Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Yang Zhao had no choice but to drink a glass of wine and said, "Eat it! You've taken all the bamboo shoots!"

The young servant in green clothes said cleverly, "Haha, young master, you are such a nice person."

Yang Zhao: “…”

Are you polite?

We let you eat and drink, and then you turn around and give me a nice guy card.

Good guy, he belongs to the dog family.

Chapter 46: The Underworld Master Appears

Sometimes, it feels good to meet someone in the same world without having to know him/her before.

Just like now.

Yang Zhao did not delve into the true identity of the young man in blue. He just smelled the faint peach blossom fragrance coming from the other person and felt very happy.

It feels really good to chat and laugh, and discuss food with each other.

However, this harmonious scene did not last long.

When the banquet was halfway through in the hall, an uninvited guest arrived with full of malice.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Although the food is indeed good, it's not so delicious that it will make you cry, right?"

"Oh my god, Master Jin Guang, why are you crying too?"

"Fuck you, this guy is poisoned. Quick, notify Hero Yan and the others..."

"It is colorless and odorless. Those who are struck will burst into tears and will lose all their strength. This is the sad and tender breeze!"

"Xixia Yipintang, only these bastards from Xixia have this kind of poison..."

During the grand banquet, the aroma of wine and food wafted in the air.

No one had expected that those gangsters who had been coveting the Wuji Immortal Pill would actually collude with the foreigners from Western Xia and use this Beisu Qingfeng to harm people.

But within a short moment, people fell to the ground one after another in the huge Jiang Mansion.

Sad and Pure Breeze is a strange poison. Those who are poisoned by it will not only shed tears uncontrollably, but their entire body will be unable to move, and they will be unable to force out the poison with their internal strength.

The visitor was of great malice and took advantage of the banquet to poison the person.

In just less than half an hour, most of the people in the Jiang Mansion were infected.

Even those as powerful as Master Tianzheng and Master Taichan were not spared.

However, just when everyone was becoming increasingly uneasy, Yan Nantian stood up like lightning and thunder, and a sword energy cut through the sky, beheading several bandits hiding on the roof.

"How dare you, you little rat, poison someone? Get out of here!"

A roar like thunder rang out.

In an instant, throughout the Jiang Mansion, inside and outside, for a radius of several miles, a ferocious energy like thunder and fire suddenly erupted, like thunder in the sky, sweeping away the evil spirits.

The magical skill of the wedding dress is as powerful as thunder and fire, and is known as the Zen of martial arts.

Yan Nantian is heroic and dignified, with a bright heart.

The combination of the two created the thunderous sound that embodies Yan Nantian's martial arts will.

Just this roar alone can frighten many people with weak cultivation and evil intentions to death.

In addition, there were many underworld masters who coveted the Wuji Immortal Pill. Under the roar of thunder, they had to use their internal energy to resist, exposing their own tracks.

"You thief, take my sword!"

Yan Nantian quickly noticed the underworld masters hiding on the periphery, and immediately became furious. The Pure Yang Wuji Sword in his hand slashed dozens of sword energies in an instant.

The sword energy was mighty and majestic, and it seemed as if it was a powerful weapon, but it could not damage anything in the hall.

Just in the blink of an eye.

Those dozens of sword energies cut through the sky like silk threads and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, screams of thieves were heard from the outskirts of Jiang Mansion, hundreds of steps away.

"So strong!"

At this time, the blue-clothed servant in Yang Zhao's arms was also poisoned by the sad breeze. He became weak and a hint of disguise was revealed on his face.

But she was a little girl pretending to be dressed as a man, with a fair neck and white skin, very attractive.

Yang Zhao took a deep breath of the peach blossom fragrance from the girl and said, "Yan Nantian is indeed worthy of being the number one hero and number one swordsman in Jiangnan, Song Dynasty. His reputation is well-deserved."

"The sword energy just now was powerful and fierce, yet light and delicate. This skill is close to the Tao."

The little girl in green looked bewildered and said, "I don't quite understand it, but it sounds very powerful."

Yang Zhao casually hugged the little girl and said, "There is no threshold to enter the heavens. Don't you think it's amazing?"

The little girl was hugged up by Yang Zhao, and her pretty face turned pink under the invisible disguise.

But under the sad and gentle breeze, everyone is equal.

The little girl couldn't struggle and could only whisper: "That's amazing, even my dad can't do it, and..."

Yang Zhao stared at the little girl and asked, "Anything else?"

The little girl said, "Sir, please don't hug me too tightly. I'm afraid I might hurt you accidentally!"

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hurt me? Are you not awake yet? What's the matter, girl? Do you have a thorn on your body?"

The little girl was quirky but smart, and she quickly noticed the smile in Yang Zhao's eyes.

Fang Yi reacted.

The little girl looked angry and said, "Damn you, have you discovered it a long time ago?"

Yang Zhao took a deep breath and said, "That's not the case. It's because you smell so good, little girl."

"Bah bah bah!"

