The moment the door opened, the mourning hall was filled with air whistling.

boom!

Before he finished speaking, An Qisheng stepped under his feet, and the violently rolling airflow sounded like a continuous cannon.

In an instant, the airflow in the hall rose rapidly, and the night wind that flowed in from the backward swept across the entire mourning hall.

Bang!

While stepping forward, he swung his arm and poked his fist straight towards Zhao Hongxuan in front of the coffin like a spear!

"you!"

Zhao Hongxuan was shocked and wanted to say something. The rushing air flow made his face twist, and he could not say a word.

Too fast!

Too fast!

He felt a flash in front of him, and the terrifying murderous intent was already coming to his face, which made him tremble in his heart and breathe rapidly.

I can't catch this punch.

Zhao Hongxuan's heart was trembling and the crisis was a big deal.

At this time, the man's cold side appeared. The moment the fist wind came, his palm, which was holding onto the coffin, suddenly exhaled force, and his internal force was spitting out.

Boom!

Wood chips are flying all over the sky!

The flying coffin was suddenly blown open by An Qisheng, and the cold and hard corpse flew out several meters under the airflow, knocking over the mourning hall decorations.

"Ah! Zhao Hongxuan, you beast!"

The old woman's eyes were so bloody that she rushed towards her son's body, making a shrill and resentful curse.

But Zhao Hongxuan no longer heard the old woman's scolding.

In the airflow of wood chips flying all over the sky.

A fist had pierced through it and hit his arms that were placing him in front of him.

Bang!

The sound of muscles and bones bursting in the mourning hall, Zhao Hongxuan coughed up blood and flew backwards, and was beaten up from the ground.

And at this time, he also saw the appearance of the visitor.

He had white hair, a dark Taoist robe, and a cold murderous intent on his old face.

"king....."

Zhao Hongxuan's pupils shrank, and the words and blood spurted out:

"I have a secret..."

But An Qisheng did not delay at all, and the impact force he took in one step had not stopped at all.

The fist is accompanied by elbows, the elbows are connected with the shoulders, the body and mind are moved together, and the strength is released together.

call!

The blood mist emitted by Zhao Hongxuan had not spread yet, and the syllables he emitted were still pausing at the corner of his mouth.

An Qisheng has already caught up!

The chin in the fist, the elbow hits the chest, the body turns, and the Baji Tieshan Point!

Boom!

With a collision, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes suddenly burst, and blood spurted out from his seven orifices like an arrow.

Click~~

As the sound of bones shattering as if rain hits a banana leaf, Zhao Hongxuan's body suddenly hits the wall.

Bang!

When the wall shook, the blue bricks shattered, and cracked spider webs spread out likewise.

His body was suddenly embedded into the wall under this collision!

“Hehe~~~”

Zhao Hongxuan struggled in vain, and countless unwillingness passed with his last breath.

"unnecessary......"

An Qisheng closed his fists and stood upright, responding indifferently.

And until then, the old woman just held Zhao Qiandu's body in her arms.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly laughed bitterly:

"Haha! Haha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you have ruined so many families, and it is your turn after all!"

An Qisheng stood indifferently and did not take action again.

Because in the ruins of the mourning hall, the old woman holding her son's body had already lit the mourning hall, and the rising flames engulfed the flying paper and drowned her figure.

"Retribution, retribution!"

A shrill scream like a night owl echoed in the sea of ​​fire.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

"The young master's mourning hall is gone!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

The fire snake that rose up with the rolling smoke was finally discovered.

The dozens of guards patrolling outside the inner courtyard suddenly changed their colors and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

"The desire to survive is indeed very strong."

On the edge of the sea of ​​fire, An Qisheng stood with his hands down, looking at the sea of ​​fire with a faint sound.

He has a deep understanding of the human body, and at a glance, he can tell that the old woman in the sea of ​​fire is not dead yet.

If you can come up with such a method in just a short time, this old woman is also a ruthless person.

If he hadn't been cautious, he would have been deceived by her.

"Ah! You, you devil, devil!"

In the flames, the old woman screamed.

She finally couldn't resist the fire snake's licking, and she danced in the sea of ​​fire.

It was not until the screams disappeared and the guards who came to put out the fire rushed into the inner courtyard that he reeled and disappeared into the night.

He didn't leave. After climbing over the inner courtyard, he turned around and headed towards the Zhao family's gold-cashed place.

He had dreamed of Zhao Qiandu, not only did he not have any sympathy for the Zhao family, but he also knew most of their secrets.

For example, the location of gold, silver and jewelry.

After turning over the backyard, it was the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lived.

The courtyard is lined up one by one, and it is home to many of Zhao Hongxuan's concubines.

At this time, when I saw a fire, candles lit up in the yard.

An Qisheng's body flashed and he had already arrived at Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom. He reached out and pushed it, broke the door bolt and entered the room.

"Who? Master? What happened outside, so noisy?"

As soon as I entered the room, a soft and delicate voice came from the bed behind the screen.

Puff ~

An Qisheng took a step forward and popped up a stone I picked up on the road to knock the woman out.

The dark room in the bedroom was opened with a familiarity.

When he pushed the door open, his eyes immediately lit up, and the golden light illuminated his eyes.

"It's really a stinky smell of wine and meat in the rich, and there are frozen bones on the road."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and leaned over to sweep away all the gold and silver, ancient secret books, and even some collections of sharp weapons.

Turn around and leave.

.........

Squeak ~

Before dawn, Chen Asi pushed open the door, rubbed his sore waist, and prepared to start his day's life.

He wanted to rest, but couldn't.

The young children, the seriously ill wife, and the elderly parents, all this was pressing on his shoulders, and he could not relax.
To be continued...