Chapter 36 Killing

"Looking for death." Zhao Qianyang shouted coldly, raised his foot and kicked out, like lightning, and then came first.

"Kka." A few crisp sounds were the sound of broken ribs. With a sad scream, he flew out on Tuesday, and his chest was kicked down. The three gangsters looked at Zhao Qianyang's fierceness and took out a dagger to stab Zhao Qianyang without saying a word.

Zhao Qianyang punched and kicked, and the speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, the three gangsters flew out backwards and collapsed to the ground. They twitched all over in pain and cried for their father and mother. Zhao Qianyang walked to Tuesday's side, grabbed his collar and grabbed him. Tuesday's face was covered with bean-sized sweat, and his face could not stand the pain and twisted. His teeth kept trembling because of fear. Although he was usually extremely fierce, this touched more ruthless than him. As long as he lowered him, he became more timid than anyone else. At this moment, he was even afraid to breathe.

"What did you do to the old man just now?" Zhao Qianyang asked harshly.

"I...I. Uncle, I'll return all the money to you... Just be kind, forgive me... Give me a break." Tuesday, my chest was painful, and I spoke intermittently. But he didn't dare not answer. He trembled and took out a charm money from his arms and handed it to Zhao Qianyang pitifully.

"You don't want to do it, I'll give it to you." Zhao Qianyang grabbed Fu Qian and opened Tuesday's mouth, rubbed Fu Qian into a ball and stuffed it into Tuesday's mouth. On Tuesday, he turned his head desperately, but Zhao Qianyang's hand was like a pair of iron pliers, firmly trapped him.

After the Fu money was put into Tuesday's mouth, Zhao Qianyang was angry and released his soul power, and directly sent the Fu money to Tuesday's throat. He stretched out his hand and threw Tuesday to the ground.

Tuesday's eyes widened in horror, and his legs pedalled hard. He pinched his neck with one hand and buckled his throat with the other. He became more and more impatient. The expression on his face changed from red to purple, from purple to black, and finally straightened on the ground and did not move. The three hoodlums looked at Zhao Qianyang in consternity, and their faces were ashes. They didn't expect that Zhao Qianyang would dare to kill people in public. They only felt that their pores all over their bodies stood up and their backs were cold.

"Well killed, if this kind of scum falls into my mother's hands, the end will be even worse." The Phantom came over.

With the death on Tuesday, Zhao Qianyang's anger subsided most of the time. Seeing the Phantom coming, he hurriedly asked, "Sister Ying, how is the old man's injury?"

The Phantom smiled faintly and said, "I used Fudan to relieve his injury, and he will recover for a while."

The production method of Fudan is very simple. Add some spells to remove impurities in the medicinal materials, improve the medicinal effect, and condense and shape the medicinal herbs with soul power. Of course, this is the most common Fudan, but it is much better than the golden sore medicine.

The Phantom glanced at the gangsters lying on the ground and gave a mysterious smile. A trace of soul power quietly came out. She laughed and said, "You guys are going to lie like this all the time."

Zhao Qianyang said, "Get out of here quickly."

The three gangsters were pardoned. After being grateful, they rolled and crawled away, regardless of the bodies on the ground on Tuesday.

After Zhao Qianyang learned that the old man was fine, he was in a much better mood. I'm full of wine and food, and I don't plan to go to the restaurant again. Near dusk, the two wandered in the street for a while and then returned to the silk farm.

The house of Pengyuan Martial Arts Hall is green brick and green tiles, with four corners stretched high, and hundreds of strong men in the martial arts arena, ** wearing upper body, sweating profusely and shouting loudly. Sun Peng sat on a red sandalwood chair at the far end, wearing a cyan embroidered tiger robe shining a cold light under the afterglow of the sun. His shoulders were wide and fat, tall and powerful. The national character face, thick lips, long nose of the eagle hook, the eyes are bright, and the black and bright. A pair of thick eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, and a long brown hair was sprinkled casually, adding some power to him.

