Chapter 167 (1/2)

The night passed.

Early the next morning, Li Qing and others woke up with white face and purple lips.

Qi Yun asked the doctor to check it carefully. He just lost his blood and needed to rest for some time.

He nodded gently and ordered Li Qing and others to have a rest. He specially asked the doctor to prescribe tonic medicine for them.

During the day, he went to the Wu Gang headquarters again and told Zhao Tianlong about yesterday's news. He wanted to ask his opinion.

It is extremely important whether the Ao family has escaped.

Once the Ao family really leaves, the Wu Gang will become a piece of ownerless fat in an instant.

If you meet a good master, you can bear some.

But if you encounter those who are cruel and indiscriminate, the Wu Gang is basically over, and everyone will become blood food.

Zhao Tianlong was surprised when he got the news from Qi Yun. His eyes changed and flashed violently.

”OK, I'll contact them right away to confirm.”

Zhao Tianlong said seriously.

Qi Yun nodded gently and said, ”I don't know whether the crack in the underworld is true or false. I'll continue to track down the strange things in the city these two days. If the Ao family really escaped, with all due respect, the Wu Gang should move away as soon as possible.”

Zhao Tianlong sighed and said, ”it's not easy to move away? If we really have no backers, life and death will not be up to us, let alone move away. ”

Qi Yun's heart was heavy again.

”Lord Qi, do you have enough people? If not, I can assign the population of other halls to you.”

Zhao Tianlong said.

Qi Yun said, ”OK, thank you, sect leader.”

Zhao Tianlong nodded, showing a trace of relief.

Great events have happened one after another these days. The gang is quite unstable, so he has been confiscating Qi Yun as his adopted son.

But it was not announced on the surface. In fact, Qi Yun has been trained as a Taibao in his heart.

Next, Qi Yun didn't stay much and quickly stepped back.

…

Two days passed.

In the broken Pavilion.

A wonderful [woman] wearing a red dress with white skin and an Adam's apple in her throat is gently making up in front of a bronze mirror.

Suddenly, a breeze swept by.

Behind him appeared a middle-aged man in a white robe. He was slender and indifferent. Although he was middle-aged, he was very brave.

”It seems that the people of Youming sect still ignore my proud family's words and don't want to leave because they depend on my proud family's territory. Can I be bullied?”

The middle-aged man said.

The beautiful woman suddenly smiled and said, ”I didn't expect to meet the sixth master of the proud family here again. It's really a coincidence. I said to leave last time, but I accidentally delayed other things. That's why I didn't go. Don't worry, sixth master. I'll go now. I must really go this time.”

Holding a bronze mirror, he smiled and got up from here.

”Don't go. I'll give you a ride.”

The middle-aged man's voice was indifferent.

Boom!

With a palm of his hand, the cyan hurricane emerged, whistling and piercing, like a terrible knife Gang, forming a cyan tornado, sweeping towards the beauty.

The beautiful woman didn't seem to react at all. She was swept by the terrible tornado.

WOW!

In the tornado, the body seemed to have suffered the disaster of destruction. It was cut to pieces by vigorous winds in an instant. The body turned into pieces of cloth and scattered around.

A white puppet fell from the air, covered with scars, lying on the ground motionless.

The middle-aged man made a cold hum.

”The art of death!”

His eyes flashed cold and looked into the distance.