Calculation without intention

"Huh? Are you waiting for me?"

Yuan Tiangang frowned. He had been looking for Wang Yifang in the city before, but could not find him. He thought that Wang Yifang was deliberately avoiding him because of his life. Now it seems that things are not that simple.

Wang Yifang made himself two cups of hot tea and then rolled his wheelchair.

"Kakakaka."

The sound of the gears turning was particularly clear in the room. The wheelchair slid towards Yuan Tiangang. He held two cups of hot tea in his hands and handed one to Yuan Tiangang without any nervousness. Chunfeng smiled warmly and said:

"When people are about to die, they always want to see their old friends, right?

You and I have not seen each other face to face for more than ten years."

Wang Yifang looked emotional, drank the hot tea in his hand, and breathed out slowly.

"At that time, you were just a young boy following Wei Zheng." Yuan Tiangang picked up the tea cup and kept turning it, but did not drink.

Wang Yifang was dressed in an old Confucian shirt, and his gentle tone was full of emotion:

"In the past I had to call you Mr. Yuan, but it's a pity that you have gone astray, so you won't be able to call you Mr. Yuan."

"Enough nonsense, you should know why I am here to find you." Yuan Tiangang gradually lost patience and said in a deep voice: "Hand it over, otherwise I will send you to see Wei Zheng today!"

Wang Yifang straightened his shirt, cupped his fists and handed over his hands, with a smile on his face, expressing relief and expectation:

"Thank you very much."

"Bang!" Yuan Tiangang crushed the hot tea in his hand, the cup shattered, and the tea scattered. He said with a straight face:

"I hate you sour scholars the most! Where is Tianshui?"

The vast martial arts energy raged throughout the room. Wang Yifang was impacted but not injured, but dark red blood still flowed from his mouth and nose.

"You don't have much time left, do you want to seek death?" Yuan Tiangang mentioned Wang Yifang and said harshly:

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you. I'll kill you first, then the people in your house. I won't even let go of the dog that guards the house!"

Wang Yifang's neck was pinched tightly, and his survival instinct made him kick his feet. His eyes were red, and blood flowed continuously from his mouth and nose. He struggled to speak hoarsely:

"Tian Shui? Hahahahaha, didn't I just give you Tian Shui?"

Yuan Tiangang was stunned and looked at the cup of hot tea he crushed in disbelief.

"It's you. You don't want it!"

Wang Yifang's breathing became increasingly rapid, and hot blood turned into gurgling water and poured out of his mouth and nose.

"You lied to me!" Yuan Tiangang's eyes were full of murderous intent. His hand holding Wang Yifang's neck trembled and he said with force: "If it were Tianshui, I would definitely be able to detect it!"

Wang Yifang couldn't breathe, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes began to bulge. Yuan Tiangang immediately let go of his hand, and the person in his hand fell to the ground, his breath sluggish.

Yuan Tiangang adjusted his mind, sat on a chair, and looked down at Wang Yifang: "Give you another chance, where is Tianshui?"

Wang Yifang struggled, slowly touched his inner sleeve, and took out a jade bottle.

Yuan Tiangang's eyes flashed with joy. He raised his hand and waved, but what he summoned was not the jade bottle, but the shrouded sword that shone with cold light.

"call out!"

The sword in the sleeves fired at Yuan Tiangang, but before he could get close to Yuan Tiangang, he was shaken into powder by the powerful cultivation. The powder was black and turned into black mist and scattered around the room.

"Stubborn!" Yuan Tiangang glanced sideways and raised his hand to disperse the black mist.

But the next moment, a big wooden hand as black as ink stretched out from the black mist and hit Yuan Tiangang hard on the chest.

"puff!"

Yuan Tiangang spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was full of disbelief. Why didn't he notice it at all?

He firmly grasped the big wooden hand and tried to shake it away, but his big hand tightly wrapped around Yuan Tiangang like a gangrene attached to the bone.

Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared in the room, Li Changfeng with half-white hair and sullen eyes, and an old man with an old face and a stooped figure.

The old man is one of the existing giants of the Mo family, and the big hand in the black mist is his accompanying Hundred Refining Divine Machine.

Li Changfeng stepped forward and pointed at the center of Yuan Tiangang's eyebrows.