Sun Yuanpeng held a bowl of strong tea in his hand, looked at his disciples, and raised a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth. Although he could not cultivate his soul, he taught so many children in this Lingxiang City. His power slowly developed, and he lived a happy life. A man in gray quickly walked outside the door. Sun Yuanpeng saw him at a glance. The man walked to Sun Yuanpeng, bowed respectfully, and then whispered a few words in Sun Yuanpeng's ear.

Sun Yuanpeng frowned and stood up. "Okay, let's break up. That's all for today."

"Yes, curator."

After a while, these men packed up their things, exchanged greetings with each other, and left the Pengyuan Martial Arts Museum.

"This useless thing was actually killed. First send someone to find out who did it, and now where has he fled. He dares to be so bold in Lingxiang City. I think he is impatient to live. Sun Pengyuan was very angry. His sister and brother-in-law had gone away, leaving a little blood in the world. Although this nephew often caused him trouble outside, there was also such a blood relationship. If you can't sit back and ignore your nephew's death, not to mention that you can't afford it, even this Pengyuan Martial Arts Museum can't be opened in the future. Sun Pengyuan is at least half a soul practitioner. Although his soul power has not been condensed and formed for a long time, decades of uninterrupted practice has made his soul power very strong. Few people can pay attention to Sun Yuanpeng in this small Lingxiang City.

Several people came in carrying Tuesday's body. Sun Yuanpeng walked in and observed it carefully. On Tuesday, his face was dark, his ribs were broken, and a rune money was stuck in his throat. It can be seen that this man is very good at kung fu, and his action is clean and neat, very fierce. He sent someone to buy a coffin and put it in Tuesday.

Zhao Qianyang has not practiced the soul mantra for many days. The phantom seems to be a little impatient, and the other room is useless.

The phantom released its soul power to make a boundary in the room and separated from the outside. Then he sat down next to Zhao Qianyang and slowly closed his eyes, with a little excitement on his face. Waiting for the soul curse to be baptized his soul, this feeling has made her slowly addicted.

Zhao Qianyang's mind is in his body, and his second practice of the soul mantra is really different from the past. During meditation, the soul curse flashed outside his body, colorful and dazzling. Every spell is the same substance. The charm turned around Zhao Qianyang, and the phantom leaned slightly to Zhao Qianyang, with a satisfied and comfortable smile on the corners of his mouth, like a spring breeze, very intoxicated.

After a long time, the Phantom's mind gradually became empty. Since the Phantom refined the soul, there has been no such feeling. This made her feel very surprised and happy. The Phantom knew that her soul had been completely pure, and the soul curse had no original effect for her, but the comfort of her soul made her reluctant to leave.

When Zhao Qianyang practiced the soul mantra, he slowly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the outside world, but his own body. This internal vision is different from the last internal vision. It can clearly feel the changes in the body, feel the breathing of each cell, and the pores are very comfortable. The seven-color soul power is fused into the blood and flows quietly in the blood vessels. The heart beats very slowly, but every time it is full of strength. There was a faint coolness from the necklace on his chest.

Zhao Qianyang suddenly thought that he could separate these seven-color soul power into seven forces. All his knowledge is passed on to him by Wu Xiao and the Phantom. What he has learned is limited, and many things are tried by himself. With the help of the sect, Zhao Qianyang's strength will be more than a thousand miles a day.

Zhao Qianyang slowly integrated his mind into the soul power, and the seven-color soul power clearly appeared in front of his eyes, with light flowing and unpredictable. Zhao Qianyang gently pulled out a red soul power and separated it separately, but the single red soul power slowly turned into a small seven-color soul power. Zhao Qianyang did not give up and tried other colors of soul power. However, as long as the soul power is pulled out alone, it will slowly change into seven colors. The soul power is getting smaller and smaller, and Zhao Qianyang has never brought out the soul power of a single color.