Chapter 5 Tianxiu kills the enemy (Author: But you are in the book ⑤②①, I feel very uncomfortable)

Zhu Qingshan praised: "It's so easy to attack the east and the west."

Yang Fan said: "That's a term used in the art of war and politics. We doctors call this a distraction, or a diversion of attention."

After careful instructions, Jishi's family naturally thanked her profusely. Maybe she was born in a mud-legged family. Those words of thanks were only a few words over and over again, but they were full of meaning and her eyes were full of true feelings. She really is a kind girl.

The feeling of being stared at by a pervert.

What Zhu Qingshan didn't expect was that Yang Fan's medical fee was only an old hen, which was extremely inconsistent with the money-grubbing look in Zhu Qingshan's eyes and the skillful movements of touching the corpse.

The key point is that the chicken shit family prepared old hens early in the morning. Obviously they knew this rule. Zhu Qingshan had to re-examine Yang Fan, and he had to learn to see people attentively.

That night, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian, who tasted Yang Fan's craftsmanship again, were full of praise, needless to say.

It's interesting to say that Yang Fan is serious and calm when he is cooking, and serious and sacred when he is treating illnesses. But when he has nothing to do, Yang Fan always looks depressed.

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian didn't know the reason, but Yang Fan himself knew the reason.

The evening wind was strong and the bamboo forest was rustling.

Yang Fan suddenly raised his ears and closed his eyes, and said to Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian behind him: "If there is a situation, don't come out."

After saying that, he walked straight into the dark night before the rainstorm. Before stepping out of the door, he turned around and confessed again and again: "I know that your martial arts are extraordinary, but I still hope that you will not take action unless it is absolutely necessary."

Yang Fan walked away.

Zhu Qingshan looked at Qinglian with questioning eyes. Qinglian said: "The 50 breaths are all first-class."

Zhu Qingshan said with a bad expression: "Looking at this battle, most of them are coming for me. I sent out secret guards to clean up the king, and then assassins came to kill me. Isn't it the moment when the troops around me are empty? It seems that there has always been

A pair of eyes is staring at us in the darkness."

Qinglian was as normal as ever: "Looking for death."

Thinking of Yang Fan's safety, Zhu Qingshan suddenly asked: "Why is he, a first-class warrior who has just been promoted, stronger than me?"

Only then did Qinglian react and said in shock: "I don't know."

Qinglian suddenly thought of a question, "How does he know that my realm is the highest here? He also knows that I can easily crush shells? Did you tell him?"

Zhu Qingshan was also surprised, "How can I tell him? I don't know why. I'm also confused."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the two of them could vaguely see Yang Fan walking on the cobblestones, walking around the house, throwing something around as he walked.

In the dark, you can't see clearly and you can't guess the clues.

Although Zhu Qingshan's facial features are good, his senses can only be said to be acceptable, and he does not have Qinglian's eyesight and hearing.

Zhu Qingshan asked Qinglian: "Can you see what he is doing?"

Qinglian: "You can see him throwing things, but you can't see what he is throwing."

Yang Fan stood with his back to the wind, as if he would catch the wind at any time.

Yang Fan: "Come out! I see you."

Naturally, no one answers. This should not be the basic rule of assassins. Not answering is the traditional rule of assassins.

Yang Fan suddenly covered his eyes, then took them away and said: "Mao Du! I saw you!"

This magical move caused Zhu Qingshan to spit out the tea he had just drank, and Qinglian burst into laughter.

The branches of the bamboo forest in the dark were rustling and the leaves were moving together with the wind. It was impossible to tell whether it was the wind blowing or the movement of people.

I saw black shadows flying towards the bamboo house from all sides.

Qinglian took a step forward, her five fingers forming claws.

But Yang Fan remained unmoved.

At this moment, there were screams one after another from all around. In just a moment, everything around the bamboo house fell.

Zhu Qingshan looked at Qinglian in disbelief, and Qinglian also blinked at Zhu Qingshan, showing her innocent cuteness with innocence.

The killer quickly understood that there should be something on the ground around him that could poison everyone. The only way to get to the bamboo house was to defeat Yang Fan and step on his body.

After just a moment, a dozen assassins appeared opposite Yang Fan, all dressed in black night clothes, with black swords and black scabbards, holding them at an angle and standing silently without saying a word.

Yang Fan said righteously: "Don't think that wearing black means you are a gangster. Let me tell you, when I use the famous Xiao Li Fei Dao, none of you can escape."

Qinglian in the bamboo house behind her wanted to step forward, but Zhu Qingshan raised her palm to stop her.

Zhu Qingshan shook his head and said softly: "Wait a little longer."

One of the dark figures shouted: "Up!"

Everyone rushed forward.

He only heard Yang Fan shouting: "The goddess scatters the flowers!" He waved his sleeves vigorously, and the assassins naturally returned their swords to block it, but there was nothing.

Then he heard Yang Fan shout again: "A group of first-class people are mentally ill if they don't run away." After saying that, he ran away to the bamboo house.

Zhu Qingshan was so surprised that he didn't spit out the tea he drank in the morning.

The killers pursued him vigorously.

But I heard Yang Fan counting while running: "One... two... three... down."

Then the killers really all fell down, neatly and uniformly, with a strong sense of rhythm.
Chapter completed!