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 coldly said, "Zhang Biao, you still dare to come to my house and cause trouble? I have already informed the yamen. Today, you can just leave obediently. Otherwise, don't even think about continuing to be an employee!"
Zhang Biao stuck out his big belly and chuckled, "Old Man Wang, don't think that I, Zhang Biao, am scared. It doesn't matter if I'm a mercenary or not, but you seriously injured my son last time. 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.
Zhao Dechuan was the only one who fared better. Every slap was accurate, and those who were hit by him fell to the ground and cried out in pain. How could it not hurt? A Rank-3 martial artist's Vitality flowed through all the meridian nodes in his body. With the strength of his hands, killing a cow with one punch was a trivial matter.
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. If he was in China, any clever Rank-6 martial artist would be able to toy with 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."
"Hmph, a bunch of trash." It was an extremely gloomy male voice.
He took two steps forward and coincidentally grabbed 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 greatly, and he let out a mournful scream.
This scream directly shocked everyone present.
Although they were fighting, the heavy blows they used were not enough to take anyone's life.
However, the moment the cloaked man appeared, the porter's arm was immediately twisted off. White bones could be seen at the crack, and it gave off a chilling feeling.
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.
Zhang Biao laughed sinisterly and said, "Zhao Dechuan, now let's see who's the toad!"
"I, I'll fight it out with you!" Zhao Dechuan's blood was boiling. He could not stand the provocation and rushed forward.
He gathered all the Origin Qi in his body and rushed forward with great momentum.
The cloaked man laughed sinisterly and slightly raised his head.
Zhao Dechuan was able to catch a glimpse of the cloaked man's face, as well as a mark on his neck that caused his soul to leave his body. "Worship Heaven …"
Before he could finish the last two words, he felt a great force coming from his chest. With a "Wah" sound, he was sent flying from the courtyard's entrance into the hall.
Seeing that his most powerful subordinate, Zhao Dechuan, was dead or alive, Father Wang stood up in shock. "Zhang Biao, this is our personal grudge, and you actually asked for help!"
"This is all 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 burly men rushed forward to grab Father Wang and brought him in front of Zhang Biao.
"Let go of Father!" Wang Qiaoqiao wanted to rush forward to save him, but she was too weak. She was grabbed by a burly man like an eagle catching a chick.
"Zhang Biao, let go of my daughter, or else I won't let you off!" Father Wang struggled with all his might.
"Let go, of course," Zhang Biao laughed coldly. "As long as you sign your name on her slave contract, I'll let her go." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper.
Father Wang was both 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 treat your daughter like a precious canary? I'll let her be my son's maid. You have to sign this slave contract even if you don't want to!"
"In your dreams, I won't sign it even if I die!" Father Wang glared at Zhang Biao.
"Then go die." The cloaked man suddenly said darkly.
"Wait, wait …" Zhang Biao was a bit scared. "Master, it's not good to kill people."
The cloaked man said darkly, "What are you afraid of? Kill everyone who knows about this and burn it. Just pretend it's a bandit's business. Who would be able to find out that it was you?"
Hearing this, Zhang Biao's eyes turned. He was quite moved. He turned to Father Wang with a sinister smile. "You can't blame me for this. If you want to blame someone, blame your short life. Don't worry, we'll take good care of your daughter. "
Hearing this, Wang Qiaoqiao's face turned as white as a sheet. She begged, "Stop, don't kill my father. I'll promise you anything, I'll promise you anything. Please don't kill my father …"
"It's 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 sound would be too normal under normal circumstances. It could be heard everywhere. 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 pants 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 because he had drunk some wine, he looked a little tipsy. His facial features seemed to have been carved by a top-notch craftsman. Although a circle of stubble made him look a little dispirited, it added a 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 pearly 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 suddenly 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 a woman 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 grabbing 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 lightly punched Yan Li's chest and choked with sobs, "You're so annoying …"
"Grandmaster, hurry and kill him!" Zhang Biao shouted in fear.
"Humph!" The cloaked man coldly said, "Your movement technique isn't bad. However, with me, speed is useless!"
His body suddenly released 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 prototype 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 had taken 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 left Zhao Dechuan several streets behind.
But Yan Li did not move at all.
Qiang!
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