In the city lord's palace, Pang Qing, a martial arts idiot, was sitting next to the red wooden pillars in the corridor. He watched Shen Qi scolding a famous craftsman for opening the stone door of the secret passage under the pond. He was wondering why these people were so stupid and why didn't they just blow it up? Opening the stone door, what was the point of wasting all the effort? He pouted his lips with some boredom, thinking about when he should get up and go back to his room, and when he should leave for Beijing.

No head was found in Shiyan, not in Zuiyue Tower, not in the City Lord's Mansion, and not high up on the towers of Yuecheng.

Every injustice has a head, and every debt has a creditor. Without a head, the debt is not to the right creditor.

Staring at Shen Qi coldly for a while, Pang Qing sighed. It doesn't matter. Anyway, he killed important people related to the mission goal. Even if he killed the wrong one, he still killed the right one. After calming down, he was about to get up and go back. Fang, suddenly stopped abruptly, and the corner of his mouth curved up in a disdainful arc, "It's a bit interesting."

A green shadow flashed across the roof of the city lord's palace, and a black iron dart shot out.

Duh! The dart passed by Pang Qing's eyes and penetrated deeply into the wooden pillar.

Pang Qing pulled out the black iron dart, took out the light yellow paper on the head of the dart, opened the paper and glanced at it, the playful look on his face became more intense, "It's so damn interesting!"

There was only one sentence on the note, "I want to beat you to death to avenge my mother, do you dare to come?"

Even if Pang Qing just glanced at it, he immediately knew who wrote the note.

Because he has only killed one woman recently, the proprietress of Zuiyue Tower.

Obviously, the one who wants to avenge my mother is naturally the son of the landlady, the dabbler who possesses the Sleeping Arhat Fist.

But he clearly remembered that the proprietress fell off the cliff with a half-baked bag on her back. How could he avenge his mother?

After crumpling the note into a ball and throwing it away, Pang Qing moved his shoulders and neck a few times, then suddenly rushed towards the roof where the green shadow was passing by. He raised his right foot and stepped hard on the railing under the eaves. With a leap of strength, he jumped to the roof, glanced around, and finally saw the cyan afterimage four roofs away. The figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already on the roof where the cyan afterimage was.

The cyan afterimage didn't seem to care at all that Pang Qing was chasing after him. He turned his back to Pang Qing and sneered. When Pang Qing reached out to grab it, he suddenly disappeared, leaving only a shadow stream like a green stream.

Pang Qing's claw missed, he was not angry but happy, his eyes were shining and he said, "It's really interesting...chasing the wind and walking on the dragon's steps? It's really fate, and no mountain can stop it! It should be mine, or mine!"

As soon as the words rang out, Pang Qing's figure had already disappeared from the place, and turned into a stream of gray shadows, chasing the azure figure at high speed.

From the east to the west of the city, from the south to the north, the beautiful green shadow finally stopped on the roof of Zuiyue Tower, fell to the backyard, pulled off the white gauze on her face, revealing Tao Niang's pretty face as cold as frost, and looked back Pang Qing, who followed closely, walked slowly towards Yan Qi, who was lying on his side on a pile of wine jars, pursed his lips and said, "You really don't want my help?"

"This is a duel between men. It's meaningless for you to interfere..." Yan Qi picked up a jar of burning knives, raised it high, poured water down, opened his mouth and swallowed a few times, and then took the empty jar of wine freely. He threw it and smashed it in the courtyard. He said with a frown, "Xiao Jia, this liar, really doesn't have a word of truth in his mouth. He also said that drinking like this is so good that he can't open his eyes and his nose is full of wine. It's so good." fart!"

"Anyway, you don't need to open your eyes to hit someone, and even if you open your eyes, it's not much different from not opening your eyes. Don't worry about this..." Tao Niang gave a rare smile, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

He said calmly, "He's here... You fight slowly, and I'll cook the noodles for you. Drinking without eating will hurt your stomach!"

