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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 333: Destroying the Gang

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    Chapter 333: Destroying the Gang

    "Oh!" Qing'er agreed and thought about it. She glanced at the people beside the boulders with her bright eyes and saw what they were holding.

    She hurriedly raised her arm, about to pinch the jade bracelet by her ear, but there was a soft whistle of "chi" in her ear, and a bit of cold light shot towards her right hand.

    Qing'er had no choice but to dodge the hidden weapon with a flick of her arm, stepped on it quickly, her body turned around, and her little hand grabbed the jade bracelet next to her ear again.

    Several hidden weapons emitted two "chichi" screams, like the cry of a ghost, which was extremely scary in the dark night.

    One of them was very fast, and he was pushing towards Qing'er, firing iron thorns from his hands. Although it was not fatal, it could restrain the person.

    "Because I heard what the skinny middle-aged man said, Qing'er is the real owner, and he would only shoot the iron thorns. Otherwise, all kinds of vicious hidden weapons would have been fired out long ago, turning her into a hornet's nest.

    "Haha, little beauty, you still want to be rescued?!" The short and thin old man's palms were like lightning, with light movements, covering Song Wenqing, and he was teasing with a smile.

    "Don't bully others too much!" Song Wenqing's Chaoyin Sword made Fang Zheng calm and not at all anxious. He kept the situation airtight. For a moment, the other party was helpless against her.

    "Haha, you've gone too far to deceive others?!" He laughed, his palm skills became more agile, he shook his head and said with a smile: "I only blame you for being a member of the Fenglei Gang!"

    "Gang grievances are vented on a weak woman. No wonder the Changsha Gang is so incompetent!" Song Wenqing snorted coldly, with anger in the corners of his eyes, the sword light surged, as fierce as the waves crashing on the shore, and his feet kept moving towards Qing'er's  direction, worried in my heart.

    "Yeah!" Qing'er suddenly let out a muffled grunt, her body suffocated, and she had been hit by a hidden weapon.

    Song Wenqing¡¯s skills were running and his eyesight was sharp. Even though the night was dark, he could still see the twitch on Qing¡¯er¡¯s face, followed by a proud smile, and the jade in her left ear was already cracked.

    "Qing'er!" She screamed with fear, her sword light swelled again, and she rushed towards Qing'er without any care.

    A ray of silver light shot straight into the sky, like fireworks blooming in the sky, turning into a group of stars. At first glance, they looked like silver stars. In the end, these stars slowly condensed into two large characters, which were condensed but not scattered, suspended in the air.  , but the word "Ë®ÔÆ".

    Everyone in the field stopped and looked up, surprised by the dreamlike scene.

    "You are so powerful, little girl!" The short and thin old man turned to look at Qing'er, shook his head and sighed: "You can send out a signal despite being hit by a hidden weapon, I admire you very much!"

    "Huh!" Qing'er snorted proudly, but her fair little face had wrinkled up. She had been hit by hidden weapons, not just one or two.

    "Qing'er, is it okay?!" Song Wenqing took the opportunity to rush to Qing'er, his eyes eager and his voice trembling.

    "Aunt Qing, it hurts so much!" Qing'er raised her wrist, bit her lower lip tightly, and frowned.

    Song Wenqing took a look and saw that there were two iron thorns stuck in Qing'er's snow-white wrist, and there were two in his arm. He suddenly felt severe pain, his heartbeat accelerated, and he turned his head and glared angrily at the tall and thin man who was using the hidden weapon.

    "Everyone, come up together, so as not to have a long night with many dreams!" The short and thin old man waved his hand and shouted loudly. When he saw the word "water cloud" condensing in the sky, he felt awe-inspiring and wanted to retreat.

    "What's wrong?" A clear voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and a figure suddenly appeared next to Qing'er. He was dressed in a green shirt and had an elegant demeanor. It was Xiao Yuesheng.

    "Mr. Xiao!" Qing'er shouted in surprise, her face suddenly lit up.

    Song Wenqing looked back at him. Although he was surprised by how quickly he arrived, he didn't have the intention to ask more questions. He hummed softly: "Qing'er was hit by a hidden weapon."

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, his warm eyes suddenly changed, he scanned everyone and landed on Qing'er.

    "I'll do it." He said to Song Wenqing, reaching out and gently pressing Qing'er's arm.

