The Changle Gang is the most crowded gang in Chang'an City. Recently, he received a big order. Someone came to the gang and wanted to gather more than a dozen gang members to go to a place to block the streets.

They asked where it was.

The visitor said: "Ziwu Lane."

Then no one dared to stand out. The place was an ordinary alley half a month ago, and anyone could enter and exit at will. However, as the number one gang in Chang'an City, the news is more informative than ordinary people. Now the Jinyiwei is reopened, and Ziwu Lane, as the location of Jinyiwei, is naturally famous in Chang'an.

Just kidding, Ziwu Lane is now the Hall of Hell, whoever goes there will die quickly.

Never go.

The visitor looked at the retreating people and took out gold from his purse calmly.

Everyone present changed their retreat just now and was frantically trying to sign up to go.

After selecting more than a dozen people, the visitor led them to Ziwu Lane.

Zhang Si is one of them. He originally didn't want to come to the Hall of Hell, but those sour scholars who like to study poorly said that having money can make the devil push the mill. I don't know what it means, but they used it here to tell themselves.

Zhang Si’s task today is very simple than usual. He just boils water on this tea stall. He always pays attention to the end of the alley. Any abnormal situations that people coming out of the door must report to the upper level.

Then Zhang Si burned the water in the water tank for unknown amount, from daytime to evening, from sunrise to sunset, but no one came out of that door, let alone humans, and mice.

After pouring the last bucket of water into the iron pot, Zhang Si sat there like the previous few times, looking around his eyes and sweeping through the door from time to time to ensure that nothing was happening.

I probably won't be able to come out, and I don't know when I can go back.

Zhang Si thought there, what should I cook for my younger brother when I go back tonight, but my younger brother mentioned that he wanted to eat candy. Since the silver price is over today, I will bring one for my younger brother when I go back.

Thinking of this, Si was in a good mood.

Just as Zhang Si was thinking about things, the door at the end of Ziwu Lane opened.

Two people walked out of it, wearing red official uniforms, which were particularly conspicuous.

Wang Yi and Ma Shun stood in Ziwu Lane, outside the gate of the Jinyiwei, and instantly felt countless gazes looking at them.

The two looked at the people in the alley calmly. There were quite a few people. Unfortunately, there were no practitioners. Wang Yi thought of it with some regret.

The spring breeze of Chang'an City blew through every corner of the alley, through the leaves, and through the gaps of the house, and through everyone's heart.

The alleys of Ziwu are terrifyingly quiet.

The night wind suddenly blew through everyone.

A tense atmosphere spread in the alley. On the tea stall in the distance, the sunset shone there, and the shadow fell on the earth in the alley. Before it disappeared, a light flashed by.

It means there are weapons or sharp blades there, and the identity of the person who comes is not simple.

Zhang Si and the others were so scared that they didn't dare to move. The two people in front of them were living officials of the Jinyiwei. Who was not afraid of them? So Zhang Gouzi and the others didn't dare to move.

Everyone stopped moving and were waiting for an opportunity.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work from daytime to evening." Wang Yi said apologetically on his face: "I just got up, I'm sorry, I'll be grateful, and I'll be grateful."

Everyone present was confused. Could it be that we were really waiting for him?

Everyone looked at the tea stall in the distance. The three people were drinking tea. One was a little thin, the other was burly, and the other was enchanting. It showed that this person was a

woman.

That is their boss today.

"It's okay, Lord Wang is really polite." A thin man turned around at the tea stall and said to Wang Yi: "So is Lord Wang ready to go on the road?"

After saying that, the two people in the same seat stood up at the same time and took out their weapons from under the table.

"Ha, it's okay, but the coffin I prepared for the three of you should be ready." Wang Yi looked at the three people in front of him, gave Ma Shun a look, and stepped on him to make sure that the other party was really a few people from the world who had not practiced.

Ma Shun gave Wang Yi a positive look.

After Wang Yi got the answer, he drew a Taoist sword from his waist. It was a sword he had just found in the arsenal. It is said that it was the former sword of the commander of the Jinyiwei.

"Hey, then who will come first."

The thin and thin men just heard this when they saw Wang Yi rushing towards the three of them, with a long sword in his way and heading straight to the tea stall.

The three of them jumped up outside the tea stall and rushed out. They turned over and wrapped Wang Yi in the middle. Obviously, the three of them had enough combat experience.

The Changle Gangs around him were also fleeing in all directions.

Ma Shun was extremely calm here, not because he didn't want to go up to help, but there was an old man looking at him with a smile on the stone not far away.

What an annoying guy.

"Why don't Master Ma play a role in cultivating his sentiment? How about the game of chess?" the old man shouted to Ma Shun.

Ma Shun looked at the four people fighting not far away and found that Wang Yi was not at a disadvantage, so he just played a big game today.

Ma Shun walked to the old man, sat cross-legged, pointed to the chessboard, and said to the old man: "Mr. Zhuge, please."

"Haha, Lord Ma still recognized me." The old man said something, but the white piece in his hand fell on the chessboard.