The Mohist tycoon had his hands behind his back, and the room could only hear the gears turning, countless sharp arrows shooting at Yuan Tiangang, and the Bailian Shenji also kept attacking without emotion.

Yuan Tiangang hurriedly blocked Li Changfeng's fatal blow, but his whole body was still penetrated by lightning-fast arrows, leaving blood stains everywhere.

"Yuan Tiangang, you can't escape today!" Li Changfeng locked Yuan Tiangang tightly with his evil aura.

The Mohist tycoon helped Wang Yifang up and sighed.

Yuan Tiangang's hair was disheveled and he wanted to leave the house, but countless premonitions came to his mind, telling him that there were many traps outside the house and were more dangerous than inside.

His eyes were like knives, staring at the people in the room. There were dozens of arrow feathers stuck in his body, and blood was constantly flowing out. There was a power in the sharp arrows that was constantly shattering his cultivation, making him basically

No chance to adjust the breath.

"Did I walk into a trap from the moment I entered the house?" He held a small bronze cauldron in his hand, full of murderous intent:

"Or maybe you, Wang Yifang, have been designing me from the beginning?"

The small bronze tripod exudes the glory of green jade, constantly resisting the attacks of Li Changfeng and the Mohist giants.

Li Changfeng's expression became increasingly anxious. He felt that Wang Yifang's vitality was rapidly passing away, and his attack on Yuan Tiangang became more and more powerful.

"What a pity, you can't calculate the power of this cauldron!" Yuan Tiangang laughed loudly. He became weaker and weaker, constantly overdrawing his life source. Although he resisted the attack, he forced the small cauldron to move and paid a high price.

.

Wang Yifang sat paralyzed in the wheelchair, his eyes were lowered, his mouth was slightly open, and blood was flowing continuously. He was not depressed at all, he smiled and said hoarsely:

"No, I figured it out!"

A strong sense of crisis surrounded Yuan Tiangang. He held the small tripod tightly and risked his life to strike Li Changfeng, knocking him back, and then left the house.

As soon as he left the house, crossbow arrows were fired at him. The old servant of the Wei family and a dozen other strong men flew lightly, trying to keep him.

Yuan Tiangang roared loudly and turned into a bloody man. He held the cauldron and kept blocking the attacks.

From the horizon, several members of the Tiangang Disha forces wearing black robes and masks came to his aid.

at the same time.

Zhao Wujiang was uneasy in Shangshu Province.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, seeing that the sky seemed to be filled with dark clouds.

"Ayu, magical power, don't hold back, fight quickly!"

He gave an order, stepped lightly, and jumped onto the roof.

Looking from a distance, he saw the surging cultivation in the distance.

"What happened?" Zhao Wujiang was confused, and his heart became increasingly uneasy. His figure flashed and he ran as fast as a dragon.

As he got closer, he saw Yuan Tiangang evacuating under the cover of Tiangang's strong men.

Yuan Tiangang's hair was disheveled, his breath was weak, and his body was covered in blood.

"Bang bang bang."

"Dududu."

The sound of crossbows kept coming, and arrows flew, but they were swept away by the strong men guarding Yuan Tiangang and fell on the rubble of the eaves.

Although Zhao Wujiang didn't know what happened, he was close to Wang Yifang's mansion and an unpleasant feeling came over him. Without saying a word, he chased Yuan Tiangang, hoping to kill him while he was here.

Zhao Wujiang chased him closer and closer, but he was not the only one who was alarmed by the fight, there were also clan elders in Chang'an City.

The clan elders and others appeared one after another. They surrounded Yuan Tiangang. Apparently they had made an agreement long ago and began to cover Yuan Tiangang's retreat.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with evil energy. He looked at each other from a high place with the clan elders, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

But he didn't pursue her any more, turned around and ran towards Wang Yifang's mansion without saying a word.

Above Wang Yifang's mansion, the rubble was filled with arrow feathers, all of which had been shot by Yuan Tiangang just now.

Zhao Wujiang slowly landed on the ground and stepped into the room step by step.

His eyes were filled with anger, without the slightest hint of smile, and something indescribable was surging violently in his heart.

He had a premonition of something.
Chapter completed!