"Hall Master, these people have passed the gambling house test and say they want to see you."

　　

　　 Fan Hai respectfully said to the man behind the square table.

　　

"Ok?"

　　

The dark-skinned middle-aged man didn't seem to take Fan Hai's words very much in his heart. At this moment, he still looked down at the file, but said without looking up: "Since it's a distinguished guest in my hall, then just take a seat. "

　　

　　 As soon as his voice fell, several men in Tsing Yi moved three seats and placed them in front of Liang Yan and others.

　　

　　 But Liang Yan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Nothing does not go to the Three Treasures Palace, Tang is here, but there is something to ask."

　　

　　 "Oh? What's the matter?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little interested, raised his head, looked at Liang Yan and asked.

　　

　　 Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Does the hall master cherish his life?"

　　

　　 The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard it, and then furiously said: "Wu, that thief, dare to deceive my Tai Sui Gang?!"

　　

　　 Liang Yan's face remained unchanged, but he said faintly: "It's not that I deceived the hall master, but that you don't know if your lair is occupied. Are you right, Wang Guan?"

　　

　　Wang Yang beside him suddenly changed his composure.

　　

He didn't answer at all, he pulled off the black cloak directly, raised his hand and shook, and a thick green smoke spread from the cloak, and then Wang Yang shrank back and was about to go. Fleeing outside the secret room.

　　

　　 Just before he ran a few steps, he was lifted and kicked on the back of his heart by Dui. He flew up in the sky and hit the wall of the secret room, and died of breath.

　　

　　 "Hey, I didn't expect this little brother to be alert, but he is not the same as the previous supervisory messenger!"

　　

　　 A coquettish voice came from the direction of the stairs, and then two people walked in from the door of the secret room.

　　

　　 One of them was a red-faced man, topless, with eleven waist drums of different sizes tied around his waist, and two drumsticks on his buttocks.

　　

　　 The other person is a purple-clothed woman, tall and fair-skinned. The only thing that is strange is that this woman's hair is so long that it can't hang down naturally and can only be wrapped around her waist.

　　

　　 "Who are you?!"

　　

　　 The dark-skinned middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly got up and backed up. The men in Tsing Yi around him also drew their swords and guarded the middle-aged man behind him to death.

　　

In this secret room, even if it’s been ten and a half months, it may not be possible for an outsider to come in, but now it’s just a cup of tea, and there are people who have broken in one after another, and they are not good people. This is called How can the middle-aged people not be alarmed?

　　

　　 is just his question, but no one is willing to answer it at all, or the other two groups of people in the field now only regard him as air.

　　

Liang Yan's face was indifferent, and he looked at the two people in front of him and smiled: "The two have followed me all the way since I left the'virtuous pawnshop'. It's been a lot of hard work. It's just that you want to use this underground secret room to get rid of Tang secretly. So, how can you know that Tang has the same plan?"

　　

The purple-clothed woman's face changed slightly, but only for a moment, she laughed sweetly, and only listened to her: "Old Chu, did you hear that? It's not our praying mantis catching the cicada, but the oriole in the back. !"

　　

　　 The purple-clothed woman said, wiping her neck and said, "This kid said that we are going to be killed!"

　　

　　 Lao Chu was unsmiling when he heard it, and replied angrily: "Then take his skin off first!"

　　

　　 As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out two drumsticks from behind and hammered a drum on his waist.

　　

　　咚!

　　

　　 There was a muffled noise, and it was like a thunder father beating a drum, and he was shocked. Liang Yan's spiritual power surged, as if he was about to burst blood vessels and break through the skin!

　　

　　 But he had to mix the power to temper his body, and the power of his body was different from that of an ordinary monk. At this moment, just a few turns of the golden light on the surface of his body, he suppressed the boiling blood all over his body.

　　

　　 He is so, but other people are different.

　　

　　 Those ten or so famous men in Tsing Yi bear the brunt, exploded and died, and a cloud of blood sprayed out, staining the entire secret room red.

　　

　　 Liang Yan's expression also changed slightly. He didn't expect that this person's methods were so special that he could actually arouse people's energy.

　　

　　 With a thought turning, Liang Yan suddenly waved one hand, and covered Dumb and the dark-skinned middle-aged man with a circle of golden light.

　　

　　 The red-faced man known as Lao Chu was taken aback when he saw Liang Yan motionless under the sound of the drum, and even had spare power to protect the other two vulgar warriors.

　　

　　 But the next moment, he opened his arms, and two drumsticks fell like rain on the eleven waist drums.

　　

　　咚咚咚! Boom boom boom!

　　

　　 A muffled explosion resounded in this small secret room, like a mighty army, and like a raging sea.

　　

　　 At the same time, the purple-clothed woman also shook her head, and saw a cloud-like long hair as if a river rolled upside down, sweeping directly over Liang Yan's head.

　　

　　 Whether it is Lao Chu, the red-faced man, or the woman in purple clothes with strangely long hair, his cultivation has reached the stage of the late foundation stage.

　　

　　 In their hearts, with two fights, if you still can't hold the tender-faced scholar in front of you, then you really have no face to meet people.

　　

　　 Liang Yan's expression is also a little weird, but he secretly thought in his heart: This big world is really nothing strange, and there are women's consorts who make their three thousand green silks as spiritual weapons!

　　

Thinking back, the sword art in Liang Yan's hand did not slow down a bit~lightnovelpub.net~ A silver long sword came out, gently circling in the secret room, and then sent the vast and overwhelming long hair to Cut it into pieces.

　　

　　 "Sword repair!"

　　

Both the purple-clothed woman and the red-faced man were shocked. They had heard about the power of sword repair, but at the moment the arrow was on the string and they had to send it. There was only a narrow and dense path behind them. If they step back, they will be pierced by a flying sword. The end of the heart.

　　

　　 There was no contempt in the hearts of the two, the purple-clothed woman shook her head, and thousands of green silk swept over. She has a special physique, and her long hair has been refined by special methods, so she can break gold and stone long ago, and ordinary spiritual weapons will burst directly when she sweeps it with her long hair.

　　

　　 At this moment, the long hair flying all over the room, the purple-clothed woman did not look for Liang Yan's flying sword, but all kinds of bends and coils, and finally rushed towards Liang Yan's deity.

　　

　　 As for the old Chu, he hammered the eleven waist drums on his waist, and even the two drumsticks in his hands had a faint crack!

　　

　　 Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but the golden light all over his body became richer, and he firmly protected the two behind him inside. At the same time, the sword tactics in his hand suddenly changed, and the fixed light sword was transformed into three, one of which was guarding his side, slicing all the long curled hair, leaving two flying swords as fast as shooting stars, respectively directed at Lao Chu and Lao Chu and The woman in purple shoots away.

　　

"what!"

　　

　　Two silver rainbows flashed by, and the two people standing at the door had no time to react. There was only a scream, and the blood was blasting into the sky, and the two heads flew into the air........