    Song Wenqing glanced at him without saying a word, put down his hand, took a step back, and stepped aside to let him get closer.

    He lightly patted Qing'er's arm, and several iron thorns burst out of his clothes, followed by several bloody arrows. Song Wenqing was startled. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the wound had stopped bleeding.

    She suddenly realized that the bloody arrow just now was the dirty blood caused by the iron thorn piercing it.

    Xiao Yuesheng took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, dug lightly with his fingers, dug out some mud-like substance, and gently applied it to the wound on Qing'er's arm.

    Qing'er's light green shirt was already damaged, and the several holes looked quite funny.

    "Qing'er, does it still hurt?" Xiao Yuesheng put away the porcelain bottle, raised his head and asked with a smile.

    "This is really good medicine!" Qing'er shook her arms, her face full of excitement: "Not at allIt¡¯s over!  "

    "That's good." Xiao Yuesheng smiled, turned around slowly, looked at the short and thin old man, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you from the Changsha Gang?!"

    "Exactly!" The short and thin old man nodded and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

    He did not take action directly, but he was afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's sudden appearance and display of Qinggong. However, he had a crossbowman here, and he was extremely courageous and unafraid.

    "He Lao, this is that person!" The thin middle-aged man came up to the old man and said softly.

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?" Mr. He raised his eyebrows, looked Xiao Yuesheng up and down, and said with a smile: "So it's you I'm waiting for you!"

    As he spoke, he quickly retreated and was in the air, shouting loudly: "Archer, shoot!"

    The dozen or so people beside the boulder raised their crossbows, aimed at Xiao Yuesheng and the others, and were about to pull their fingers, but they felt a green shadow flash in front of their eyes, and then it went black, and they suddenly knew nothing.

    "Xiao Yuesheng's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, the crossbowmen on the opposite side fell down one after another, and there was no sound. The crossbow fell to the side, and no arrows were shot.

    "What a vicious method!" Xiao Yuesheng's face seemed to be sinking into water, and he snorted coldly: "I can't let you live!"

    After saying that, he flashed again, disappeared on the spot, and appeared next to the old man. He waved his palms out and hit the middle palace directly.

    "Well done!" The old man had already landed. When he saw him floating towards him, he shouted loudly. He dwarfed his body, slightly bent his legs, and pushed out with his thick palms.

    It was like a strong wind blowing by, making Xiao Yuesheng's clothes rustle.

    Song Wenqing was secretly awestruck. He didn't expect that this old man had such deep inner strength. Just now he was just playing cat and mouse, just teasing himself. It was really insulting!  Thinking of this, he felt angry and murderous.

    "What a pity!" Xiao Yuesheng let out a sigh, shook his head at the old man, with a look of compassion on his face, and his four palms slowly collided.

    "Bang!" Everyone felt a roar in their ears, as if the earth was shaking.

    " Xiao Yuesheng's expression was solemn, his clothes were fluttering, and he was looking at the opposite side. The short and thin old man had a solemn expression and his face was as pale as paper.

    He had already taken two steps back, his legs were sunk a foot deep, and his ankles were completely sunk into the soil. He stood motionless in the soil.

    "Come again!" Xiao Yuesheng hummed, took a step forward, stretched out his right palm, and pushed it away slowly.

    "Hey!" The short and thin old man rolled his eyes, as sharp as lightning, opened his mouth and shouted, a red light flashed on his face, and he slowly pushed out his palms to meet him.

    "Bang!" Everyone felt a shock, like a mad cow running into each other at high speed, and the strong wind blew their hair.

    "Poof!" The short and thin old man spat out a mouthful of hot blood. His face became increasingly pale, without a trace of blood. He did not retreat any further, but his feet sank deeper, and his entire knee was already buried in the soil.

    "Come again!" Xiao Yuesheng said lightly, reaching out his right palm again.

    "Stop!" the thin middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice, unsheathed his sword, united his body and sword, and stabbed Xiao Yuesheng in the back.

    "I won't let you off this time!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted coldly. He pushed out his right palm in a circle, slapped it backwards, and hit the long sword with one palm.

    The sound of "dang" was like the sound of gold and iron. The thin middle-aged man only felt a force coming from the sword, which was transmitted from his arm to his body. His body suddenly stiffened, and his whole body was numb. Then his heart hurt, and his vision was blurred.  Darkness finally lost consciousness, and the long sword fell to the ground.

