Chapter 110 Come to the door
The sky darkened and the dusk faded away.

The number of people on the streets gradually decreased, the autumn wind was blowing, and the air was already a little cold between heaven and earth.

The streets were empty.

The lights in every house went out, only a few were still on.

Whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of figures flashed on the street.

In the dead of night, a dozen people gathered together and walked on the road, from the beginning to the end of the street, as if they were looking for something.

"Hurry up, it will be troublesome if the curfew comes!"

The leader, a burly man, said:

"I don't want to go up against the City Guards!"

Although his voice was low, it was very powerful, and his steps were methodical. He seemed to have practiced martial arts and was the leader of these people.

"Yes, Brother Zhao!"

The remaining dozen or so people acted quickly, and quickened their pace a bit after hearing the words, but there was not much coordination between their actions, and instead there was a bit of panic.

A curfew was imposed in the Daqian Dynasty.

In the middle of the night, except for the night watchmen reported by the government, patrolling guards, constables, etc., no one else is allowed to walk around randomly.

If caught, you will go to jail.

This is not a price they can afford, but for some reason, they have to take the risk now.

I was so angry that my teeth were itching.

"Damn it, I don't know which blind person dares to mess with our Tiger Gang?"

Zhao Qing said with a surprised look.

There are many local gangs in Mengzao City, and they are a mixed bag.

Fishermen, hunters, peddlers, coachmen, etc. all have corresponding interest groups.

The Dihu Gang is a group of local ruffians.

They specifically target all kinds of pedestrians.

And there has been no trouble for many years, so in addition to taking care of the affairs, there are naturally experts in charge.

Now an ordinary person who came from nowhere dares to attack their people?

As the thought came to his mind, Zhao Qing led his men to a house, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he said:
"right here?"

"Yes, Brother Zhao, this is it!"

A man who looked like a monkey stood up:

"According to the inquiries of several brothers, it is a young man dressed in black, which makes him easy to recognize."

"After injuring our brother, he rented a yard from the pawnshop."

"According to the dentist, this is it!"

Ruffians are all vagrants.

Therefore, the speed of collecting gossip and intelligence should not be underestimated. The traces were found in less than a day.

"That's fine, you dare to mess with us?"

Zhao Qing glanced at the old courtyard wall and couldn't help but sneer:
"If we don't kill him today, someone else will dare to ride on our heads tomorrow!"

Who could have such a strong background to rent a yard like this?
Even if they have some kung fu, even if they are martial artists at the physical training level, they have more than a dozen brothers who have practiced martial arts.

He can be killed by a pile of them!

"Do it!"

Zhao Qing glanced at the bright moonlight, then shouted in a deep voice.

More than ten of his men moved out at the same time, and with the help of the moonlight, they climbed up to the top of the wall, in order to outflank the people inside!
Deng Deng Deng!
Use the leverage to climb onto the wall.

Zhao Qing put his hand to his waist and looked around the not-so-wide courtyard. Then his eyes fixed on the place, a little surprised.

In the courtyard, under the old tree.

A young man in black was sitting and drinking tea, with hot steam rising from the teacup.

Looking at it in the moonlight, the surrounding ground was in a mess, with flying dirt and long and narrow grooves all over.

"Ok?"

Zhao Qing suddenly felt uneasy:

"You're still practicing martial arts at this time?"

Huhu~
The wind suddenly blew up, blowing the fallen leaves into the sky.

Zhao Qing was suddenly shocked.

The young man under the tree had put down his teacup without anyone noticing, and was staring at them with a smile!

"Interesting, it came pretty quickly."

He seemed to be muttering, and when he saw that he was surrounded by dozens of people, there was a hint of amusement on his face.

There was no trace of fear.

"No, there's an ambush!"

Before Zhao Qing could say anything, he heard his men taking action.

One by one, they jumped down from the top of the wall, took a few steps forward, waving their fists and feet, and attacked the young man in black with the sound of cranes crying in the wind!
"kill!"

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and took action himself.