"Click."

A crack appeared in the stone under Ma Shun. However, Ma Shun was not panicked at all. He threw the black spot in his hand and landed not far from Bai Zi.

"puff."

Wang Yi's Taoist sword penetrated into the burly man's chest with one sword. He kicked the burly man or pulled out the Taoist sword. The burly man threw away the weapon in his hand and covered his wounds, causing great pain.

Wang Yi put the Taoist sword across his chest, and the blood slowly dripped down, drop by drop on the ground.

The other two men did not give up the attack, but instead became more and more fierce.

Wang Yi once again opened the distance and after warming up, he always tried his own realm.

The Taoist sword was taken back by Wang Yi and the woman took this opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Wang Yi. Wang Yi looked at the woman, waved his right hand, and the secretly condensed spiritual energy sprinkled out, hitting the woman heavily.

The woman flew high like a kite, landing not far away. After struggling for a few times, there was no movement.

Only a thin man was left present.

"You are a practitioner!" The thin man seemed to have seen something incredible and received a blow. He stopped the action that he wanted to attack at the beginning. He knew that no matter how much he did at this time, it was meaningless. In the face of absolute power, everything was in vain.

"It's a bit late to know." Wang Yi looked at the woman falling from a distance, and then looked at the man who had lost his fighting spirit. It turned out that this was what a mortal looked like in front of a practitioner. It was so pitiful.

"Then we will invite you to the Jinyiwei to chat."

Wang Yi's hand was full of energy, and his spiritual energy flew with the Dao Sword. The Dao Sword was inserted into the thin man's leg, abolishing his walking ability.

After looking at Ma Shun's direction again, he knew that there was just a battle there, and he probably couldn't get involved, so he might as well take these people back.

Wang Yi walked towards the three of them, and suddenly a sword light flew from not far away, and Wang Yi had to dodge sideways.

Not far away, a middle-aged man stood under the tree with a knife in his hand, looking at everything in the alley coldly. A terrifying wave came from him.

A big guy came. Judging from the sword light just now, this person's realm was far higher than that of himself.

What should I do? Ma Shun is also fighting, and it seems that he can't come to support him. Just now, Lord Lu Zhong and Lord Lu went to the imperial prison to interrogate the prison, but he couldn't come here. Is there really no way out?

On the other side of the alley, dozens of men in black sneaked into Ziwu Lane against the night, jumped up onto the wall quickly, and surrounded Wang Yi in place.

"The Jinyiwei, but this is really vulnerable." A disdainful voice sounded, and it came from the middle-aged man's mouth to Wang Yi's ears.

This action was beyond his expectations. I thought that the Jinyiwei would send someone to rescue him, but thinking that Lu Zhong and Lord Lu had a very little chance of winning against him, but now it seems that he could not come here.

The action was really smooth.

"I agree with this." A voice came from the end of the alley. The business was very light, just like the spring breeze.

The middle-aged man tightly held the hilt of the knife in his hand and stared at the direction where the sound came out. It was where the Jinyiwei was, but he could not sense the position of the person who was talking at all.

Waiting to continuously magnify the fear in the middle-aged man's heart, and also make the men in black on the wall nervous for a moment.

"Squeak."

The gate of the Jinyiwei slowly opened. Wang Yi turned his head and looked. Lu Zhong walked out in his own flying fish suit. The Jinyiwei people followed him and rushed out.

"Many people say that my Jinyiwei is the Hall of the King of Hell. Since that's the case, there will be no living person going out." Lu Zhong looked at the middle-aged man holding the hilt tightly and sighed that it's so good to be young. Even holding the knife can be so hard.

The spring breeze blew through the middle-aged man's skin, but it made him feel chill and could only lift the knife in his hand to cover up the feeling.

If you talk a little too much, then do it.

I saw two afterimages meet together, the battle between the sword and the embroidered spring sword is together, and countless spring breezes surround the two, blowing their clothes...

The streets under the two of them could not withstand their fight, and they were shattered together at this time. The surrounding walls began to crack.

Lu Zhong lined up his palms on the blade. The middle-aged man was hit by a strong energy and spit out a mouthful of blood. The knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a jingle.

Lu Zhong patted his sleeves, as if he was doing a random move, but under the flying fish, Lu Zhong's hands could not stop trembling, as if he was a little exhausted.

The battle between the men in black and the Jinyiwei on the wall was one-sided. After all, the Jinyiwei was well prepared and was waiting for them to take the bait, so the Jinyiwei's methods emerged one after another.

Wang Yi came to the woman and inputted spiritual energy into her body to treat the woman.

In front of practitioners, as long as they do not die in an instant, no matter how serious a mortal is, they can be saved.

"Ahem."

The woman spitted out a few mouthfuls of blood, which meant that the woman was not in danger of life for the time being, and she was considered to have come alive.

Wang Yi stood up and looked at the thin man lying on the ground and the burly man lying on the ground and the sword stabbed to death by his own sword. He was a little dazed for a moment. The power of the practitioner is really great.
Chapter completed!