Two days later, in a teahouse located in the downtown area, adjacent to the inn.

Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing both took off their veils, and sipped herbal tea from the bowl under the admiration of Zhu Yunwen opposite them, as if he were looking at a god.

Outside the seating area, around a dozen tables and chairs, were filled with porters, horsemen, traffickers, bodyguards and other people who worked hard in the world.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat mixed with tea and the noise of clinking porcelain.

While Wang Yuyan drank tea to relieve her fever, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. She occasionally glared hard at Zhu Yunwen, who had been staring at her, as a sign of "don't look at anything inappropriate".

Murong Qingqing concentrated her ears and eyes, and listened with all her concentration. She glanced through the door curtains and windows to see the movement of people in all directions, and she was always vigilant.

Wang Yuyan had little experience in the world of martial arts, but Murong Qingqing was completely different. She had often wandered in the world of martial arts when her parents died in the past, so she knew how to be on guard against the dangers of the world.

At this time, the two of them were just rescuing Zhu Yunwen from a group of Bahuang disciples from Jujiu Mountain, and then rode the Shenluan to this point. They stopped for a while on the way to eat and replenish their body and fluids.

This is the famous Flower Street Wine Alley on this street.

Many art buildings and teahouses are concentrated here, so people and cars are constantly coming and going.

In the art building in the distance, music and laughter filled the ears.

Coupled with the clamor of guessing and gambling in nearby restaurants, it becomes a busy place.

Wang Yuyan drank two cups of herbal tea, and when she saw that Murong Qingqing was not dripping with water, she immediately opened her teeth and smiled and said, "Sister Qingqing, you should also drink some tea to relieve your fatigue. Now that Zhu Wuwu has gone, Mr. Yunwen should

It's safe, we..."

"Silence!"

Murong Qingqing hurriedly put her finger to her lips to stop Wang Yuyan from continuing. She frowned and shook her head and said, "Yuyan, I told you that we are not completely safe yet, so we can't talk about Yun in a crowded place."

Mr. Wen's name is taboo, in case the walls have ears, so such topics can only be communicated through sound transmission.

Wang Yuyan stuck out her fragrant tongue and summoned her true energy to transmit the message, "Yes, yes, I know. But Sister Qingqing, don't you think what I said is unreasonable? Now that Zhu Wuwu has gone, is it still possible?"

Someone would take Mr. Yunwen’s life?”

Murong Qingqing frowned and said, "This is the most dangerous time. Although Zhu Wuwu is dead, the throne of the Ming Kingdom is still vacant. Any prince or grandson is qualified to sit on the throne of the Ming Kingdom Emperor."

The throne, so as long as someone among them wants to compete for the throne, he will definitely have the motive to attack other princes and grandchildren."

"Ah this..."

Wang Yuyan's expression changed slightly, and for a moment she felt that she had thought of things too simply, and that the royal dispute was too terrible.

Even so, there are still so many people flocking to her, just like her cousin Murong Fu, who spent his whole life fighting to regain Dayan, but ended up miserable.

While the two were talking, more than a dozen uninvited guests had already heard the news "ten breaths ago".

These dozen or so people all rushed into the side alleys, jumped on the roof, focused their efforts, and looked in all directions to investigate.

At the same time, they all deployed their superb body skills, jumping from house to house, flying up and down, and in a short while they had circled half a circle in the streets and alleys of the town.

Suddenly, one of them suddenly froze as he passed the teahouse. He only heard a woman's subtle voice mentioning the four words "Master Yunwen", and his eyes suddenly brightened and he stopped on the tiles.

Almost at the same time, Murong Qingqing, who was about to continue communicating with Wang Yuyan, twitched her ears and heard an unusual sound that was different from the clatter of cups and bowls and the noise of discussions. It seemed like the soft sound of tiles being pressed and rubbed.

All this is a long story, but in reality it was just a matter of Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing looking at each other after finishing speaking, and the communication between the two was as good as lightning.

Only then did Wang Yuyan's previous words spread out of the teahouse with the wind and reached the ears of guest Liang Shang who happened to be passing by the teahouse.

Almost without thinking, Murong Qingqing sent a message to Wang Yuyan to alert her. At the same time, three fingers popped out at the same time, but in a flash, they separated into three and flicked on the tea bowl in front of her.

It looked like three sounds made one sound, but in fact, one sound squeezed together turned into three sonic offensives, like concentric circles, rushing towards the roof outside the teahouse.

The man who had just stopped and stood firm on the tile surface did not expect that the prey below would notice it so quickly and fight back. Just when he wanted to resist, it was already too late.

Three invisible sound waves rushed directly into the body, shaking the internal organs, rushing into the meridians and even the brain.

"Um!!"

The man groaned, his mouth and nose bleeding, his eyes turned white and he fell down from the roof, shocking the crowd on the street below and running around.

When the companions from other directions heard the noise, they quickly raised their arms and used their body skills to jump over.

Just then, there was the sound of hoofbeats.

A carriage drove quickly from the shadows across the street.

The driver turned out to be a Bahuang player wearing a black hood.

