Chapter 225 Fierce Battle Against the Nine-fingered Jackal
Because the commoner old man once said that the person in charge of the Old Devil Sect in this place often wore fishermen's attire, making it difficult for others to spot him, and this person's attire was also very similar.
What made him most certain was that this middle-aged fisherman had used the palm technique in the secret book of the Demon Dragon Slayer King, which meant that he was the person in charge of this local transfer station. There was no doubt about it.
At this time, Nangong Haotian also understood that the reason why the commoner old man was killed was because he leaked the big secret that the person in charge was dressed in fishermen's clothes. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as if all this was directed at him.
At the moment of thinking, Nangong Haotian walked slowly towards the middle-aged fisherman who was vomiting blood. He couldn't help but regret in his heart. He seemed to have acted too harshly.
Think about it, if the person in charge dies, not only will he not be able to get the number and names of the prisoners on the island, he may not even be able to board Sanjian Island.
Before Nangong Haotian could reach his body, the middle-aged fisherman spat out a mouthful of black blood with a loud sound. He leaned back, fell to the ground with a thud, and stopped breathing immediately.
At this moment, the nervous and trembling voice of the bartender suddenly came, saying in a trembling voice: "Master... you beat... you beat Master Liao to death... Yu Yuanwai... I know..."
"What did you say?" Nangong Haotian's expression changed upon hearing this, and he turned around quickly and asked: "Is he a martial artist from Yu Yuan's family? Is he not Liao Yuan?"
The trembling bartender said in a trembling voice: "Yes... yes... yes, you are all our own people... why are you fighting..."
Nangong Haotian was shocked when he heard this. He flew over, pressed his arms on the bartender's shoulders, and asked, "Tell me quickly. The Yu Yu you just mentioned has a dog's chest, a hunchback, and a monkey's mouth?"
The bartender's eyes suddenly rolled up when Nangong Haotian pressed him like this, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.
Nangong Haotian hurriedly supported the bartender, dragged him into the small wine shop, picked up a bamboo chair and put it on him. He patted him on the back of the head and the bartender opened his eyes.
The bartender opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Haotian, and said in a trembling voice: "Master... my... little... little... little... doesn't know anything to say... please don't... don't ask... about little...
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Nangong Haotian said in a deep voice: "I just need you to nod. Let me ask you, Yu Yuanwai you mentioned has a dog breast..."
As soon as the word "dog chest" came out of his mouth, the bartender was already trembling all over and nodded anxiously.
When Nangong Haotian saw it, he let go of the bartender's shoulders and nodded solemnly. At this time, he finally figured out the reason why the common man was killed, and also guessed that the one who killed the common man in the end was not the Demon Dragon Slayer King.
The situation is now clear. A martial artist under the Nine-Fingered Jackal has such amazing skills, and one can also imagine how good the Nine-Fat Jackal's martial arts is.
Now Nangong Haotian has determined that the Nine-fingered Jackal possesses the secret skills of the Demon Dragon Slayer King, and it is very likely that he has obtained the permission of the old demon to teach martial arts to his favorite subordinates.
Now, he felt that not only was he more vigilant, but he also had to beware that the Nine-fingered Jackal was even more powerful than him and had more unique skills from the old demon than him. It seemed that he could no longer hide it.
, I am finally about to take action. If I am not the opponent of the Nine-fingered Jackal, I am afraid that I will only use that move.
In this moment, Nangong Haocai was secretly glad that he did the right thing by not letting Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan follow him, otherwise he would not have time to distract and protect the three of them.
"Perhaps the nine-fingered jackal has reached the level of an unparalleled warrior, and his strength should not be underestimated!" Nangong Haotian sighed, feeling helpless.
Afterwards, Nangong Haotian left the wine shop and walked towards the Nine-fingered Jackal's house.
While advancing, Nangong Haotian still kept thinking that since the old devil had instructed the Nine-fingered Jackal to wait for an opportunity to get rid of him, why didn't he take action himself? You must know that his current strength is not something that ordinary strong men can match.
Looking back, I thought, could it be that the Nine-fingered Jackal's martial arts were slightly inferior, so the old devil hinted that he would be lured to a three-pointed island and imprisoned to death?
If this is true, then Shangguan Mi's presence on Sanjian Island is also a bait they deliberately fabricated. Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help but sneered, and in his sneer, he had already made a new decision.
Arriving at the gate, Nangong Haotian stepped up the steps and knocked twice on the animal ring of the black door. Immediately afterwards, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard inside.
As soon as Nangong Haotian heard the quick answer to the door, he guessed that preparations had already been made inside.
So, I naturally raised my head and looked up, and my heart was shocked, because I had already forgotten that the devil dragon-slaying castle dragon logo was embedded in the beams and rafters on the lintel.
At this time, I naturally looked up and found that there was a small dragon-slaying mark embedded on the prescribed vertical rafter.
At this moment, Nangong Haotian suddenly thought that although the commoner old man had removed all the dragon symbols, they might have been ordered to remove them from other small villages, but the ones in this place were still left.
This also proves that the old man in common clothes completely obeys the orders of the nine-fingered jackal man, and the old man in common clothes does not actually come to the house of the nine-fingered jackal man.
