Good morning everyone. Get up in the morning and vote first to ensure that you are full of energy all day. I wrote about the gang and gave me a few more real thoughts.

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In the night, the moonlight is bright.

It should have been a very pleasant night. However, at this time, the shopkeeper trembled and led many friends to stand and dared not move around, and was already sweating profusely.

Tan Weiran took the sword, inserted the scabbard downwards, inserted it into the bluestone slab, and made a crisp sound. It seemed to fall on his heart, causing everyone to tremble involuntarily.

The cold eyes were filled with trembling light, slowly sweeping across everyone.

Tan Weiran pointed to Cheng Hu who was unconscious next to him, and said lightly: "Before I come back tonight, a friend of mine almost lost his life and my sister was kidnapped. It was just because someone among you acted as an eyeliner to monitor me."

Seeing that he was lying still, he could only breathe a little while in his heart. The shopkeeper changed his expression in an instant, and sweat rushed down his forehead wildly. At this time, he knew the reason why Tan Weiran was angry, but this made him even more frightened.

When the inn guests on the roof and wings heard this, they stopped talking in a low voice.

All the guys' legs and necks were trembling, looking at each other, secretly wondering who they were. One of the guys looked bloodless.

"You." Tan Weiran stretched out his hand and grabbed the obviously more fearful guy with his hand.

The guy wailed miserably, wet his pants, knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, his nose and tears were covered in tears: "Customer, I really don't know. I really don't know this... Please spare my life."

Tan Weiran said lightly: "I'll ask you who instructed me."

The guy cried loudly, his face turned pale and limply to the ground. His mouth was trembling for a long time before he swallowed his saliva and said: "Youlong Gang, it's a member of Youlong Gang... Master, don't kill me. I have an old mother above and a three-year-old child below."

Tan Weiran nodded and raised his head, the shopkeeper's face turned pale. He said tremblingly: "Uncle, this has nothing to do with the inn."

"Let me lead the way." Tan Weiran slowly stood up, and the shopkeeper hurriedly did as he did.

Tan Weiran glanced at the guy and said indifferently: "My sister and I didn't jump out of a stone, but were raised by our parents in life." He grabbed it casually and pushed it out. The guy who acted as an eyeliner bleeded blood in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and died on the spot.

A fearful guy pointed at the road along the way and led Tan Weiran to a large mansion. He looked at the handsome young man in horror: "Uncle, this is here."

"Well. Go back. Wait a minute." Tan Weiran suddenly shouted.

The guy's face turned pale in an instant, and his legs kept trembling. But he saw a large piece of gold thrown towards him. He was surprised to see the handsome boy nodding and said, "Thank you."

Tan Weiran pushed the door flatly. It was a burst of true energy that knocked the door down and said without looking back: "Come on? Is it better?"

The wind blew snow like a ghost, "Okay, give me the person." He never thought about helping at this time, just to deal with a small gang that was like a local snake in the city, and was catching a living gate in the cracks. If he had to help all this, it would be too inferior.

This is just a local snake gang that does not follow the right path in the cracks and specializes in the side doors. It is a group of despicable guys. It is not Qingmi City, nor Shenglong City.

Tan Weiran smiled and handed Cheng Hu, who was unconscious, to Feng Chuxue. He stepped into it in one step: "Wait for me to come out."

"Yulong Gang? He is very motivated."

Tan Weiran's mouth was covered with a shallow ray of lightness. He raised his hand and grabbed it with one punch and hit it in the air. It was like a dragon soaring into the clouds and fog, stretching out five claws, leaping into the air and rushing, crushing the courtyard.

As soon as he grabbed it, the entire house in the courtyard collapsed with the storm of boxing.

"Who is it!" "Which family's miscellaneous family!" "Is it because the Hutou Gang called it?"

All kinds of angry curses, mixed with fear, suddenly rang out one after another, accompanied by various whistles.

Several people rushed over, and when they saw Tan Weiran, they cursed in a mess. Tan Weiran punched them and broke the necks of these people.

There is no need for Tan Weiran to hold back when dealing with such a person. It can be said that he will not feel guilty when he sees killing one.

Anyone who ran into the way asked two or three questions about the whereabouts of the gang boss, Tan Weiran would kill him casually, without any intention of showing mercy. As he went deeper, the places where Tan Weiran had walked gradually left behind corpses on the ground.

This kind of local small gang is essentially a group of gangsters. They bully the market and are just ordinary, occupying and robbing normal business, extorting others, and even robbing and exploiting benefits. This is the way for these local small gangs to survive.

To say that one does everything evil is an exaggeration. People in this kind of gang are not qualified to do everything evil, but it is precisely this kind of person who has caused the most harm to ordinary people. Because from the day of their birth, this kind of small gang is born to always rely on exploiting ordinary people to make a living.

In particular, most of the members of this kind of small gang have practiced, and most of them have gone to the Vision Realm of Human Realm. With this kind of force, it is a dead end to dealing with monks. When facing ordinary people, they have huge military advantages, which makes ordinary people dare not speak out.

No matter how many flowers praise or embellish it, it cannot hide its side as a dregs of society.

