Chapter 395

Following the loud voice, a group of people filed in, led by a short, fat man wearing a jade handkerchief and a pink mink coat. He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth. "Oh, everyone's here. You know I, Zhang Biao, am coming. Why are you so formal?"

Behind him were seven or eight strong men. As soon as they entered, they glared at Father Wang's men. It was obvious that the two families had a long history of grievances.

There was also a fat man who was shorter than the loud voice. He didn't look like a porter either. While others walked vertically, he walked horizontally. He was so fat that he looked like a mountain of meat. As soon as he entered, he stared at the petite Wang Qiaoqiao and kept giggling. His face was covered in snot and drool.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, hehehe …"

When Wang Qiaoqiao saw the man, she almost fainted. She raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Fatty Zhang, I won't marry you even if I die. Just give up!"

Yan Li took a small sip of the wine. He did not look, smell, or pay any attention.

Father Wang said coldly, "Zhang Biao, how dare you come to my house to make trouble. I've already told the yamen. You can leave now. Otherwise, don't even think about being a hired man!"

Zhang Biao stuck out his belly and chuckled, "Father Wang, don't think that I, Zhang Biao, am scared. It doesn't matter if I'm a mercenary or not, but last time, you seriously injured my son. I can't swallow this."

Zhao Dechuan sneered. "Your good-for-nothing son wants to marry Qiaoqiao. He's a toad lusting after swan meat!"

"Then let's see who's the toad today!" Zhang Biao laughed.

"Dechuan, see the guests out!" Father Wang shouted.

Zhao Dechuan couldn't hold back anymore. When he heard the order, he shouted, "Brothers, follow me!"

A group of people rushed forward. With the third-rank martial artist Zhao Dechuan in the lead, they wrestled with Zhang Biao's men.

Yes, this was not an adjective. They really wrestled with each other. Whenever there was a gap, they would hit each other in the face. It was no different from a gang fight between gangsters. A few of them also had the aura of a cultivator.

It could only be said that Father Wang's words were right: cultivators in this world were really worthless.

Only Zhao Dechuan was slightly better. Every slap he made was accurate. Those he hit all fell to the ground and cried out in pain. Of course it hurt. A third-rank martial artist's Primordial Qi flowed through his meridians. With the strength of his hands, he could easily kill a bull with one punch.

However, when this Rank-3 martial artist fought, he was no different from a Rank-7 martial artist. There were no moves to speak of, and he was like a rampaging bull that did not know how to adjust the amount of Origin Power. In China, any clever sixth-rank martial artist's Primordial Qi could play him like a monkey.

Zhao Dechuan was considered young. He was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, a third-rank martial artist. In the Divine Land, that was enough to be called a genius and qualified to enter the Inner Academy of the Academy.

Although his strength was unsightly, the situation on the battlefield was still one-sided.

Zhang Biao unhurriedly bowed to a black-cloaked person beside him and said, "Master, please take action and take care of these blind fools. I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Humph, a bunch of trash." It was a very gloomy male voice.

He took two steps forward and happened to grab a porter who was rushing towards Zhang Biao. With a light twist, the porter's arm was twisted like a fried dough twist.

"Ah!" The porter's expression changed drastically as he let out a miserable shriek.

They were fighting, but their attacks were not life-threatening.

Although they were fighting, the heavy blows they used were not enough to take anyone's life.

They stopped, but the cloaked man did not. His figure was like a phantom, rushing into the crowd. Screams came one after another, and his attacks became more and more violent. In a few breaths, Zhao Dechuan was the only one left standing.

They stopped, but the cloaked man didn't. His figure was like a phantom as he charged into the crowd. Screams came one after another, and his attacks became more and more vicious. In a few breaths of time, only Zhao Dechuan was left standing on the battlefield.

"I, I'll fight you!" Zhao Dechuan's blood boiled. He could not stand the provocation and rushed forward.

"I, I'll fight it out with you!" Zhao Dechuan's blood was boiling. He couldn't stand the provocation and rushed forward.

"I, I'll fight you!" Zhao Dechuan's blood boiled. He could not stand the provocation and rushed forward.

He gathered all the Primordial Qi in his body and rushed forward.

Zhao Dechuan was able to catch a glimpse of the cloaked man's face, as well as the mark on his neck that made him shiver. "Worship Heaven …"

Before he could say the last two words, he felt a tremendous force coming from his chest. With a blood-curdling scream, he flew out of the courtyard and into the hall.

Seeing that his most capable fighter, Zhao Dechuan, was missing, Old Man Wang stood up in shock. "Zhang Biao, this is a personal grudge between us, yet you actually asked for help!"

"It's fate. Who told me to be lucky enough to meet a Master?" Zhang Biao laughed coldly and waved his hand. "Hold him down!"

A few men rushed forward to grab Father Wang and brought him in front of Zhang Biao.

"Let go of Father!" Wang Qiaoqiao wanted to save him, but she was too weak. She was grabbed by a man like an eagle.

