The entire stilt house was buzzing and trembling.
"Meow!" Nan Zhi let out a roar. His hair stood on end, but he didn't know what was going on. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion.
Yan Li was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Are you moaning? This is not a brothel. Why don't you use this stupid cat to make do? "
But there was no movement next door.
After the scream, there was a long period of silence next door.
The Specter Inn was indeed the Specter Inn. After screaming for so long, no one came to see what was going on.
Nan Zhi's ears twitched. He used his claws to scratch the wall, as if he was curious why there was no movement next door.
Yan Li was curious. He was about to climb the wall to take a peek when Zi Gui's trembling voice came from next door.
"Be careful. Don't move. There's an assassin …"
Nan Zhi's ears perked up immediately.
Yan Li squinted his eyes. Suddenly, he used both hands to hold the wooden bucket. With a sudden force, he turned the bucket upside down.
The next moment, it started raining in his room.
"Meow — Ouch —"
Nan Zhi, who couldn't dodge in time, was splashed by the rain. The second half of his scream turned into a tiger's roar.
Yan Li heard the sound of the wall being smashed. He opened the bucket and took a peek. There was a big hole in the wall. Nan Zhi had turned into a big tiger. He was dripping wet. He pressed Zi Gui, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, to the ground and let out a deep roar.
"Nan Zhi, you need to calm down. I think it's necessary to explain the current situation to you." Zi Gui said softly.
Yan Li came out of the bucket with a smile. He purposely exclaimed, "See? See? Who asked you to moan in the middle of the night? Since you provoked him, you have to take responsibility. You can continue. I can pretend that I didn't see anything. "
Then he slowly put on his clothes.
Zi Gui ignored him and continued to persuade him, "It's all because of some bastard. Nan Zhi, you must believe me. I didn't mean to splash the water on you."
Yan Li said, "Nan Zhi, he knew you were here, but he still deliberately asked you not to move. You heard it, so I don't need to say anything else, right?"
Zi Gui said seriously, "Nan Zhi, I will cut him into pieces and avenge you."
Yan Li smiled and said, "Nan Zhi, you can only feel happy when you do it yourself. Now, you just need to stretch out your claws …"
Under his persuasion, Nan Zhi suddenly shrank, meowed, and scratched Zi Gui's face.
Zi Gui glared at Yan Li angrily. "This must be your doing!"
"What did I do?" Yan Li asked innocently.
"You …"
Zi Gui's expression suddenly changed, but he changed his tone. "I'm coming."
He stood up, put on his clothes, and threw a small bottle to Yan Li. "This is the Golden Crow Pill, a hundred times stronger than the Fire Spirit Pill. Although it can't break your seal, it can last for a while."
After saying that, he concealed his figure.
Yan Li sensed for a moment, but to his surprise, he did not know where he was hiding. He frowned slightly and opened the bottle stopper. There was only one medicinal pill inside. He poured it into his palm. It looked bright red like a ball of burning sparks, but a very comfortable temperature came from his palm.
Footsteps could be heard from all sides of the stilt house.
He looked out of the window and saw that there were more than fifty shadows under the light of the torches.
He put the Golden Crow Pill in his mouth. Just as he sat down, he heard the sound of the door being kicked to the counter downstairs. The stilt house shook.
He took out the Leaving Cliff and put it on his knees.
Nan Zhi jumped onto the table and crouched beside him.
A man, a cat, and a sword. The three of them were unrelated, but under the dim light, they strangely blended into one.
A gust of wind blew in and extinguished the candlelight.
"Sir, do you want to take a break or stay?"
Even if he couldn't see, Yan Li could imagine the dark skinny old man's treacherous smile.
Wang Dazhi stopped Li Meng, who was about to hit the old man, and shook his head at him.
Li Meng touched his shiny bald head, and the muscles on his face began to tremble. He sneered, "Do you believe in that legend?"
"What legend?" The Golden Dragon Zhou Fangshan wore a golden robe, and there was a golden long sword on his back.
The dark skinny old man had a few knives at his throat, but he still had a smile on his face.
"The legend of the Ghost Inn." Wang Zhida glanced at the old man. "We don't need to violate this taboo in Jianghu."
He took out a banknote worth five thousand taels and handed it to the old man. "We'll book this place."
The old man's eyes brightened, and he accepted the banknote with a smile. "Then please enjoy." He turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the ground.
Li Meng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He looked around on the ground. "Where did he go? Where did he go? Hey, where did he go? Help me look for him! "
"What do you want to do if you find him?" Zhou Fangshan asked.
Li Meng touched his bald head. "I want to see if I can kill him with my bronze head."
"Do you know what's important?" Wang Dazhi resisted the urge to kick him to death. "Don't forget our mission!"
"The Protector said that we can't let go of that cat either." Zhou Fangshan snapped his fingers, and his men swarmed upstairs.
The three of them each stood in a corner, and focused on sensing the movements on the second floor.
When Yan Li heard the door of the room next door was kicked open, he naturally missed it.