The little girl became more and more angry and said, "You bastard, I'm going to stab you to death, stab you, stab you..."

Yang Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

There were indeed thorns on the little girl's body, which should be some kind of strange armor.

However, the strongest kind of armor can only deal with masters, while Yang Zhao's physical body is the strongest and can rival the gods.

Forget it, just stab her and let this little girl vent her anger.

Yang Zhaoxin changed the position of his hands, and felt more comfortable holding the little girl. He said, "Don't make any noise. The show is about to begin. It's going to be a big scene. It's good to watch more."

"Humph!"

The little girl was still very temperamental, but she eventually calmed down. Her pair of big eyes, with distinct black and white, rolled around.

She has a contradictory yet integrated temperament of being eccentric yet pure and innocent, which makes her extremely charming.

That's when.

As Yan Nantian drew his sword out of thin air, he cleared out all the trash outside the Jiang Mansion.

One after another, underworld masters with extremely powerful auras began to appear in the main hall of the Jiang Mansion.

"The world's greatest madman, Yan Kuangtu!"

"Li Chenzhou is the king of the world!"

"Under the command of the Great Heavenly King Zhu, the Soft Water Lord Yong Xiyu and the seven elders!"

"Xixia Yipintang, Helian Tieshu..."

"West Poison Ouyang Feng!"

"Wen Lazi from the time-honored Wen family, Tang Chou, the Little Snow Fairy among the four fierce criminals, and Thunderstorm among the nine generals..."

Real gangsters are all well-known and well-known. Even if there are wanted posters all over the streets, no one can easily eliminate or capture them.

Seeing these people appear, everyone in the hall began to feel their hearts beating wildly.

You have to know that the people who appeared in the lobby of Jiang Mansion were at least at the Grandmaster level, and the highest ones like Yan Kuangtu were already half a step away from being a celestial being.

On the white side, there was only Yan Nantian.

How to beat this fucking bastard? Hit him on the head!

Chapter 47: Master Tianzheng

Yan Nantian is very strong and famous, and has the appearance of a god of war.

But so what.

No matter how powerful or famous Yan Nantian is, he cannot defeat a dozen well-prepared underworld masters.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the people of Baidao.

At this moment, a series of extremely powerful figures quickly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and flew over from the back garden of Jiang Mansion, confronting those underworld masters.

"Wudang master, Iron Cavalry and Silver Bottle!"

"The Beggars' Sect Grandmaster Hong Qi!"

"Xuan Cheng, the Thirteen Greatest Divine Monk of Shaolin!"

"Qingcheng famous person Xiao Qingfeng!"

"The Beggar Sect's Iron-Crutch Immortal Lü Qing and the Emei Sect's Deadly Fairy Xie Yunzhen and his wife..."

In a small lobby.

There are many masters in the underworld, and there are also many masters in the white world.

In an instant, the qi of both sides surged and collided violently like a needle against a wheat spike.

In this case, the ones who will suffer are naturally the people who are poisoned on the ground.

"You are despicable. You are not a hero if you hurt someone behind the scenes or poisoned someone secretly. If you have the guts, hand over the antidote. Let's fight one on one. I will squeeze the balls out of you."

There was someone in the lobby who had a strong desire to survive and tried to use provocation to give the opponent a fighting chance.

puff!

Immediately afterwards, a finger force broke through the air and the man died on the spot.

at the same time.

People like Wen Lazi and Ouyang Feng, who were famous for their poison, even sneered.

These gangsters are all cruel, vicious and unscrupulous people. How can they change their style of doing things just because of a few shouts from others?

The death of the person who spoke made the situation between the two sides even more tense.

Yan Nantian swung the sword in his hand and said fiercely: "Today is the auspicious day for me and my second brother to become sworn brothers. If anyone dares to attack me again, I will fight you to the death!"

After saying this, a fierce murderous aura emanated from Yan Nantian's body, and a hint of scarlet appeared in his eyes.

A famous swordsman like Yan Nantian still has a strong deterrent effect.

Especially the person who attacked secretly and was pointed at by Yan Nantian's sword, his scalp suddenly felt numb, and under the pressure of the terrifying sword force, he couldn't even breathe.

In just a moment, the man who attacked secretly had turned blue in the face and died on the spot.

At this moment, even a great master as powerful as Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, stopped talking and his face became serious.

This is different from the "unity" of the white side.

Among the underworld masters, almost all of them were fighting on their own, and no one cared about the dead person.

Only Yan Kuangtu raised his eyebrows, causing the temperature of the entire room to drop sharply, and said: "A very good opponent, but unfortunately today is not a good day to kill."

"Yan Nantian, ask your sworn brother Jiang Feng to tell me the whereabouts of the Wuji Immortal Pill, and I will spare your life."

Yan Kuangtu, the world's number one madman, is indeed as his name suggests.

But it's a pity.

The name of Yan Kuangtu could scare 99% of the people in the world, but it could not scare the brave Yan Nantian.

Yan Nantian had not yet retracted his sword, preparing for a life-and-death fight.