People in this type of people are always complacent and boast about "the righteousness often kills dogs." In fact, they don't understand at all. This is a heroic and slutty among the people, not a bastard who squeezes bones and marrows.

He pushed two gangs with the Tongxuan realm into one hand and flew out like a meteor, hitting the wall with a broken bone and shattering it.

He turned around and slapped the three of them in the face, and walked around for a few times. His neck had almost twisted into a twist shape and fell down with a bang.

The remaining gangsters were all frightened and slowly retreated, and they didn't dare to step forward.

Tan Weiran said lightly: "Where is your gang leader?" He stepped forward, and the people hurriedly retreated for a walk in horror.

"The leader of the gang has not come back yet." Someone answered nervously.

Silence? Escape? Tan Weiran guessed it with just one thought. If he wasn't silenced, he wouldn't come back at all when he saw the opportunity, but ran away directly.

Tan Weiran expected it was right. The leader of the gang had some wink. As a local snake, how could he not know that he had a battle with Yan Duwu during the day? How could he be able to offend a mere Qi Realm? Naturally, he would have escaped with the spirit stone.

Tan Weiran suddenly showed his teeth, and his white teeth accompanied Senran: "Very good, you can die."

Concentrating the true energy, instantly raised his hand and unsheathed his sword. In the blink of an eye, the Bashi Sword turned into a magnificent glory, covering most of the mansion. With a bang, the whole mansion erupted like a volcano.

Tan Weiran suddenly appeared again, put away his sword and returned to the sheath, turned around and walked leisurely.

The remaining dozens of figures remained motionless like sculptures. A gust of night wind blew, and the dozens of people burst into countless flesh and blood.

When he arrived outside the house, Feng Chuxue was sitting cross-legged at the intersection, and seized time to treat his injuries. He looked up and did not open his mouth, his eyes moved. Tan Weiran knew the intention and shook his head: "The clue is broken."

Feng Chuxue frowned: "Do you have to wait for the other party to come to find you?"

"No, of course not." Tan Weiran asked himself that he didn't like being passive, so of course he had to take the initiative: "I'll go to Heilou and Yanyulou to inquire about the news."

"Black Building?" Feng Chuxue was puzzled.

"It's a black store." Tan Weiran explained. In fact, there are differences. Black stores are loose alliances, and the integrated black store is a close and powerful organization. However, there is no need to say much at this time.

"No matter what, let's go first."

Feng Chuxue and Cheng Hu disappeared shortly after disappearing, Tan Weiran shook his body and disappeared along with him.

A strong man from Lingyou flew over from a distance and landed on the roof of the street. Looking at the ruins, he showed anger: "Three Democratizations and Five Orders, no massacres are allowed during the Martial Arts Conference, but it is still..."

Just as he saw Tan Weiran and Feng Chuxue's figures, the Lingyou strong man snorted coldly, shook himself and followed him forward.

After a while, the Lingyou strong man followed him to a valley outside the city.

He fell into the valley, and two figures floated out, intercepting their ways: "You have followed us for a long time, and it's time to explain it."

The Lingyou strong man snorted and glanced at the two of them, but did not recognize Feng Chuxue, who had become dirty in white clothes, and said coldly: "Who killed the hundreds of people in the house before? I will go with me obediently."

Tan Weiran shrugged: "I don't understand, why?"

The Lingyou strong man was furious and said sternly: "Not allowed during the martial arts performance conference..."

"Wait!" Tan Weiran reached out and pressed her hands, and a stream of clear light surged up: "You don't know why I wanted to kill those people?"

The Lingyou strong man said coldly: "I don't care about the life and death of those mortals. This is the rule of the Martial Arts Conference. It is a rule, so it must be implemented according to the rules."

Tan Weiran stood still and said, "I'm not available for the time being. I'm asking me to explain, it's not that I can't do it. I'll talk about it when I finish the work."

The strong man from Lingyou laughed wildly: "Rules are rules, how can they be changed because of you, a little guy..."

Feng Chuxue's sword clanging in his palm was unsheathed, condensing the breath of the sword spirit. The voice of the strong Lingyou man stopped abruptly, and a lot of cold sweat burst out from behind. At this time, he found that his whole body was shrouded in a terrifying sword spirit, and he wanted to turn around but could not.

Almost at the same time, Tan Weiran stepped forward and showed a fierce and fierce look, facing each other as low as the lion king roared: "I just talked to you by following the rules and reasoning, so I talked nonsense to you. Otherwise..."

Gentle five fingers wrapped around ten thousand fist intentions, gently pressing the neck of the strong man Lingyou. Tan Weiran punched down without any concealing the fierce light!

The Lingyou strong man groaned and punched Tan Weiran in an instant. When he turned around and wanted to escape, Tan Weiran drifted a little, and the wind blew with snow and returned to the snow at night. He was like mercury pouring down the ground.

The Lingyou strong man groaned and sprayed blood, his eyes filled with horror: "Ice and Snow Sword Soul, you are Feng Blossoming!"

Almost at the same time, a completely different sword spirit breath was suffocatingly overwhelmed.

The Lingyou strong man almost lost his soul, his neck twisted slowly and his face turned gray as he saw him.

Tan Weiran drew his sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword condensed with purple.
Chapter completed!