"Older women just feel sorry for others..." Yan Qi stared at Tao Niang's back and smiled warmly, then moved his gaze to the roof directly in front, his smile suddenly faded, and he said coldly, "Here we come.

Just come down and have a fight... If you stand so high, you will die if you fall!"

Pang Qing put his hands behind his back and fell into the courtyard. He stared at Yan Qi with interest and said, "Are you not dead? Did you survive the catastrophe? Or did you die with a fake one?"

"None of your business!" Yan Qi picked up another wine jar and drank a few gulps. He held the edge of the wine jar with his right hand, flicked it with all his strength, and flew parallel to Pang Qing, who was ten feet away.

His eyes were cold and he said, "I only know that you will die today!"

Pang Qing smashed the wine jar with his fist, glanced at the pile of wine jars under Yan Qi, and said with a crooked mouth, "Can you still hit me after drinking so much wine?"

Yan Qi looked sideways at Pang Qing, raised his fingers and said, "How about... give it a try?"

"Try it!" Pang Qing chuckled and suddenly appeared in front of Yan Qi. He raised his right foot and stepped hard on Yan Qi's chest and abdomen.

Yan Qi twisted his body and instantly slid out to the left like a swimming fish. When he left the wine jar hill, he picked up a jar of burning knives, lay lazily under a locust tree, and opened the lid of the wine jar.

, raised his head, swallowed a few more strong drinks, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "You didn't drink either, how come your accuracy is so poor!"

Pang Qing crushed several jars of strong wine, frowned, and suddenly came to Yan Qi again. He flew up with his right foot, and the shadow of his leg fell down as fast as lightning. He said in a cold voice, "Electric Light Poison Dragon Diamond!"

Yan Qi clamped the trunk of the locust tree between his legs and slid upwards. His right hand turned into a cup shape and slashed towards Pang Qing's face. He sneered, "Your Poison Dragon Diamond is different from what Xiao Jia said. I'm afraid you just learned a fake move."

Bar!"

Pang Qing blocked with his arms crossed, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Now I've caught you, this little loach..." His left hand turned into a claw and dug into Yan Qi's right arm, and his right hand held Yan Qi's wrist.

He turned around, fell down angrily, and shouted, "The Overlord removes his armor!"

Bang! Yan Qi fell heavily, breaking dozens of floor tiles. He slapped the ground with both hands and stood up straight. However, when he saw Pang Qing attacking again, he hurriedly crossed his hands in front of him to protect him.

"Wrap silk and fold hands!" Pang Qing's right palm was tightly wrapped around Yan Qi's wrist, wrapped around it several times, his palms were folded, and a strong force came out of Yan Qi's vest. He was unforgiving, and then stepped forward, the shadow of his fist was like a swift shadow,

The palm prints fell on Yan Qi like a gust of wind, and he shouted softly, "Splitting Mountain Palm! Collapse Mountain Palm! Subduing the dragon, subduing the tiger! Exploring the horse's paw, welcoming the door with the iron fan! Three points of the hand of the King of Hell!"

Invisible air waves penetrated Yan Qi's body, shattering the altar of strong wine and cracking the wooden pillars.

Yan Qi flew up like a piece of rag, and then was blasted down again. The strange thing was that he didn't spit out a drop of blood, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all. He smashed his mouth, climbed up unsteadily, and shouted loudly.

He said, "Daughter-in-law! The noodles are not cooked yet. Your husband is about to be beaten to death. Can you please hurry up?"

A voice from Tao Niang came from the kitchen, "What are you urging me to do? I'm already considerate and gentle enough to feed you. Don't push yourself too hard! Don't bother me. The pot is about to start. Just chop a few chopped green onions..."

Yan Qi listened to the loud sound of chopping boards in the kitchen, smiled helplessly, picked up a jar of burning knives, opened the cover, and sniffed gently, "Good wine..." He drank a few sips and closed his mouth slowly.

