Chapter 128 Waiting for Duantian Pavilion to fight
Black City, City Lord’s Mansion.
Compared with the small city of Luo City, the city lord's palace here covers an extremely large area, with pavilions stacked on top of each other in a well-proportioned manner.
Just one city lord's palace is almost one-tenth the size of Luo City, which shows the wealth of Black City.
In a three-story building, the lord of Black City, Tan Mingzhi, was reading a travel diary with gusto.
The death of the guarding general did not seem to have any impact on him.
Bang bang!
The door rang twice softly, and a man who looked like a housekeeper walked into the study.
"Master, Xin Tianwen went to Tianzhi Tower to persuade Han Yang, but failed and was killed by him with a knife."
The butler bowed and reported the information in a soft voice. When he talked about Xin Tianwen's death, his tone did not have any fluctuations.
Tan Mingzhi paused while flipping through the books, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Interesting, this Han Yang seems to be completely different from the ordinary Yuanmen disciples..."
The housekeeper nodded and said: "This person is indeed a different kind. If he hadn't personally written the memorial for that humble maid in Tianzhi Tower, even Xiuyiwei wouldn't know that this person is a direct descendant of the Yuan Clan."
Tan Mingzhi's eyes narrowed when he heard the word Xiuyiwei, but he soon returned to normal.
"I really underestimated the Yuan Sect before. First I hid a Blood Lotus Swordsman, and now Han Yang appears. He is worthy of being a branch of the Yuan Sect. Even though it has declined in the past few decades, this skinny camel is still better than Martha is big."
Speaking of the Blood Lotus Swordsman's name, Tan touched the scar on his face knowing it was unnatural.
That sword almost killed him.
He would never forget the scene when the Blood Lotus Swordsman slashed off half of his face with a casual sword, then turned and left without looking.
Contempt, naked contempt!
It was from that time that he unswervingly surrendered to Xiuyiwei.
In the eyes of Yuanmen, the so-called city lords of the nine cities of Yuanmen are nothing more than ants who can be wiped out at will.
Without strength, you can never hold your head high.
The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and asked: "Master, do you think we need to ask Cao Gu and the others to take action and keep that boy here? If he causes trouble again, it will inevitably affect that adult..."
"madness!"
Tan Mingzhi put down his hand and cursed lightly, "How do you think that old guy at the peak of bone forging in Duantian Pavilion died? A direct disciple like Han Yang must be protected by a guardian. How could Cao Gu and the others kill Han Yang under the eyes of the guardian?"
"Master is teaching you that you are too reckless!" The butler bowed and saluted, but he didn't look uneasy.
Tan Mingzhi snorted coldly and picked up the book again, "You let people guard Han Yang, and then..."
Before he finished his sentence, a third person's voice suddenly came from the room with only two people.
"You and Ling Wei go there in person and kill that boy and the guardian together!"
Hearing this voice, Tan Mingzhi hurriedly put down his book, stood up respectfully and saluted, "Yes!"
The majestic lord of the city behaved extremely humbly.
Butler Ling Wei also bowed and took orders.
When he bowed, the bones on his body shone brightly, making him look like a peak bone-forging expert.
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Tianzhi Tower.
The three Gu Feng finally died.
After wailing for two full hours, the three of them finally breathed their last as the sun set.
The owner of Tianzhi Building felt relieved.
The deaths of these three people were also a relief for him.
"Mr. Han, since these three people are dead, do you think you should move to the inner hall so that I can prepare meals for Mr. Han?"
Perhaps because the serious worry in his heart was gone, the tone of the owner of Tianzhilou became much more relaxed.
Han Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, completely ignoring the poster's words.
The setting sun shone on Han Yang's body, giving him a golden rim, which made him look somewhat sacred.
But the owner of Tianzhilou was full of slander in his heart.
In his heart, Han Yang and the little girl in red clothes beside him are monsters.
For two whole hours, the little girl in red stood motionless beside Han Yang. Not to mention her expression changed, she didn't even move her clothes.
One or two, both are inhuman existences.
Just when the owner of Tianzhi Tower wanted to speak again, there was a sudden chill behind him, as if some ancient ferocious beast appeared behind him.
He stiffly twisted his neck and found a young man in his thirties standing behind him.
He was in his thirties, clearly middle-aged, but his face looked a little immature, similar to that of a young man, which looked extremely strange.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on this person, giving the owner of Tianzhi Tower an illusion.
This man's body seemed to be shining with a bright jade-colored light.
"Jade bones! Eighty-nine bones, seven layers of jade bones!"
After blinking his eyes and confirming that he saw it correctly, the owner of Tianzhi Building took a breath of air.
This level is already comparable to the middle stage of the eighth level of bone forging.
What's even more frightening is that a seventh-level jade bone at such an age must be a second-grade genius.
Duantian Pavilion, the vengeful person has arrived.
The owner of Tianzhi Building staggered back two or three steps and retreated behind Han Yang.
"Han Yang, a direct disciple of Yuanmen, are you the one who killed my disciple of Duantian Pavilion?"
The genius of Duantian Pavilion walked into the square in front of Tianzhi Tower step by step. His vigorous momentum made the newly lit candles around him begin to sway, as if they would be extinguished at any time.
Han Yang opened his eyes, slightly disappointed, "Duantian Pavilion, are you going to send me to die alone?"
The genius of Duantian Pavilion laughed and said, "It's enough for me to kill just one of you!"
After saying this, he flicked his fingers, and the sword in his hand buzzed out of its sheath.
Under the setting sun, it was like a thunderous explosion.
"kill me?"
Han Yang's eyes moved towards the three people named Gu Feng.
"How brave!"
The moment he saw the three human pigeons, the face of the genius of Duantian Pavilion turned ferocious.
He spat on the ground angrily and said disdainfully: "Han Yang, I thought you were a direct disciple and should have some dignity as a direct disciple, but I didn't expect that you would actually use the guardian's battle results to show off your military power. How shameless!"
"Protector?"
Han Yang looked at the man suspiciously.
The genius of Duantian Pavilion sneered: "Why, you still want to deny it? It's okay for you to fool those secular warriors. Do you really think that I will believe that Elder Ju died in your hands? Although the genius of the Golden Bone is extremely talented, it is absolutely impossible. Counterattack to reach the peak of bone forging!"
Han Yang said nonchalantly: "You can think whatever you want. You won't be the only one coming to Duantian Pavilion, right? If that's the case, then I'll be really disappointed."
The genius of Duantian Pavilion pointed his sword at Han Yang and said angrily: "You are about to die and you are still talking eloquently. Han Yang, let me kill you first and see if the protector behind you will show up!"
After saying this, the muscles and bones roared together, the thunder of tigers and leopards resounded in all directions, and the light of the jade bones was even more brilliant than the setting sun.
A slash of the sword had the power to break the sky.
This person's strength is definitely higher than Tie Man and Zhang Yaojian.
In fact, his mastery of sword intent is still superior to that of Gu Feng, an elder at the peak of bone forging.
If placed in Yuanmen, when this person enters the door, he must be someone like Ye Nantian, who is only one step away from the first level of Golden Bone.
