Wu nodded. The youth also nodded with satisfaction. He would not ask anymore because he completely trusted these two people.

Bai Wen wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't say anything. Seeing this, the youth asked, "Uncle Bai Wen, do you still have anything else to say?"

Bai Wen said, "There's still a poem on the wall."

The youth said, "What poem? "It's fine to say it."

Bai Wen wanted to say something, but he hesitated. The youth faced Bai Wu and said, "Since it is already written on the wall, it means that someone has the intention to inform the world. It is impossible to hide it from them."

Bai Wu helplessly said, "Poetry:

The Immortal Sect had a merciful heart.

The crocodile's stomach was in chaos.

Why did the city have to be cloudy?

I will kill all those who have a wicked smile on their faces! "