As soon as Ming Zhiyuan entered Liuhuo City with Liangzi and Huang Ye, he found that this large city located on the border of Jiuyan Sand Sea had very few residents and the streets and alleys were very deserted. It was not as numerous as the residents of the inner city of the Taiping Defense Line, which was guarded all year round.
There has been no trace of the Nine Flame Demons in the Nine Flames Sand Sea for hundreds of years. Logically speaking, there is no threat from foreign enemies. The Nine Flames Sand Sea is rich in various iron ore and copper mines, and there are unlimited business opportunities. This place should be more lively than in Taiping.
But as soon as they entered Flowing Fire City, they felt that the city was lifeless. There were few shops on both sides of the road, and the few that were open were empty. From the road, they could see that the shopkeepers and waiters inside were all lazy.
A proud look.
There were very few pedestrians on the road, and everyone was in a hurry, as if they had just gone out for something. There were no idlers or vagrants found in every city on the road. Ming Zhiyuan frowned and thought about the city.
Why is the atmosphere so solemn?
He searched for the address mentioned in Qiu Yuanzhi's letter and found that it was just an empty house in a small alley. It was fully equipped with daily necessities, but no one had lived in it for a long time, and the upper floor was covered with light dust and wooden shelves.
There are also two sets of coarse cloth clothes on it.
Ming Zhiyuan walked out of the house and asked his neighbors. One neighbor said that a strong man once rented here, but he had not been seen for a long time.
Ming Zhiyuan's first instinct was that something had happened to Qiu Yuanzhi. After all, he was just a smuggler who smuggled goods across the border. He had not received any specialized and systematic spy training. It would not be surprising if he was accidentally discovered by a wealthy family.
Just looking at the traces inside the house, Qiu Yuanzhi has been missing for so long. He may have been captured by the wealthy family for a long time, and his life or death is unknown now.
Ming Zhiyuan felt very guilty and remorseful. Qiu Yuanzhi was not a warrior, he was just an ordinary person who was strong and knew some kung fu. When he sent him to check out the wealthy family's shady business, he had told him to be careful and put his own life in everything.
for first.
But a wealthy family is not an ordinary wealthy businessman. Once they discover that someone is secretly investigating their clues, they will definitely eliminate the dangerous factors with thunderous force.
Just like when they killed the Ming family and the Leng family for an unknown dart.
He is still weak and has no one available. If he wants to overthrow the rich family, he can't do it with force alone. After all, Huang Ye is by his side now. In this regard, he is still very confident, but with just
What's the use of killing the rich family? Prince Ning, who is behind the rich family, still doesn't move at all.
Ming Zhiyuan wanted revenge, and if he wanted to take revenge justly, he couldn't just take advantage of the dark and windy night to destroy the Fu clan.
He wanted to expose the Fu family's crimes to the public and tear off Prince Ning's mask of disguise. He was unwilling to let go of everyone who participated in the destruction of his family. This kind of revenge would suit his wishes.
Ming Zhiyuan stayed in Qiu Yuanzhi's house and found out the address of Fu's grain warehouse. At night, he and Liangzi quietly came outside Fu's warehouse. Due to some considerations, Huang Ye stayed in the house for the time being.
He was already a fourth-level peak warrior, and his improvement in rank made his eyes and ears extremely sensitive. He stood outside the high wall and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
There were seven or eight people patrolling inside the high wall, and he could feel that most of those patrolling were sixth- and fifth-grade warriors.
Ming Zhiyuan found an opportunity for inspection and handover, took the handsome boy with him, climbed into the wall, and went to the warehouse.
The warehouse is a large building, divided into five rooms. Countless bags are piled up in the rooms outside.
Ming Zhiyuan and Liangzi, one person and one beast, quickly passed through the various piles of goods. When they reached the last door, there were two fifth-level warriors standing guard at the door.
The two warriors had already discovered them, but Ming Zhiyuan walked too fast. The moment the guard spotted them, he jumped forward and struck one of the warriors on the head with his hand as a knife. Demonic energy burst out from his palm.
, the warrior’s head was split open directly.
The handsome boy did not hesitate, he flew towards another warrior, threw him to the ground, and bit him into a headless guard with just one mouthful.
Ming Zhiyuan was used to seeing life-and-death battles on the defense line of Warcraft, but this was his first time killing someone. His heart was pounding and his blood was surging. He looked at the guard whose head was split in half and lay limply.
There was no life on the ground. I was a little stunned for a moment.
Before they had time to calm down, the people inside heard the noise, and someone shouted: "What's going on outside? Niu Lao Wu?"
Ming Zhiyuan forced himself to calm down and opened the door directly and walked into the room. The scene in the room made his blood surge again.
