Chapter 142 Out

Two steps out of the city master's mansion and standing on a towering ancient tree not far from the city master's mansion, Yang Huang's wrists gently shook, and the black condensed bracelet flew out by itself, suspended in front of Yang Huang, swaying up and down, like a little snake, twisting back and forth.

But a moment later, the black gas suddenly trembled and shook violently, and then turned into a straight black arrow and flew north with a ssh.

Yang Huang was not surprised by this series of changes. What he used is the longest tracking technique in the world of cultivation. This kind of magic has little effect on people of the same level, but it is extremely easy to deal with people who are lower than their own cultivation, or people in the secular world. The method used to find the 20 assassins before is similar. It's just that he directly aroused the evil spirit in Zhang San's heart and drove Zhang San to take them to the hiding place of those assassins.

Yang Huang came to jump back and forth on the ancient trees and followed the black gas to the north. Fortunately, at this time, the people in the city were panicked because of the upcoming war, and no one had time to look up at the sky, otherwise they would cause riots again.

For good, although Hengjiangcheng is big, it is nothing to Yang Huang. In just a few minutes, the black gas came to a private house and surrounded it twice, and then completely dissipated.

"I saw those people here!" Yang Huang stood on the top of the tree in the distance and glanced at the private house coldly. Compared with the house where the previous 20 assassins lived, this private house obviously trembled a lot, but it was more secretive. In particular, it is located in the poorest north district in Hengjiang City, which is difficult to imagine that they will succumb to this as they are the most!

The idea turned around, and Yang Huang fell a little under his feet. He walked to the door and patted twice. No one answered in the room, and Yang Huang was not in a hurry and stood at the door.

After waiting for five minutes, the door creaked open. An old man in plain clothes leaned out half of his body, first looked curiously at Yang Huang, and then said, "What's wrong with this gentleman?"

"I'm going to come to your stew!" Yang Huang smiled and said, "Let him come out to see me!"

"I'm afraid you found the wrong place. I'm the only old man here, the doorman here, and there is no steward you're looking for!" After saying that, the old man withdrew and closed the door to refuse the guests.

But I only heard Yang Huang laugh twice: "Listen to what you said, I'm more interested in your employer, but I don't know which one has such a big hand and wants a golden master to watch the door for him!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately stopped his action, and a faint murder appeared in his eyes: "Kid, talk about it. Who sent you and what's the purpose!"

"You're kidding!" Yang Huang shook his head and said, "I've already told you that I'm here to see you. I think you'd better go and spread it quickly. Otherwise, I will go in and find him by myself!"

"What a big tone!" The old man finally got angry and the tiger's body shook. The seemingly dry body grew stronger in an instant, and his hands, which had been curled up in his sleeves, finally came out.

What kind of hands are those? The fingers are no longer human fingers, but like raptor's claws, shining with a dark metallic luster. In particular, the sharp fingertips are like small guns, which makes people feel a faint pain on the body, not to mention being really stabbed. It is definitely five holes.

"I'll ask you one more time, who sent you here!" The old man's voice became more and more silent, and his eyes emitted gray cold light. Looking at Yang Huang as if he were looking at a dead man. It seems that as long as Yang Huang's answer does not satisfy him, he will poke Yang Huang with his finger.

Seeing this situation, Yang Huang gradually stopped smiling and shook his head: "It seems that you want me to find it myself!" After saying that, he really walked to the house and ignored the old man in front of him.

Seeing Yang Huang's behavior, the old man couldn't laugh or cry, and he said that this boy would not be a fool. Otherwise, this situation has long been scared and begging for mercy. Now it's good, and naturally he walks into the house by himself.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Naturally, I have a hundred ways for you to speak!" Thinking about it, the old man's reaction was not slow. Just as Yang Huang stepped over the threshold and was about to enter the house, the old man finally took action: "Die!"

There are no moves, just a simple grasp. The old man has determined that Yang Huang is just a stupid and bold man without any martial arts. Therefore, this scratch is to grab his shoulder, in order to make Yang Huang fully experience the pain.

