The sudden insulting words made the audience restless and everyone was shocked.

As the chief supervisor of the City Lord's Mansion, Liu Fei has no actual power and position, but his status is no lower than that of the Yicheng Captain.

Who dares to underestimate the city lord's first confidant? Not to mention that someone dares to scold him and humiliate him in public. But all this really happened.

The monks blocking the periphery all dispersed quickly, fearing that they would be misunderstood by the general manager, and they wanted to immediately distance themselves from this desperate madman, the farther they were, the better.

When the crowd disappeared, a person finally appeared, and his eyes were all on him. Almost in a moment, louder sounds erupted at the scene than before.

Shui Qingyang is actually Shui Qingyang!

After being convicted, this young man who became a rat crossing the street dared to appear here with great fanfare and under everyone's noses.

Even Lan Jinsong and Liu Fei were so surprised that they didn't react.

"Water Pirate, how dare you be arrogant? Today is your death!" The quickest reaction was a young man, Yang Qianxing. He looked at Shui Qingyang and smiled happily.

More people started to scold, and two monks also approached Shui Qingyang, one on the left and the other on the right, and took action decisively.

The monk on the left slashed with a long sword, and his magic power was powerful. The monk on the right swayed his sword, forming a crossed sword light and slamming out. The two of them dared to take action, so they naturally had some support. They were both early-stage cultivators in the Caixia realm.

Shui Qingyang stood there, as if he had no time to resist.

Until the sword light on the right was about to be added, his five fingers holding the sword suddenly tightened, he drew the sword out of the sheath, and a sword just nailed the center of the crossed sword light.

Under the attachment of the nine-tailed fox magic power, the long sword shone with starlight, Shui Qingyang's power shook, and the crossed sword light shattered. He stabbed out and pierced through the monk's throat.

At the critical moment, Shui Qingyang quickly drew his sword, his feet were not moving, and his arms drew an arc, and the long sword blocked the sword light on the top of his head on his left.

The monk on the left gritted his teeth and swung his sword with his sword. He slashed three times around Shui Qingyang, one sword faster than the other, and a ghost appeared in the air.

But Shui Qingyang didn't even look at it, and he resisted it with his own hands, as if his whole body was covered with eyes. When the other party was about to slash out the fourth sword, Shui Qingyang's sword suddenly accelerated and penetrated into the other party's eyebrows.

Drawing the sword, turning back, and with a clang, the long sword inserted into the scabbard that was still standing on the ground. The whole process was like lightning. Most people had not seen it clearly, and the battle was over.

Two dead bodies fell beside Shui Qingyang, and his face was light, as if he had done only one trivial thing.

The scene became aware of needles. The monks nearby sucked in air, shivered all over, and retreated in a hurry.

People from all directions were also shocked by their neat methods. The two early-stage cultivators in the Caixia realm were killed by Shui Qingyang in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even move their feet.

What kind of strength is this?

Everyone felt unbelievable and was shocked to the point of being speechless, except for being dazed.

In this situation, Shui Qingyang walked step by step into the house, with monks staring at them on both sides, but no one dared to take action.

Lin Chuan's face changed rapidly, his expression was dim and unclear, and his hand holding the knife showed blue veins and sweat.

Yang Qianxing tightened his chin and looked at Yiran Wuwei. Shui Qingyang, who was even more handsome and handsome against the backdrop of the monks, showed unconcealed shock and jealousy, and his heart felt like he was bitten by thousands of poisonous snakes.

Liu Fei finally came to his senses, his old face turned pale, and he couldn't help but shout angrily: "How dare you be so rampant!"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out, and the violent magic power condensed into a palm shadow all over the sky, covering the surroundings of Shui Qingyang. Each palm shadow was extremely powerful, and was by no means comparable to the two cultivators before.

Unexpectedly, Shui Qingyang seemed to have expected that it would turn into a green light, and in less than a blink of an eye, he escaped from the heavy palm shadows that had not been completely closed.

Qingmang turned around and avoided Lan Jinsong who was about to take action. He hit the side wall, rebounded and rushed into the hospital, leaving only a faint green air behind him.

"Fei Lian's magical powers, Fengxing Techniques!" Many monks shouted out loud, unable to believe their eyes.

Shui Qingyang had already fallen beside Ding Hao. Looking at the other party's miserable appearance, he opened his mouth and spoke weakly: "Ding Bo, I'm the one who harmed you."

Ding Hao smiled and shook his head, sighed: "Why do you have to come back to die in vain?"

He really couldn't have imagined that Shui Qingyang not only returned from the Wanling Mountains alive, but also had a great increase in strength.

"Since my nephew dares to come, I must save Ding Bo and Teacher Ding out." As he spoke, Shui Qingyang looked at Ding Yourong, who was also looking at him.

Shui Qingyang hurriedly asked, "Where is Aunt?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yourong quickly turned his head and did not answer. This reaction made Shui Qingyang's heart sink to the bottom. Could it be that he was late?

Although he had received relevant information before, he could tell that Cuihua City was not sure about Mrs. Ding's life or death, and he still had a little hope in his heart.

Now the silence between Ding Hao and his daughter undoubtedly gave the exact answer. Shui Qingyang's mind roared, and he almost didn't know how to face the two.

Oh!

Ding Hao suddenly made a move, swung the knife with one arm, and the blue flame sword light tore through the void, burning countless vine leaves shot towards him.