"Zhang Biao, let go of my daughter, or I'll kill you!" Father Wang struggled.

"Let go, of course," Zhang Biao laughed coldly. "As long as you sign her contract, I'll let her go." He took out a piece of paper.

Father Wang was shocked and angry. "You, don't even think about it!"

Pa!

Zhang Biao raised his hand and gave Old Man Wang a tight slap, causing him to feel dizzy and dizzy. Then he said fiercely, "Didn't you think of your daughter as a precious canary? I'll make her my son's maid. You have to sign this contract even if you don't want to!"

"Dream on! I won't sign it even if I die!" Father Wang glared at Zhang Biao.

"Then go to hell," the cloaked man suddenly said sinisterly.

"Wait, wait …" Zhang Biao was a bit scared. "Master, it's not good to kill people."

The cloaked man said, "What are you afraid of? Kill everyone who knows and burn this place. Just pretend it's a bandit's business. No one will be able to find you."

When Zhang Biao heard this, he rolled his eyes and seemed to be moved. He turned to Father Wang with a sinister smile and said, "You can't blame me for this. You can only blame your short life. Don't worry, we'll take good care of your daughter. "

Hearing this, Wang Qiaoqiao's face turned white. She begged, "Stop, don't kill my father. I'll promise you anything. I'll promise you anything. I beg you, don't kill my father …"

"Too late!" Zhang Biao had already made up his mind. He took out his dagger.

At this time, a sound that was neither light nor heavy rang out in the courtyard.

This sound was the sound of porcelain and wood colliding. To be more precise, it was the sound of a porcelain wine pot colliding with a wooden table.

Such a voice, if it was any other time, would be too normal. It could be heard no matter where one went. But at this moment, this sound was like a clap of thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.

"Who?" Zhang Biao's hand trembled. Looking towards the source of the sound, he found a slovenly, slightly dispirited young man sitting at the table. He was wearing the kind of close-fitting clothes that porters often wore. It was made of coarse linen and had thick sleeves. There were a few patches on it. His trousers were thick cotton pants, and he wore a pair of cloth shoes. His socks were white.

Such an ordinary young man was sitting there eating and drinking, and no one had noticed him just now. It was really inconceivable. However, his eyes looked very bright. Perhaps it was because he had been drinking, he looked a little tipsy. His facial features looked as if they were carved by a top-notch craftsman. He had a circle of stubble. Although he looked a little decadent, it added a kind of mature charm to him.

"Who are you?" Seeing Yan Li's attire, Zhang Biao immediately looked down on him. However, he didn't dare to be careless. It wouldn't be too late to ask around before making a decision.

"A passerby. Sorry to disturb your fun killing. "Yan Li grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Then he turned to Father Wang. "I'll remember your care these past few days. Farewell drinks are always quick. When the wine pot is empty, it's time for me to leave."

After saying this, he walked out.

For some reason, Zhang Biao didn't stop him.

Wang Qiaoqiao stared blankly at Yan Li's back. She felt her heart go empty. She suddenly cried out, "Big Brother Yan, save me …"

Yan Li stopped walking.

Zhang Biao's heart tightened. He fiercely said, "Little brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. It's not too late to scram!"

Yan Li turned around and said with a smile, "Can't you hear her crying?"

Zhang Biao coldly said, "So what?"

Yan Li muttered, "I don't want women to cry anymore." When he said the first word, he was still in the same place. By the time he said the last word, he had already disappeared.

The man holding Wang Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. Then, he broke through the wall of the courtyard and fell outside.

Wang Qiaoqiao felt a warm aura wrap around her. Her frightened heart immediately calmed down. Looking up, she saw Yan Li's face in front of her, smiling at her.

"Big Brother Yan …" She held back her tears as she felt wronged.

"Did you really think that I would abandon you?" Yan Li's lips curled up.

Wang Qiaoqiao used her fist to lightly hit Yan Li's chest. She choked out, "You're so annoying …"

"Great Master, quickly kill him!" Zhang Biao shouted in fear.

"Humph!" The cloaked man coldly said, "Your movement technique is not bad. However, against me, being fast doesn't matter!"

His body suddenly emitted a terrifying aura.

It must be mentioned that one's aura was closely related to one's cultivation. Aura was actually an invisible force field. It was also the embryonic form of a consummate skill.

The difference between the cloaked man and Zhao Dechuan was that he had an aura. Perhaps he had mastered a consummate skill. How did consummate skills come about? When one's technique was trained to its peak, it would become a so-called consummate skill.

The cloaked man rushed forward. His movement technique was also extremely fast. Moreover, he took out a soft sword from who knows where. The soft sword twisted and swung in the air. In the blink of an eye, he sent out seven slashes. From seven different positions, he attacked Yan Li's vital points.

This move was enough to throw Zhao Dechuan several streets away.

But Yan Li did not move at all.

Clang clang!