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Chapter 239 Seniors
idiot! !
Yang Liuqing's stern scolding made the three of them panic, but at the same time, they didn't know what was going on.

It stands to reason that everything unfolded in an orderly manner, and those puffing sounds of swords hurting flesh and blood could not be faked.

Could it be that the servants trained by Yang Guosen are not as good as these ordinary people who can't even eat enough.

If this is the case, then the money that Master Yang has spent these years has really been spent on dogs.

The three of them thought to themselves that Yang Liuqing was making a fuss, and on the other hand they secretly speculated maliciously about him.

The four of them studied arts in Heilong Mountain, but Yang Liuqing was so talented and so loved by his master, and then he insisted on going down the mountain that his master couldn't stop him, so the three of them entered the world together.

On weekdays, the three of them can still respectfully say "Senior Sister", but in the hearts of the three of them, they have an inexhaustible disdain for this so-called "Senior Sister".

"Smelly bitches, just relying on their own power and influence, and currying favor with the master, they got a position as a senior sister."

"I put on a stinky face all day long. I really think that my cultivation is the result of my own enlightenment. It's so ridiculous!"

Yang Liuqing ignored the contempt in the eyes of these three people, just when they were delayed for a moment, the quiet fighting in this small fishing village returned to calm.

Late, still late!
Yang Liuqing suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, but there was no one in the quiet fishing village.

She is already in the alchemy realm and has already taken a rough shape in the use of her spiritual consciousness, but what she didn't expect was that she would meet Xu Ming, a pervert tonight.

Not to mention her, even if his master came here, he would not be able to find any trace of Xu Ming under the sweep of his spiritual sense.

Emperor Xingchen's method of reshaping the sea of ​​consciousness is really too weird, and it is even more difficult to distinguish the levels.

But Yang Liuqing, who has been murderous since she was a child, still vaguely sensed that direction with a bit of the sixth sense unique to women, as if someone was slowly approaching them.

Although he couldn't see his figure, the real sense of oppression really existed.

"Who, who is there, come out for this girl!!"

Yang Liuqing's stern voice echoed in the empty and quiet small fishing village, but there was no response for a long time.

Seeing this, the three people behind thought that their senior sister was overly nervous, and that's why they behaved like this, and they hurriedly spoke out.

"Senior Sister, I think you are worrying too much. These unscrupulous people are nothing but tofu in front of those well-trained servants."

"Hmph, tofu?"

"Go to those people's houses and have a look, and talk again!"

The man's face turned red when he heard the words, and seeing Yang Liuqing's determined tone, he quietly walked towards the room closest to him.

Slowly pushing the wooden door open with his hands, the old wooden door made an unpleasant creaking sound.

Originally thought that the people in the fishing village in the house had fallen into a pool of blood as a matter of course, but the scene did not appear, but there were two cold and stiff corpses lying horizontally in the house.

The clothes he was wearing also showed his identity, that he was the servants in Yang's mansion.

Seeing this, the person didn't dare to be careless, and hastily bent down to turn the corpse to the front.

Just at this time, under the cold and strange moonlight, the man could clearly see the last face of Jia Ding before he died.

The original cruelty seemed to be still lurking between the brows, but the sudden panic in his eyes caught him off guard.

His life was frozen in an instant, and the fleshy hole between his eyebrows, which was about as thick as a thumb, was the culprit who took his life away.

Although he just pushed open this room, the situation in the village must be roughly the same as before.

To be able to silently kill so many servants one after another among the three of them, just thinking about this makes this person shudder.

Immediately, he dropped the body in his hands and ran out of the door in a panic.

It seemed that he felt something, and the expression on his face was terrified to the extreme.

puff!
But immediately after a pop, an invisible sharp force burst out from between his eyebrows, bringing out a large amount of bloody things, and then heralded that his life had come to an end.

With a plop, the man rushed forward in front of the remaining three.

The crimson blood snake gushing out of its head made one's scalp tingle in this silent cold night.

The remaining two monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were already in disarray. They never thought that there was actually an invisible killer hidden in this seemingly ordinary fishing village.

The only person present who was calm was probably Yang Liuqing, but her hand holding the scimitar trembled slightly.

"I don't know that the senior is here to clean up and disturb the purity of the senior. The younger generation deserves death, so I will leave now."

Yang Liuqing didn't have the heart to fight, she just wanted to put oil on the soles of her feet after she said a beautiful sentence.

But Xu Ming would not give the three of them a chance, but his figure slowly appeared in the sight of the three of them.

The usual coarse cloth robes, but with a somewhat weird mask painted on his face.

There is no breath in the whole body, and it seems that they are no doubt ordinary people, but the three of them dare not even take a breath.

The accompanying oppressive feeling, as well as the clearly audible smell of blood in the breath, all showed that this person took the lives of an unknown number of people with a knife in his hands tonight.

"Senior, we are Black Dragon Mountain."

The fellow Roshan behind Yang Liuqing just wanted to use the name of Heilongshan to knock the mountain to shake the tiger, but the mysterious man wearing an oil paint mask just raised his hand slightly.

An extremely condensed knife shadow cut off the arm of that meat mountain in an instant.

The blood soaring to the sky spilled all over the ground, and piercing screams could not be restrained from his mouth.

Ah ah ah! !
This made Yang Liuqing and the rest of them put their hearts into their throats. They had been down the mountain for a long time and they were mostly struggling in the world, but they had never seen such a cruel and surly scary person before them.

"What I hate the most in my life is the disciples who pretend to be the masters behind them. This is just a small lesson. If there is a next time."

"What will explode is your head."

Xu Ming slightly pointed his hand at the reckless man whose face was already covered in cold sweat. The severe pain of the broken arm made him suddenly clear his mind.

He struggled with the severe pain and said.

"The lesson of the predecessors is."

Seeing this, Yang Liuqing swallowed with a thud, and then severely suppressed the words that just came to her mouth.

Fortunately, she did not rush out.

Originally, he also wanted to use Heilongshan's relationship to get close to this person, but he didn't expect this mysterious person whose face was covered by an oil paint mask to be so unreasonable.

If there was no junior brother behind him to block this catastrophe for him, she might be the one who lost her arm.

With all this in front of him, Yang Liuqing couldn't help thinking of what his master had said to him when he insisted on going down the mountain.

Based on what I have seen, I am afraid that today is the killing and robbery that the master said
(End of this chapter)