After all, he is not interested in Yang Huang. He is interested in the person behind Yang Huang. Because even he couldn't figure out how their whereabouts were so secret that someone could find them out.

Having said that, how powerful is a golden warrior? I'm afraid that even the hardest rock will be pinched into powder, let alone a person's shoulder. So if he catches him, Yang Huang's shoulder may not be much stronger than that of the rock.

"Noise!" Seeing the menaging old man, Yang Huang just said lightly. Then he slowly raised his left hand and pushed forward.

At first, the old man didn't understand what Yang Huang was doing in front of him. But the next moment something terrible happened. The old man only felt a twist in the space in front of him, and the next moment a huge force suddenly rushed over. This time, it is no less than the full blow of a golden master.

But in such a short distance, such a hasty and energetic time, such an understated palm. It shows the fact that the person in front of him is no longer comparable to him!

But there are all kinds of medicine in the world, but there is no medicine for regret. It's too late for the old man to run again. I didn't even have time to make a wailing, only to hear a muffled sound. The old man was shot out like a shell. The huge force crashed him directly into the house behind him. But it was not over. After flying straight out and washing down dozens of houses behind him, the old man turned over a few times, fell heavily on the ground and fainted.

"What kind of person!" With such a huge noise, the people in the room can continue to sit down to make a ghost. With a roar, more than a dozen figures jumped out of the room that was knocked out of a big hole by the old man. A detailed count, no more, no less, just twelve.

These twelve people are all cultivated during the golden period. The murderous spirit on his body may not be seen by others, but Yang Huang can clearly see the black gas emerging from several people. Among them, there were also undeads jumping back and forth, but they could not escape a foot from their side.

"Thirteen!" Yang Huang flicked his finger and said, "Say, what are you all from! I'm afraid that the murder on his body is not an unknown person!"

"Who are you again!" Among the twelve people, the leader is a burly man like a black bear: "We, the thirteen Taibao, have countless enemies. But I think I haven't had a relationship with you. Why did you do such a vicious thing to my brother as soon as you came up? Don't you really pay attention to me?

At this time, two people have brought back the old man who was knocked unconscious by Yang Huang. The old man's chest had collapsed, and the white bones even punctured his clothes and exposed them. Fortunately, this old man is a master of the golden age. If his realm is slightly lower than the front line, I'm afraid he has already been photographed as a scum!

Seeing the old man's tragic situation, the murderous Thirteen Taibao couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. They are not surprised by the blood in front of them. But because the old man's injury was just slapped by the teenager in front of him. I'm afraid that this teenager's cultivation has reached a height beyond their reach, and a word has emerged in these people's hearts at the same time.

Realist!

"Are you a true person?" Heng Lei shouted angrily: "How dare you practitioners openly interfere in our secular affairs? Don't you talk about any rules?"

"Rules?" Yang Huang laughed and said, "Your martial arts forces still tell us the rules. Don't you know that the rules are set by people with big fists?" Yang Huang changed his words and said, "But today I will give you a chance to live. As long as you cooperate obediently, I promise that you will have countless benefits!"

Benefits? What benefits! Take it out and show it to us first. The Lord made us spend a lot of money to invite our 13 Taibao. Do you think we will believe it with a few words on your mouth? One of the twelve people came out. The little man was short and a five-inch nail. But his eyes were full of ** evil and conspiracy, and his evil spirit was no less than others, even the heaviest of the twelve. These black evil spirits were entangled with a pink breath, and those were the resentment left by the women who were bullied to death by him.

"Oh?" Yang Huang looked at him faintly: "You said very well. What's your name?"

"Hey!" The five-inch nail was suddenly smiled worse than crying by Yang Huang and said proudly, "My name is Ding Wucun. You can remember it in the future. I am the third in the 13th Taibao!"

"Five-inch nail, Ding five inches!" Yang Huang nodded: "This name is quite suitable for you, but it's not enough to write it down. After all, I'm not very interested in remembering the name of a dead person!"

"Dead people?" Ding Wucun was stunned and shouted angrily, "What do you want to do!"