The leader of the group was a man in yellow. His eyes were like lightning as he passed through the hole and landed on Yan Li. He shouted, "I found Gu Guanlan and that cat. The guy who used the poison is nowhere to be seen."
"Kill!"
A voice came from below.
The stilt building was too old. The sound from below was like thunder, and the whole building could hear it clearly.
As soon as the voice finished, the door of Yan Li's room was knocked away. The door was held by a master with a long stick, and fiercely hit Yan Li.
Yan Li sat still.
Nan Zhi "meowed" and clawed at the air.
The door was broken into pieces.
The door was broken, and a man in green with thick eyebrows was revealed. The long stick in his hand suddenly swept across Yan Li's back.
The air was surging, and the true Qi was like fire and lightning.
This was a master of the Cultivation Realm.
As the first master, he was either very strong or very weak.
But Yan Li's sword was faster.
As fast as lightning, it was unsheathed, and as fast as lightning, it was sheathed. Li Ya was still quietly placed on his lap, and his hand was still gently stroking it.
The stick stopped three inches away from his back, and the strength tore a hole in his clothes, leaving an eye-catching bloodstain.
If not for the lack of strength, Yan Li would have been seriously injured, if not dead.
The master of the long stick wiped his throat, and his hand was full of warm and sticky liquid. He "puffed", but couldn't say a word. His eyes were full of fear.
Death is cruel, because it usually doesn't give people a chance to say their last words.
He fell down with fear. Even in death, he couldn't understand why there was no fluctuation of true Qi when the opponent attacked. How could a sword without any fluctuation of true Qi be so fast?
But he didn't know that there was a man who reached Yan Li's current level when he was ten years old.
At the same time, four shadows flew in from the hole next door, the window, the roof, and the door that didn't have a plank. Each person held a spear, and the spear edge was smeared with poison. The moment the green-clothed man fell down, they turned into a sky full of spear shadows.
The spear shadows were like raindrops, and looked like a sky full of green will-o '-the-wisps. It was hard to tell which was real and which was fake.
But Yan Li didn't need to tell which was real and which was fake.
He crushed the Golden Crow Pill, and immediately shot out four rays of sword energy.
The four rays of sword energy came from four different directions.
The spear shadows disappeared in an instant.
The four people's heads had been pierced.
The four spears left their hands and went in four different directions.
There were people in all eight directions of the room. Even a blind man could hit them.
Immediately, there were four more screams.
The injuries were secondary, and they were definitely poisoned.
Because a person who had just poked his head out of the window had his skin cut by the spear. His face immediately turned green, and his eyes rolled back as he fell down. When he landed, he was already a corpse.
The following attacks became more and more frequent, but every group that came in didn't last more than two breaths of time.
They were all killed by a ray of sword energy.
The sword energy seemed endless. Regardless of whether it was the high-ranking experts of the branch or the nameless soldiers, they were all killed by that tiny ray of sword energy.
Yan Li now had a completely new understanding of the [Crescent White Sword Scripture].
Only when the room was filled with corpses and their target was blocked by the wall of corpses, and their people couldn't get in did they finally wake up.
As soon as they calmed down, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
They had already used the same method to bury who knew how many gangs and sects that dared to provoke the Cao Gang.
Now, they realized that the same method didn't work, and so they were at a complete loss of what to do.
"A group of trash, get out of the way!"
The one who spoke was the yellow-clothed man who had noticed Yan Li first.
His position in the branch seemed to be second only to the three branch masters, because as soon as he spoke, everyone retreated with reverence.
The yellow-clothed man flipped his hand, and a longblade appeared.
He slowly gripped the hilt, and stared at Yan Li's face through the gap between the corpses and the hole. He laughed softly, "Killing a genius really is a fascinating matter."
Yan Li slowly turned his head, and looked at him indifferently, "You remind me of someone."
"Oh?" The yellow-clothed man laughed softly.
Yan Li said, "He always likes to laugh like you that irritates me."
The yellow-clothed man said, "I don't like people copying me."
The corner of Yan Li's mouth curved in cold ridicule, "Unfortunately, you aren't even one ten-thousandth of him."
The yellow-clothed man's eyes grew cold, and an astonishing killing intent burst out.
With a slight movement of his wrist, he drew his longblade, and aimed it at Yan Li.
As the energy flowed, the blade naturally produced a yellow halo.
The yellow-clothed man's expression froze, and he gave a low shout. The halo seemed to be compressed, and then burst out again in an instant.
The blade immediately spat out a yellow blade energy, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the wall of corpses, and arrived in front of Yan Li.
Yan Li finally drew his sword.
What was different from the first time was that he could mobilize his true energy now. Each drop of his true energy was in the shape of a small sword, and each small sword represented a ray of sword energy.
He only needed a single ray of sword energy to kill some of the weaker true cultivator experts.
As soon as he drew his sword, the sword energy in the Origin Sea surged.
An unknown amount of sword energy poured into Li Ya.
But when Li Ya slashed at the yellow blade energy, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger shook, and he almost let go.
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