He raised his eyes, stood on one foot, put his right hand behind his head, and held the wine jar in his left hand. He said to Pang Qing calmly, "You are so impatient in doing things. The accuracy of those few moves just now is indeed very bad, but the strength is very poor."

...Next, let me teach you how to fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Qi suddenly turned on his toes, carrying the wine jar, and quickly slid towards Pang Qing on one foot, just as boldly as he had bumped into trees in the mountains and forests all these years.

Jun!"

Boom! Caught off guard, Pang Qing took Yan Qi's brutal blow and flew backwards as if he had hit an iron mountain.

Licking the wine stains at the corner of his mouth, Yan Qi closed his eyes, but as if he could see Pang Qing flying upside down, he smiled happily, stepped out quickly, approached Pang Qing's side, and touched the ground with one foot.

, his body suddenly leaned forward, he held a cup with his right hand and hit Pang Qing on the chest, and said calmly, "I'm sincere!"

Pang Qing took a few steps back again, his chest felt tight, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He hurriedly stopped and looked at Yan Qi, who was standing on one foot forward with a sullen face, but he was as steady as a mountain. His face couldn't help but become a little more solemn.

Yan Qi threw the wine jar upwards, stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his body shot out like a sharp arrow. He held the cup with his left and right hands at the same time, and hit Pang Qing's chest layer by layer, each blow landing on the same position.

, then his body tilted, his right palm rested on the ground, and his feet quickly kicked out countless kicks, each kick hitting Pang Qing's head. He stretched out his left hand, just in time to catch the falling wine jar, and shouted, "Arhat threw it."

Cup...kicks in a chain!"

Pang Qing immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, fell into the mountainous wine jar, shook his head vigorously, and slowly got up.

At this moment, Tao Niang shouted from the kitchen, "The noodles are ready!"

Yan Qi suddenly flashed in front of Pang Qing, opened his eyes suddenly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Have you learned it? It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it, anyway, you will drink Meng Po soup soon, and you will forget everything.

Jing, but please remember my name, Yan Qi, the Yan Qi who makes you die!"

After saying that, Yan Qi raised the wine jar in his hand and hit Pang Qing's head viciously. He did a backflip, hit the back of Pang Qing's head with his right heel, pressed him down, and kept grabbing the wine on the ground next to him.

The wine jar slapped Pang Qing on the head one after another...

After a quarter of the incense stick, Yan Qi slowly stood up straight, patted the dust on his green robe, glanced at Pang Qing, whose head was bleeding and lifeless, spat heavily, and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

Tao Niang came out of the kitchen, took the noodle bowl, couldn't wait to slurp it up, gave a thumbs up and praised, "My wife is so good at her craftsmanship! This is simply the most delicious scallion noodles I have ever eaten in my life... bar none!"

"Everything you eat now tastes delicious..." Tao Niang rolled her eyes at Yan Qi, suddenly twitched her nose a few times, her eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled Yan Qi's sleeves towards the entrance of the lobby of Zuiyue Tower and whispered,

"They should have arrived. I smell the fragrance of jasmine in Yunqiao..."

As soon as she stepped out of the lobby door, Tao Niang froze on the spot, and Yan Qi's palm slipped, causing the noodle bowl and chopsticks to fall to the ground.

On the streets of Feixue Lane, Shen Xiaojia, dressed in a red shirt, was carrying a white wooden coffin about seven feet long and two feet wide. He proudly stood in the middle of the street with a sword and short black and white hair.

There is also a pink shirt on the coffin panel. It is Chu Yunqiao with three-petal and two-petal peach blossoms dotted between his eyebrows. He is holding the Broken Water Sword tightly, and his shoulder-length black hair is fluttering in the wind.

The corner of Yan Qi's mouth twitched a few times, and he and Tao Niang walked to the middle of the street. He stared at Shen Xiaojia, who was carrying the coffin, and said with a strange expression, "This look of yours is very... peculiar. What do you think? Aren't you tired?"
Chapter completed!