But it can be seen that Ding Hao consumed too much, and the attacker's mana was even more profound, and he had reached the peak of Caixia Realm. Some vines passed through the fire net and rotated tangentially towards Shui Qingyang and Ding Yourong.

Shui Qingyang's eyes showed murderous aura. After using Fengxing Technique to avoid it, he grabbed the weak Ding Yourong and led the opponent to move left and right, and escaped the disaster dangerously.

Before Lan Jinsong could continue to do his tricks, Shui Qingyang shouted coldly: "Lord Lan City, is the osmanthus soup in Yeminglou delicious?"

Lan Jinsong, who was about to kill, suddenly heard this and his pupils shrank suddenly. Seeing Shui Qingyang retreating to the back with Ding Yourong, thinking of the other party's Fengxing technique, he estimated the distance between them. His eyes flashed rapidly, and he forced the urge to take action.

Liu Fei, who was about to greet the monks, had a sudden change in his face. The word "telling" was blocked in his throat and could not be expressed. He quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.

Lan Jinsong shook the coldness on his face and said with a forced smile: "Shui Qingyang, you colluded with the Fengfeng Alliance and disappeared for more than three months without reason. How do you plan to explain to the city lord?"

Shui Qingyang was also laughing: "I will definitely give the city lord a satisfactory explanation. If I am not satisfied, I will pay the money for it. I will ask the city lord and the chief executive to go to Qiuyue Pavilion in Yeming Building to try it out.

But before this, the city lord should not make any wrong ideas. I, Shui Qingyang, want to leave, but you can't stop me. Don't think that everything will be fine if the city is sealed. If I dare to come in, I will naturally be fully prepared!"

Lan Jinsong was like a basin of ice water splashing his head, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

Liu Fei was so anxious that he had a cold sweat on his forehead, caught him off guard, and his mind was in a mess. How could he come up with any other countermeasures?

The monks around couldn't help but look at each other, and no one knew what mystery the two sides were fighting.

"Where is your explanation?" Lan Jinsong asked with a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent.

Shui Qingyang's tone was indifferent: "No hurry, I have to deal with some things." He turned around and asked Ding Yourong: "Where is aunt, take me to see."

He is obviously surrounded by enemies, and he will often fall into a life-and-death crisis. But looking at how this guy looks, he is not afraid at all, and he doesn't know if he is pretending.

But Shui Qingyang's calm look undoubtedly made Ding Yourong feel a little more secure. When he mentioned his mother, he looked sad again. After a long time, he walked into the house silently.

Shui Qingyang asked Ding Hao to stay outside and did not forget to warn Lan Jinsong: "The city lord is a smart person. I believe you will not do brainless stupid things!" After that, he followed Ding Yourong.

Seeing this scene, all the monks were stunned. Who was the main attacker and who was surrounded? A fugitive dared to threaten the city lord in person.

The key is that after being threatened, the city lord's face was a little ugly, but he didn't even take action, and he felt a little shocked.

A group of people looked at me, I looked at you, quietly exchanging their eyes, muttering in their hearts.

Liu Fei walked to Lan Jinsong and saw Lan Jinsong gritting his teeth, he was also very annoyed and wanted to rush out and chop Shui Qingyang immediately.

In the broken house, there were spider webs and dust everywhere, and a few candles were lush in the wind.

A body lies flat on the clean desk, with long hair scattered and blood-colored face, but dry blood was everywhere on her clothes. Her plump breasts were not ups and downs, and her breathing was not heard.

Seeing Mrs. Ding from afar, Shui Qingyang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and the only slightest fantasy was also shattered. This beautiful woman, who was a little shrewd but kind, died like this?

His steps became slow and heavy. Shui Qingyang did not dare to see Ding Yourong's expression, and stood at the desk with him.

Pick.

A few tears fell on the edge of the table, and Ding Yourong walked to the side with his back facing Shui Qingyang.

It was almost dawn, and several morning light shone through the holes in the roof, shining on Mrs. Ding's dim face. She was sleeping quietly, her long eyelashes were still moving, and her hands were stacked peacefully.

She had escaped from this dirty world and had permanent peace, but her eyebrows had not stretched out. I believe she would be in great pain and reluctance when she was dying.

How can I bear to be loved by my husband and have a daughter I love deeply? Originally, all this did not need to happen, but it was because of myself.

Thinking of this, Shui Qingyang closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, he didn't even know how to continue to get along with the Ding father and daughter in the future.

Bang.

A slight sound was undetectable, but it was like a thunderous thunder, which made Shui Qingyang, who was immersed in the dark, shook his whole body. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the woman under him like lightning.

"Did you hear it? Aunt's heart is still beating!" Shui Qingyang's tone was a little quick, alarming Ding Yourong who was facing away from him.

The latter did not turn around, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "You don't have to blame yourself too much. Without you, maybe this home would have been gone half a year ago."

Shui Qingyang had no time to explain, and he didn't care about the difference between men and women. He raised his hand to pinch Mrs. Ding's pulse and used magic power to explore it. Without vitality, his whole body stopped functioning.

His heart became colder again, but he did hear a slight heartbeat just now, so he refused to let go until after a long time, he made another light bang.

This time, Shui Qingyang clearly felt that just now, Mrs. Ding's heart beat very weakly.
Chapter completed!