    When the long sword landed on the ground, it immediately turned into several pieces and scattered, as if they were made of glass. Qing'er looked at it with great curiosity.

    As the long sword fell to the ground, his body slowly collapsed to the ground, like mud. After falling, he remained motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

    "Did Mr. Xiao kill him?" Qing'er asked Song Wenqing curiously.

    "Yeah." Song Wenqing nodded. Although their relationship was short, it was quite strange. She seemed to have known him for a long time and could guess his thoughts.

    "Just like that?!" Qing'er spat out her sweet tongue, not daring to look anymore, and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly pushed out his right palm and said lightly: "You, the Changsha Gang, are all in vain. You want a quick death, but you can't blame others!"

    The old man couldn't speak, so he could only keep his mouth tightly closed to prevent the hot blood from spurting out. He raised his palms again and slowly pushed them out. The veins on the back of the palms were beating, as if there were several earthworms crawling around in them.

    This is the blow of his lifelong skill. At this point, he knows that he has no physical strength, so he might as well fight to the death.

    Xiao Yuesheng pushed lightly, without any anger, and collided with the opponent's palms, causing another loud shock.

    The old man's body flew up, fell a foot away, fell to the ground, and fell to the sky, like a rag.Oops, silent and motionless.

    "Mr. Xiao, is he dead too?" Qing'er asked delicately.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and smiled slightly: "Well, I have been reincarnated as a human being. Don't mess with Qing'er again in the next life!"

    "This old man is the most hateful!" Qing'er had no mercy at all, because he was so ungrateful and insulted Song Wenqing, Qing'er hated him to death.

    Xiao Yuesheng's body swayed, like a breeze blowing by, passing by the rest of the Changsha Gang, and then landed next to Qing'er and Song Wenqing, wrapped his arms around their waists, and disappeared from where they were.

    The two of them felt a peaceful aura approaching, and then the scene before their eyes changed. In the blink of an eye, they were back in the carriage.

    "Mr. Xiao, what an amazing light kung fu!" Qing'er touched the low couch and marveled, turned around and said with a smile: "Why do you appear as soon as my ear is broken?"

    This question was also in Song Wenqing's mind. When the jade bracelet was broken, he could appear instantly. It was really unbelievable to think about it.

    "You've been following us?!" Song Wenqing snorted lightly, not looking good at all, but there was a touch of joy in his heart.

    "Haha I guess." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded, too lazy to explain too much. Even if he did, they wouldn't believe it.

    "Hehe, I knew Mr. Xiao wouldn't let it go!" Qing'er immediately clapped her hands and said with a happy smile.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently, sat on the couch, and said warmly: "The journey has been quite uneven, so I'd better take you back in person."

    Song Wenqing glanced at him, his eyes flashed, and he said nothing.

    ?? She still thinks about what happened tonight, and breaks out in cold sweat. It was too dangerous. If he hadn't come over, they would have been doomed. Under the force of the crossbow, there was no way to escape. They didn't have his superb Qinggong!

    My own safety is not a big concern. If anything happens to Qing'er, how can I meet my sister who is so shameless?  !

    Qing'er's injury almost knocked her out of her mind. If it weren't for the strange sight that appeared in the sky, she would have been palmed and fell to the ground.

    Wuling

    The powerful Fenglei Gang headquarters in Huguang is located in this city.

    The Fenglei Gang was originally just an ordinary little sect. It is now so powerful because its leader, Bai Xiaotianxiong, is very talented, and his means and ambition are far beyond those of ordinary people.

    Today¡¯s Fenglei Gang is invincible throughout Huguang, obeying all orders and flags waved, it is really majestic.

    When the two girls stepped into Huguang territory, people from the Fenglei Gang came to meet them. Xiao Yuesheng felt relieved and drove his carriage to say goodbye.

    The main altar of Fenglei Gang is in the back garden.

    The afterglow of the setting sun was soft and magnificent. Song Wenqing was wearing a white shirt and sitting in a small pavilion. He held a book in his hand, but his bright eyes were staring at the colorful clouds on the horizon, his eyes were empty and he was lost in thought.

    The setting sun shone on her body, as if she was wearing a rosy gown, and her beautiful face was even more charming.