The player yelled "drive, drive", "don't panic, the two founders, the little whirlwind of Bahuang is here to rescue you", and quickly drove to the street by the window on the west side of the teahouse.

Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan each held one of Zhu Yunwen's arms, jumped out of the window, and both fell onto the roof of the carriage.

"kill!"

More than a dozen figures jumped from all directions and quickly chased him, but they were all people wearing masks to hide their faces.

The man at the head had sinister eyes and a stocky build, holding a pair of shining silver steel rings with sharp teeth on the edges.

When he was still more than ten feet away from the carriage, he raised his left and right hands, and the steel rings struck each other hard, making a clear sound.

A clang!

A ring of harsh sound waves quickly rushed towards the carriage.

The driver and Zhu Yunwen immediately felt their ears rumbling, deafened, and dizzy.

At this time, Murong Qingqing snorted coldly, and the sound was like the sound of a muffled drum. The sound wave was suppressed immediately, and everyone felt a little comfortable.

I saw more than a dozen figures swarming up.

Wang Yuyan raised her eyebrows and scolded lightly, and opened her ten fingers one after another like playing a pipa. The true energy poured into the Shaoyang Shaoyin of her left and right hands along the meridians, and suddenly the sharp wind of her fingers tore through the air quickly.

Some of them immediately waved the weapons in their hands to block, but in the blink of an eye, their weapons flew away, and their bodies were injured. They were all shocked.

"Heavenly Realm!"

"When did Gusu Wang Yuyan become so strong?"

More than a dozen people were frightened and already had thoughts of retreating.

Someone raised their hands in a hurry and hit Zhu Yunwen with dozens of white bone funeral door nails, trying to distract Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing from retreating.

Unexpectedly, this move completely angered Murong Qingqing. She shouted softly and suddenly clasped her palms together.

clang!--!

A melodious chiming sound erupted as his powerful and bulging sleeves bulged, suddenly turning into a majestic golden aura that emerged from his body.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!——

The white bone nails that were shot quickly were all bounced away under the horrified gazes.

"Golden Bell!!?"

Zheng!——

Move the piano case away.

The black domineering Tianmo Qin flew out from the piano case and flew in front of Murong Qingqing. The moment he stretched out his arms to catch it, his ten fingers suddenly plucked the strings backwards.

Zheng!!

A round and huge Qin Gang was like a huge fan-shaped silver plate. As Murong Qingqing moved his hands, it flew out, and there were several screams accompanied by splashing blood.

Murong Qingqing has a cold face, purple-black lips, sharply raised eyebrows, and a majestic and domineering look. His long hair is wild, and he looks like the reincarnation of the Six-Fingered Piano Demon in the past. People can't help but think of his identity as the leader of the Tianqin Sect and the successor of the Six-Fingered Piano Demon.

Ding! Bang! Bang!!!

Murong Qingqing stood proudly on the carriage, and as the carriage sped forward, her hands and ten fingers flew wildly on the strings of the Tianmo Qin, like butterflies flying and interlacing on the strings, playing a murderous sound.

Invisible sound waves that are difficult to detect with the naked eye are formed into blades, full of magical brain-infusing magic power, and terrifying sonic damage that is impossible to prevent.

Wherever it goes! Gods who block it will kill gods, and Buddhas who block it will kill Buddhas.

The dozen or so assassins who were chasing after them were unable to escape even if they wanted to. Clusters of blood burst out from their bodies and they fell to the ground screaming, rolling around like gourds, and were soon harvested like wheat.

life.

Even if there were some powerful ones who rushed forward, they were killed on the spot by Wang Yuyan's few finger strikes.

Many players and people in the town who heard the news and came to watch the excitement were frightened when they saw such a scene.

They all watched the carriage gallop out of the town, leaving two shocking blood stains on the ground where the wheels ran over.

There were more than a dozen corpses scattered and bleeding profusely on the spot. They all died in miserable conditions, as if they had been tortured. Suddenly, an uproar broke out.

"Damn it, the Qin Demon is so powerful. It was a one-sided massacre. I think this group of masked men just now were all at the Gang Qi realm, and they were all massacred."

"Nonsense! After all, Qin Mo is someone who once followed the leader of Heifeng Village to break into Lingyun Cave and the battlefield of Ying Kingdom. Even Fire Qilin can't stand her Heavenly Demon Sound. What is the illusion that makes you think she is weak?"

"No, Qin Mo is just strong. I didn't expect Wang Yuyan, a cute little lady, to be so powerful. It seems that usually they are all overshadowed by the light of the Black Wind Village Master."

"Behind every successful man, there must be several powerful women. As the second and fourth ladies of Black Wind Village, they are certainly very capable."

"A few idiots are still beeping here. They didn't notice the many corpses over there. Some people have already gone to touch the corpses."

A cold gaze quietly stared at the direction of the carriage in the second-floor room of an art building on the east side, then withdrew his gaze and glanced at a group of strangers on the street who were fighting for the corpse's belongings like annoying hyenas.

There was a hint of disgust and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why don't you take action? As long as you take action, it will be easy to force these two women back and take away Zhu Yunwen."
To be continued...