Now Nangong Haotian has understood everything. The Nine-fingered Jackal is another direct disciple of the old devil and the confidant in charge of this local transfer station.
At the moment of thinking, the latch of the door clicked, and the black door was pulled open with difficulty.
The person who opened the door was an old man with white beard and hair, but this old man was dressed in a black satin robe with a white collar, boots, and a family hat on his head. He was completely dressed like a servant of a rich gentry.
The old man in black robe had a ruddy complexion and piercing eyes. He first glanced at Nangong Haotian with a warning and melancholy look, then he raised his hands and asked with a smile: "Why is this young hero knocking on the door?"
Nangong Haotian - Looking at the old man's expression and behavior, they were neither reasonable nor harmonious. He thought that the old man in black robe was probably the same as the old man in common clothes, a chivalrous man who was arrested and forced to be a servant.
With his mind spinning, Nangong Haotian cupped his hands with a humble smile and said, "I'm here to pay a special visit to Mr. Yu."
The black-robed old man only opened the door for a moment, and after looking at Nangong Haotian with a warning look, he kept bowing his head respectfully. At this time, when Nangong Haotian finished speaking, he turned sideways and said respectfully: "Young knight, please
Come in, my family members are in the hall."
When Nangong Haotian saw the old man in black robe, he neither asked his last name nor the reason for his visit. He became more and more convinced that his prediction was correct. So he nodded in understanding and walked through the door.
The old man in black robe closed the door of the house, turned around and bowed in front to guide the way forward.
As he advanced, Nangong Haotian discovered that the corridor under the gate was about three feet long. The screen door was tightly closed, and there were sealed panel doors on the left and right. The flowered windows were higher than the lintel, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.
Just as they were approaching the screen doors, the two screen doors in the center suddenly opened automatically.
Nangong Haotian glanced hurriedly and saw not only one person sitting high on the steps of the hall, but also dozens of burly men in fisherman's attire standing below the steps.
The two screen doors in the center were also opened separately by two big men dressed as fishermen.
Nangong Haotian smiled, shook his head, and walked into the screen door.
I saw that the man sitting high up on the steps of the hall had indeed a dog-chested, hunchbacked, monkey-like mouth, but he was not wearing a fisherman's attire, but a purple satin and golden flower uniform.
Nine-fingered jackal!!!
Nangong Haotian looked at the nine-fingered jackal man up and down, and found that not only did he have a monkey's mouth, but he also had a pair of cold eyes that looked like a monkey's. He looked like a monkey.
He sat proudly on the big gold-lacquered chair, with a sneer on his lips, looking at Nangong Haotian motionless.
Nangong Haotian saw that the Nine-fingered Jackal had not yet grown a beard, and seemed to be no more than thirty-five or six years old. On both sides, there were dozens of burly men, all with their chests raised and their bellies raised. They all raised their eyebrows and looked at each other with hatred.
Look for yourself.
A burly man approaching the hall steps first pointed at the nine-fingered jackal on the hall steps, glared at Nangong Haotian, and shouted angrily: "The person sitting above is my family member's grandfather, if you have anything to do, kneel down."
Go back up."
Nangong Haotian first smiled, stopped, and said: "He has already violated the precept of killing without pardon by not lowering his rank to greet me. If I kneel down to reply to him again, won't he deserve death?"
Was it broken into pieces?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of burly men on the left and right let out a loud shout, raising all kinds of weapons in their hands and preparing to pounce.
Nangong Haotian's expression was natural, and he sneered. Without even looking to the left or right, he just gently pulled the slipknot of the sword sheath with his left hand, and the bright red silk tassel of the sword suddenly slipped out.
Suddenly, a red light flashed, and the light shone in all directions, especially the pearl tied in the center of the sword. Under the scorching sun in front of them, it was even more dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it.
Dozens of burly men were stunned. The Nine-fingered Jackal's upper body, which had been leaning somewhat, suddenly sat up straight. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were greedily looking at the star on the tassel of Nangong Haotian's sword.
Pearl.
The burly man who spoke first quickly regained his composure and shouted angrily: "If you have something to say, why don't you kneel down and speak up? My grandpa Yuan is already listening to your reply."
Nangong Haotian's handsome face sank, he stared at the strong man who spoke, and said in a deep voice: "He should be the one kneeling in front of me, not me... And you, Noisy!"
After saying that, Nangong Haotian waved his hand, and a golden palm suddenly waved out. The tall man did not expect that Nangong Haotian would dare to take action first in front of so many people. He was stunned on the spot and was struck by the rapid golden palm.
He slapped his face all over.
"Pah - ah -" the sturdy man screamed, blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth, a few broken teeth spit out, his eyes rolled, and he immediately fainted on the ground.
When the big men around him saw this, they were stunned and looked at Nangong Haotian with their eyes full of respect. This man was a strong man. You know, generally speaking, it takes a peerless warrior to have the strength to send out sword energy.
Nangong Haotian was able to release such strong sword energy with just a wave of his hand. This person was not something someone of his level could provoke. The tough men immediately stopped and remained silent.