In doubt, Li Qinglin recognized this man as the 'Young Master Wang Meng' who was talked about by the tenants in the outer courtyard. He was born as a bastard but had a great talent for martial arts.

Wang Meng's skin seemed to be made of iron. Even after rolling from such a long distance, he did not suffer any serious injuries.

He stood up and brushed off the dust on his body, looking at Li Qinglin and Wei Liang.

Wei Liang's strange state was like a dazzling light in a dark room, and his blood was still burning in a self-destructive state.

"Yuhua Dan? Another villain from the Shulu Temple. Take this blow from Grandpa!!"

Wang Meng was furious, and the golden hammer in his hand made a whistling sound as it smashed towards Wei Liang with great force.

Wei Liang's right hand was broken by Li Qinglin, and at this moment the arm guard on his left hand collided with Weng Jinchui, making a clanging sound.

Under the gradually dimming sky, the sounds of the two fighting were heard one after another, the footsteps were short and hurried, the shrubs and plants were blown up and flew all over the ground, the moss was crushed, the straw baskets were knocked away, the tiles were messy...

Wei Liang groaned and took a few steps back. After all, his strength was enhanced by drugs, so he was no match for Wang Meng, a real tough guy.

In Wei Liang’s bloodshot vision, he saw Li Qinglin not far behind Wang Meng.

A hint of regret flashed across his face.

"I cannot kill this disciple myself... Master, I will ascend to heaven first."

The blood in Wei Liang's eyes grew thicker, almost forming liquid flowing out, and the energy in his body began to surge rapidly!

The heavy breathing sounded like that of a bellows.

The blood all over his body evaporated like nothing, forming a cloud-like white mist outside his body, which was still growing thicker and higher...

Just like the glow of the sky when one ascends to heaven!

"There's a second form?!"

Not far away, Li Qinglin frowned, ready to shoot. The taut arrow left the bow in an instant, making a sharp chirping sound like the roar of a dragon or a phoenix.

This arrow gathered all of Li Qinglin's strength, spirit, and attention.

The skill of archery was pushed to the limit! The texture of the arrow was unable to fully bear Li Qinglin's terrible power.

As the arrow leaves the string, it begins to spin and disintegrate.

Due to the high-speed friction, the arrowheads began to burn and emit a burnt smell.

Whoosh! Wang Meng only saw a red line passing by.

Wei Liang's body suddenly stiffened, and he felt a chill in his head, as if a large number of pain nerves were directly burned and carbonized.

Then, a still burning arrow was seen deeply inserted into Wei Liang's pupil, most of it was gone.

Wei Liang's strength quickly dissipated and his vision began to blur.

Plop! Wei Liang's body fell to the ground helplessly, blood gushing out of his eye sockets.

The bloodthirstiness and violence in his eyes gradually dimmed and turned gray.

"Good archery!"

Wang Meng finally reacted, put down the Weng Jinchui in his hand, and walked to Wei Liang's body with an excited tone, repeatedly looking at the still burning arrow.

He turned back to look at Li Qinglin from time to time, his face full of amazement.

The arrow just now showed the grasp of the battle situation and the judgment of timing, which was so accurate that it was outrageous.

Although the arrows were of poor quality, their range was not far.

But given time, this young man dressed as a tenant farmer will surely become a terrifying archer! He can kill people from a thousand steps away!

Li Qinglin frowned slightly as he watched Wang Meng get so close to Wei Liang's body.

"Excuse me."

Li Qinglin took a few steps forward and stabbed Wei Liang's body several more times with a half-broken wooden sword, piercing his heart and even chopping off his head until only a thin layer of skin was left connected to his neck.

Only then did he feel relieved and nodded, "Well, it's almost done. It's a pity that it can't be chopped up and burned into charcoal. Now we can touch the corpse. Brother Wang, please go first..."

Wang Meng stared at Li Qinglin's back in a daze, shuddered subconsciously, and his eyes showed shock and fear.

This way, the corpse is destroyed.

So he didn't forget to touch the corpse.

This person's behavior...

He is truly a role model for my generation! ! In Wang Meng's mind, there seemed to be a door leading to an unknown world, which was gently opened by Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin always felt that Wang Meng's gaze towards him was too passionate and naked, so he replied with some caution,

"I am just a tenant in the outer courtyard. My name is Feng Dao... er, Li Qinglin."

The siege and killing of Wei Liang was witnessed by many people, so it would be difficult for Li Qinglin to hide his identity.

"Li Qinglin."

Wang Meng muttered the name softly, as if he was keeping it in mind.

He laughed heartily, and with a bang, the bricks and stones under his feet cracked, and his figure rushed far away.

The voice came loud and clear,

"You don't have to touch the corpse for me, please go ahead, Brother Li!"

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After a while, Li Qinglin packed up Wei Liang's belongings.

Three ounces of silver, a bronze mirror and the arm guards he had worn on both hands.

It is unknown what metal this arm guard is made of. It is light in texture and grayish white in color, but it is extremely tough and hard. It was not damaged at all even after being hit by Wang Meng's pair of golden hammers.

There are also patterns of animals and sun and moon on the arm guard, and a line of words is carved crookedly:

The heavens grant the talisman, the great year is already prosperous

Two-countermeasure white column wrist guard, ten-forged It is actually a ten-forged weapon! It is also a relatively rare type of wrist guard! Good stuff!

Wang Meng is truly a righteous and kind man!

Li Qinglin immediately put away the arm guard, and sighed in his heart, it was no wonder that a big family did not even look down on such a treasure.

Li Qinglin stood up, turned around, and saw Manager Wang's courtyard with its door closed from afar.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

The night gradually became darker and deeper, and the fire in the distance vaguely illuminated Li Qinglin's back.

He needs a knife.

A knife that can split mountains and rocks, enough to unleash one's extraordinary strength and behead people!

…

"Did you hear any noise?"

The sounds of fighting in the distance seemed to gradually fade away.

Steward Wang, however, had a puzzled look on his face and listened at the window.

Not sure if it was an illusion, he vaguely saw something quickly passing by the window.

He stepped back in fear, lit a candle, and held the lamp to signal a guard to come forward and check.

The guard slowly drew out his sword, his eyes solemn, and approached the window, looking out through the gap.

A scarlet, bloodshot eye was peering into the house from the other side of the gap with malicious intent.

His eyeballs rolled around, as if trying to force themselves into the gap.

"Oh! It turns out there are a few ants hiding here!"

A surprised voice came.

The palm wind was as sharp as a knife, and a powerful force suddenly came from outside the window, breaking through layer after layer of iron fences with great force.

As Manager Wang and his companions looked on in shock, a pair of hands as big as a cushion reached in and grabbed the shoulders of the guard in front of the window.

Then……

With a sudden tear outwards, the chest bones split in two, revealing the bloody spine covered with blood vessels and nerves, and the internal organs fell to the ground.

The strong bloody smell almost suffocated people! A burly man who looked like a black bear came in.

His feet stepped on the sticky blood, looking at the people in the room, and grinned, "The murderer is the ninth of the Ten Fire Lords of the Palace of Heaven, Xiong Chou!"

(End of this chapter)