Yang Qionghua said in surprise, and the person in front of her could easily control herself, but she just drifted away after drawing a silver note. Her mind was suddenly filled with question marks. Suddenly she realized that this person must be intentionally humiliating herself, and suddenly became angry: "Since you have defeated me, just kill me, don't you know that a soldier can be killed or not?"

A complex look flashed in Tianlang's eyes. Yang Qionghua's peerless face was as beautiful as many years ago. He still remembered the joy he was when he first met this girl. But he soon realized that now was not the youthful youth he used to be. Although Yiren's face was not old, he was already full of vicissitudes of life. I am afraid that even if he stood in front of her, it would be difficult for her to recognize her.

Tianlang put away his dissipation, calmed down his emotions, looked at Yang Qionghua, who had already adjusted his breath and could stand firm on his own, sighed, and suddenly a burst of regret appeared in his eyes: "Mr. Yang misunderstood, I have no intention of humiliating you, but you come to my inn and mess up my benches and wine. I can't stay here in the future. It's normal to charge you 10,000 taels of silver as compensation."

A hint of anger flashed across Yang Qionghua's face: "What? It costs ten thousand taels of broken tables and broken benches? Are your inns inlaid with gold and jade?"

Tianlang shook his head and pointed to the dozens of jars of July Fire in the corner of the wall: "The tables, chairs, benches, of course, are not worth a few dozen taels at most, but these forty-seven jars of wine are the famous desert wine, July Fire. Ordinary people may not be able to buy it if they give you three hundred taels a jar. This will ruin you cleanly. Charging you 10,000 taels is considered a discount for you."

Although Yang Qionghua doesn't like drinking, she has heard of the name of July Fire all year round. When she smells the scent of wine, she knows that it must be the best among the wine. Her pink face turned slightly red, and she secretly scolded herself for causing trouble again, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for the ten thousand taels of silver.

Tianlang glanced at Yang Qionghua and said, "Mr. Yang, I won't be hoarse with you?" Yes, I am Tianlang. The battle with you just now was to let you see my strength. You should believe it now."

Yang Qionghua bit her lip, stared at Tianlang, and said sternly: "Tianlang, how could you be the Phantom Invisible Sword that is not passed on by our Emei Sect?"

Tianlang's eyes suddenly became deeper: "The world's martial arts have the same principles. I once by chance got a set of sword scores similar to the Phantom Invisible Sword. What's so strange about it?"

Yang Qionghua shook her head, her eyes full of disbelief: "Tianlang, do you think I am an intern disciple who just entered the sect and fool you like this? The sword moves and mental methods are exactly the same as what I use. Do you dare to say that this is not the illusion invisible sword of our Emei Sect?" She suddenly thought of someone, thought of him, and trembled unconsciously, saying, "Can you be?"

A divine light suddenly appeared in Tianlang's eyes and he roared: "Don't guess! The person you are thinking about is no longer in this world. Humph, the Phantom Invisible Sword of the Emei Sect has long been no longer a unique skill, and it is not a rare thing for others to learn."

Yang Qionghua knew that what Tianlang said was about the past that the Emei Sect was ashamed to speak of. The person she suspected back then had indeed been witnessed by many people and had no news for so many years. The world had long believed that this person was no longer in this world. Thinking of this, she shook her head, but was still frightened by the person in front of her.

Tianlang's tone became as cold as before: "Mr. Yang, what you want me to do is probably related to the hero Zhan of the Huashan School."

Yang Qionghua was immediately told that she was coming. She nodded and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhan was seriously injured by Helianba and Huang Zongwei of the Hero Sect in the battle of Quanzhenyan in Wudang at the beginning of the year. Now he is trapped in the Hero Sect. I am here this time just to hope that you can help. Once you succeed, not only will you give it to you with 200,000 taels of silver, but Senior Brother Zhan and I are even more grateful for your great kindness!"

Tianlang didn't answer immediately. He walked a few steps to the right, walked to the edge of the broken jar, squatted down, picked up a piece of jar with one or two kilograms of wine left, took out a meat bun from his arms, ate it, and said while eating, "It's a pity that such a good wine, don't waste it."

Yang Qionghua waited for a long time, but only saw Tianlang finishing eating a bun, he took out another bun from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth through the mask. Although she knew she was asking for help, she couldn't help saying, "Heroine Tianlang, can you help me?"

Tianlang didn't look up at Yang Qionghua and asked coldly: "Who told you that I am a hero? In the world, it seems that no one calls me a hero."

Yang Qionghua was choked and speechless. Indeed, Tianlang has always been known for his cruelty and ruthlessness in the world. He has killed the Demon Sect, the Hero Sect, and people from several major sects of the righteous path. He has never heard of anyone who has survived his life, nor know which force he belongs to.

Someone once said that he was from the Jinyiwei, but I heard that he had killed more than a hundred Jinyiwei Eagle Group masters two years ago, so no one mentioned this statement anymore. In addition to the loud nickname of Tianlang, the domineering name of Sha Zun is even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Tianlang turned his head and looked at Yang Qionghua: "Listen to me, Tianlang, I am neither a hero nor a devil. I will kill the hero, I will kill the devil, I will kill the man, and I will kill the woman. Whoever gives the money will help him solve the problem. That 200,000 taels is not enough to help you this time, please ask Gao Ming."

Yang Qionghua gritted her teeth and said, "You think it's less than 200,000? How much do you want? As long as you open a number, I will get it if I try my best."

Tianlang smiled, sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, holding half-eat meat buns in his hand, and tilted his head to look at Yang Qionghua's beautiful face: "Can money buy life? Don't you, the self-proclaimed knights, always regard money as dirt?"

"How powerful is the Hero Sect? Even you and Zhan Mubai, and the two factions of Huashan Hengshan, cannot fight. Now you ask me to save people alone, are you going to die?"

Yang Qionghua quickly spoke, "If you feel that you are alone and need help, as soon as you speak, I will help you find reinforcements, and I will go with you in person."
Chapter completed!