The right hand that had reached into the waist instantly drew out a dagger, and it seemed to glide down between steps. A flash of knife light was as white as snow, slashing towards the face of the person in the yard!
He is a martial artist at the physical training level, and he has a dozen brothers with nimble skills.

Are you afraid that you are alone?

As the knife shone fiercely, Zhao Qing suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and transformed it all into murderous intent. As the cold light flickered, it became even more intense!
"It's not bad to have money delivered to your door."

Zhou Yan glanced at everyone, taking in every move.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by dozens of fist shadows pressing down, the fist winds intertwined and rushed towards him, almost blocking all of Zhou Yan's routes of movement.

With so many punches and kicks, even a cow could be beaten to death.

Not to mention that when a group of thugs attacked, there was a flash of knife light coming from behind and spurting out from the gaps between them!

"No cooperation at all. They are just local gangs and hooligans."

The movements of many figures were reflected in Zhou Yan's eyes, but his heart was heavy and calm, without any ripples.

We are even analyzing the enemy's and our own methods.

"These thugs are not a threat. Even if they are all at the Flesh Training Stage, they are still just chickens and dogs. However, if they are surrounded and killed by a complete army, they will be a threat to me."

"If there is a formation to bless him, he will be a wise general."

The higher the martial arts level of a warrior, the higher the degree of manifestation of his qi and blood.

The formation method is to condense the soldiers' spirit through continuous training, maximize the soldiers' qi and blood, connect them together, and then turn the qi and blood into wolf smoke, which can suppress almost any enemy.

If facing such an enemy, can he win?

Zhou Yan smiled, and as his mind turned, his right arm had already been raised high, his eyes slightly lowered, and two fingers were put together like sharp swords.

Facing the oncoming knife light, he did not stand up.

Just a little bit in the air.

clang!
Like the sound of metal clashing!

The cold knife light paused for a moment.

Zhao Qing immediately felt a sharp pain in his hand, as if the base of his thumb was torn apart. Almost in an instant, he was knocked back a step by the force transmitted from the blade.

My hands loosened up. Snap!
A cold light like a half-moon disappeared from the sky in an instant as Zhou Yan pointed the blade at it, and fell to the ground reflecting the moonlight.

boom!
Tilting his head slightly, Zhou Yan extended the sword finger forward, turning it into a palm, and then slapped it behind his head, directly hitting a thug who was about to punch him.

Just one strike was enough to send it flying backwards.

Then he swept his feet again, and with a stroke of his toes, he broke the larynx of a tall and strong man, and his head tilted to the side in an instant!
silence.

Deathly silence!

Including Zhao Qing, no one dared to even breathe. They could only move their feet. No one dared to take the first step.

"Master!"

"Is this still a human being?"

Although no one spoke, Zhao Qing could still read fear from his younger brother's flickering eyes.

Because he was afraid too.

"This is definitely a master, at least a martial arts apprentice, a master at the tendon training level!"

Zhao Qing roared in his heart.

Martial arts are not really invincible, and the realm is not just three or five levels apart. How is it possible to beat enemies that are dozens of times more powerful than you and are only one step away from you?

Even a martial saint cannot do this.

Even Hong Xuanji, who has dominated the world for decades in the imperial court, may not be able to do it!
While cursing in his heart, Zhao Qing also secretly hated those people who provided the information, and thought that if he could get away with it by chance, he would definitely skin them alive!
"Not taking action anymore?"

Zhou Yan sat upright on a stone chair with an indifferent expression.

Seeing the group of thugs retreating one after another after being beaten back by only two or three people, he shook his head slightly and leisurely made himself a cup of tea.

After all, you can't have too much hope.

Zhao Qing and the others' faces immediately turned pale.

This is a fight of life and death, a fight to the death, and you actually still have the mood to make tea and drink water. How much do you think of us?
But they didn't dare to run.

In terms of agility, these warriors are much faster than them.

Having been gangsters for many years, they knew this, so they could only hope to find his weakness and then kill him!
"Being a bad person requires awareness. If you can't fight to the death and use every possible means to gain benefits, can you still be called a bad person?"