Qiu Yuanzhi was hung upside down in the middle, with only white bones left in the calf of one leg. His body was stained with blood, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
There were red fires burning in the two huge iron furnaces on both sides.
A gentleman-like man sat on a chair, and several servants stood aside.
Master Fu, whom Ming Zhiyuan had dreamed about countless times, was holding a delicate knife in his hand and was carefully removing the flesh and blood from Qiu Yuanzhi's thigh.
When Ming Zhiyuan saw Master Fu, who had appeared countless times in his dreams, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his forehead.
There is only one voice in my head:
kill him!
kill him!
kill him......
The few people dressed as guards were shouting continuously, showing their long swords, and surrounded them: "Who dares to break into Fu's warehouse privately?"
One of the men was holding a sharp long knife. Before he could finish his question, the knife in his hand struck straight at Ming Zhiyuan.
Ming Zhiyuan moved one side of his agile body and struck the man's wrist with one hand. Demonic energy burst out from his five fingers. With a clang sound, the man's left wrist fell to the ground together with the long knife. The blood at his broken wrist was like a fountain.
squirt.
The man was shocked. He was also stubborn. His wrist was broken and he didn't say a word. He quickly leaned down, picked up his broken wrist and the long knife from the ground, and returned to the young master: "Young master, this is a tough one."
The young master originally looked like he was watching a show, but now seeing how sharp Ming Zhiyuan was, his face changed and he stood up, raised his hands and said solemnly:
"I have never met this great hero, Fu Rushan, the Fu clan of Tianyun City. What can I offer you?"
Ming Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and just said to the handsome boy: "Watch these people, and I'll eat whoever wants to run away."
He turned around and walked towards the surprised Master Fu who was standing next to Qiu Yuanzhi. He seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth: "Master Fu. It's been a long time."
Fu Ding looked at the young man in front of him in confusion. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. This was because he thought that the person who was dead had almost been deleted from his memory.
Fu Ding held the knife in his hand and replied expressionlessly: "I don't know what to call this person? When did you meet me?"
Ming Zhiyuan was filled with hatred at this time, and the muscles on his face couldn't help trembling. He smiled with a ferocious expression: "Yeah, you don't even remember. You killed so many people, how can you remember everyone's appearance."
Fu Ding looked at Ming Zhiyuan and seemed to have some impression. His expression gradually changed, becoming more and more surprised, and finally said with some uncertainty: "Are you that dude? You're not dead?"
Ming Zhiyuan smiled horribly, his eyes as sharp as knives. "Yes, he's not dead. Master Fu, your skills are still a little behind."
Fu Ding didn't care about Ming Zhiyuan's look of hatred. He just turned serious: "How is it possible? How is it possible that he is not dead? Under the siege of the mastiff wolves I cultivated, if you are not bitten to death, you will also be poisoned by the mastiff's fangs.
, rotting all over and dying. How is that possible?"
He seemed to be just dissatisfied that he made a mistake in his craftsmanship and did not torture Ming Zhiyuan to death.
Ming Zhiyuan's anger burned into his eyes, and his eyes were blood red. The demonic energy was released, and he no longer talked to Fu Ding. He used his hand as a sword to slash at the door of Fu Ding's face with a sword technique that could kill Fu Ding. Fu Ding's right hand was as fast as
The knife in Lightning's hand stabbed into Ming Zhiyuan's palm.
Demonic energy burst out from between Ming Zhiyuan's fingers and went straight towards Fu Ding's hand holding the knife. There was a scratch and Fu Ding's hand quickly bounced away. His hands were dripping with blood. Under Ming Zhiyuan's full burst of demonic energy,
However, his hand was not broken.
Fu Ding bent his legs slightly and jumped back with all his strength, with a look of surprise on his face: "You turned out to be a demon?"
Ming Zhiyuan rushed forward, and if he didn't answer, he used the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique, and Fu Ding waved the sharp blade in his hand to block and retreat.
While Ming Zhiyuan attacked, he was secretly surprised. This Fu Ding turned out to be a fourth-grade master, but he did not have the aura of a high-level warrior. He must have practiced some kind of technique that can hide his aura.
Fu Ding took a few moves, but felt a little overwhelmed. He looked at Ming Zhiyuan and suddenly released the breath from his body.
Ming Zhiyuan was surprised: "Demon energy?"
"So you are a demon?"
Fu Ding answered in a deep voice while accepting the move: "Aren't you? You are full of demonic energy."
Ming Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "You saw it wrong." After saying this, he turned around and flashed in front of the servant who had a broken hand and was still holding a long knife. He snatched the knife from his hand and swept it with a sweep.
Then he cut the servant in half.
Then he turned back like lightning, pointing his long knife at Fu Ding.
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