    Wearing an apricot-yellow shirt, Qing'er walked through the flowers and came to the pavilion with her boots on. She called out sweetly: "Aunt Qing, have you heard about it?"

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?¡± Song Wenqing trembled, came to his senses, and turned around to look.

    Qing'er sat next to her, picked up her tea cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said softly: "The Changsha Gang is finished!"

    "What's going on?" Song Wen's clear eyes flashed and his body was slightly explored.

    "The leader and more than a dozen leaders of the Changsha Gang were all killed. The rest of the gangs were divided into pieces, each occupying the top of the mountain. The Changsha Gang has disappeared!" Qing'er said with an excited smile.  "Giggle, what a relief!"

    "They were all killed?" Song Wenqing's slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, his posture moving.

    "No!" Qing'er nodded excitedly, "And it was silent!  The first night, they were fine, but the next day, none of them woke up. I heard that they were shocked while sleeping.  His heart was broken, so the rest of the gang didn¡¯t dare to stay anymore, so they each took a group of people and disbanded the Changsha Gang.¡±

    "Who could have done it?" Song Wenqing still frowned lightly.

    ¡°Hehe, of course it¡¯s Mr. Xiao¡ª¡ª!¡± Qing¡¯er answered without hesitation.

    "He¡ª¡ª?" Song Wenqing nodded slightly. His gentle smile flashed in her mind just now, but she shook her head subconsciously and said, "No way?"

    "Who said no?!" Qing'er said anxiously, putting down the tea cup: "Mr. Xiao is so powerful, who else can kill them silently?! Humph, the Changsha Gang can't  You¡¯re not a vegetarian!¡±

    "Why did he kill someone?" Song Wenqing glanced at her.

    "Of course it's because they want to kill us!" Qing'er replied in a sweet voice of course, humming."They came to kill us several times. If it weren't for Mr. Xiao, they would have succeeded!"

    "Well" Song Wenqing nodded calmly and turned to look at the western sky.

    "Aunt Qing, Xiao Yuesheng is helping us vent our anger!" Qing'er reached out and grabbed Song Wenqing's arm and shook it.

    "Well, even so." Song Wenqing nodded calmly, still looking at the colorful clouds in the sky.

    Qing'er pouted her lips and said softly: "Then let's write him a letter and say thank you, okay?"

    Song Wenqing shook his head with a cold expression: "No need."

    "That's so rude!" Qing'er refused to give up and stared at her face.

    "We are just guessing, and there is no basis for it. We don't want to be seen as being sentimental." Song Wenqing glanced at her and said lightly.

    ¡°Aunt Qing¡ª¡ª!¡± Qing¡¯er shook her arm hard and acted coquettishly.

    "Haha Qing'er, I'm pestering your aunt again!" A burst of hearty laughter rang out, and a middle-aged man came from the flower path.

    This man is tall and burly, wearing a brocade robe, his face is like a silver moon, his beard is fluttering, his body is straight, he is walking slowly, like a dragon and a tiger, and he has a formidable momentum.

    "Daddy!" Qing'er let go of her hand and gave a sweet smile.

    "Why are you pestering your aunt again?!" Bai Xiaotian chuckled, looking at Qing'er with doting eyes.

    "No!" Qing'er rolled her almond-shaped eyes and shook her head.

    "Brother-in-law." Song Wenqing stood up and gave a faint salute.

    "Wenqing, have you had dinner?" Bai Xiaotian asked kindly, entering the small pavilion.

    Song Wenqing shook his head, his expression still calm, and turned to tell Qing'er: "Go and make tea for your father!"

    "Yes!" Qing'er clasped her fists and bowed, then ran away with a sweet smile.

    Watching her disappear among the flowers, Bai Xiaotian chuckled, his face full of gentleness and kindness.

    He turned his head and looked at Song Wenqing, who looked calm, and said kindly: "Wenqing, are you worried about something?"

    Song Wenqing glanced at him and shook his head.

    Bai Xiaotian waved his hand: "Don't hide it from me. You have changed since you came back. Something must have happened."

    Song Wenqing said calmly: "It's nothing, maybe it's just that I've seen it too much and I feel emotional. It'll be fine after a while."

    "That's good." Bai Xiaotian nodded and didn't ask any more questions. His sister-in-law had a distant temperament. Although she was close to Qing'er, she always kept a distance from herself. She was the exact opposite of her sister's lively temperament, which was really unusual.
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