“Neither good nor bad, just garbage.”

Zhou Yan swallowed the tea and sighed for his money bag: "Since you guys won't take action, then it's my turn to take action."

call!
Everyone's breathing became heavier.

Almost everyone was staring at Zhou Yan's movements intently.

clang!
With a crisp sound, the teacup fell on the table.

At the moment the sound started and ended, Zhou Yan waved his sleeves and took off, like a hawk hunting its prey, and with his clothes fluttering, he swooped down.

He made claws with his hands and grabbed one of them!
puff!
In just a moment, blood mist gushed out!

Zhao Qing and the others only reacted at this time. Their eyes turned red and they could no longer bear the fear and anger and attacked again.

"die!"

"kill him!!!"

"Revenge my brother!"

Everyone looked angry and raised their fists.

Zhao Qing strode forward, grabbed the dagger on the ground, raised it up, shook his wrist, and swung out three times in a row in the blink of an eye!

One blow after another, the force continued to accumulate.

Finally it turned into a knife and chopped away!

Wow~
He exerted his strength to the extreme, and vaguely, the air under the knife light seemed to be distorted for a moment, as if ripples appeared!

"Yes, that's right!"

Zhou Yan then nodded.

It was already quite good that these people were able to take action after seeing these scenes, and it just so happened that they had already sensed the generation of qi and blood.

It’s a good opportunity to try out my martial arts after a long time.

It only took a breath for everyone to rush over.

Click, click, click!
Zhou Yan raised his hands suddenly and bent the already broken neck along the weak joints. With a "pop", he pulled out a huge head.

Then he clenched his hands and threw it out!

"Old Zhang!"

Someone cried out in grief and tried to catch the head.

The moment he clasped his hands together, his face changed. He felt the great force transmitted from them and flew backwards!

"Death!"

The knife in Zhao Qing's hand flashed fiercely, and then he pressed down the blade.

The semicircular blade light suddenly became faster and covered Zhou Yan's neck, trying to chop off Zhou Yan's head!

"If you can't even train your Qi and blood, what's the point of training weapons?"

Zhou Yan had a calm expression and his feet were like snakes.

Like an eagle landing on the ground, it turned into a dancing snake. More than a dozen people surrounded it, and countless fist shadows fell, but none of them touched Zhou Yan at all.

This is also the difference in combat experience.

Even though these thugs are martial artists at the physical training level, what combat experience do they have?

At most, you would just beat up pedestrians who wouldn't resist.

Even without mentioning Zhou Yan's realm and self-understanding, just the combat experience in several worlds combined can be said to be enough to make him fight all over the world several times.

How can these people be compared?

"Take it step by step. After all, I am here to experience the cultivation system of this world. This is also a good opportunity."

The thought flashed through Zhou Yan's mind, but his hands kept moving.

Sometimes his hands are like those of a tiger, sometimes he strikes with his shoulders, arms and elbows, and sometimes he hugs like a bear. It is just a change of form and the moves have not been fully used.

Right now, there is only one person left.

"you!"

Zhao Qing was trembling. The 1.80-meter-tall man was shaking like a sieve. He couldn't even hold the knife in his hand and it fell to the ground.

"No, don't come here!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He was so scared that his heart was broken and his bile was boiling up.

"Tell me, how much silver is there in your gang's base, and how many people are there?"

Zhou Yan shook his robe and walked towards Zhao Qing, stepping on the bloodstains in the courtyard.

"You, your martial arts are not right!"

"You are not a human, you are a ghost!"

When Zhao Qing saw Zhou Yan coming, he shook again and the dagger fell to the ground.

After careful observation, he also saw the aura of Zhou Yan, which was clearly at the same level of physical training as him, but his combat ability was...
Like a ghost or an immortal.

Such a word flashed through Zhao Qing's mind.

Then his whole body froze, he was actually frightened to death.

　The remaining two chapters will be posted later, and I will also make up for the missing one from yesterday.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)