After entering the villa hall, Zhang Yuanqing quickly glanced around and then rushed to the second floor.

He stopped at the stairs on the second floor. The door of the room at the end of the corridor was closed.

Standing at the door was a tall, burly middle-aged man wearing a black vest, with muscular body and a fierce look, looking very much like a thug or bodyguard in movies or TV shows.

The villa was quiet. Apart from the strong man guarding the door, there was no one else.

"Wang Qian's sister should be in there. Xiahou Tianyuan tied her up and brought her here. If he brought her with him, I would have called Fu Qingyang directly."

He stuck his head out and observed the layout of the second floor. In his direction, there was a surveillance camera facing the room where the strong man was.

If I were Xiahou Tianyuan, I would definitely have someone keep an eye on the surveillance cameras 24 hours a day. If there was anything abnormal, I would immediately support Zhang Yuanqing and silently retract his head.

At this time, the night walk was over, and he leaned against the wall of the stairs, recovering his strength while thinking.

In the current situation, there are two options available.

1: Leave quietly and inform Fu Qingyang to send someone to rescue the "hostages".

2: Kill these robbers and take Wang Qian’s sister away.

The first option seems to be safer, but once the official walker intervenes, his identity in this matter will inevitably be exposed.

Xiahou Tianyuan will know that it was the great Yuanshi Tianzun who ruined his plan.

In the past, Zhang Yuanqing was not afraid, as he had made great contributions and had many trump cards. However, with the example of Wang Qian's sister, he had to consider whether Xiahou Tianyuan, who had no bottom line, would investigate his identity and then take action against his family.

Car accidents and sudden deaths cannot be subject to procedural justice.

And he had not formulated a safe plan to assassinate Xiahou Tianyuan.

In comparison, the second plan is more reliable, provided that he can make a quick decision without exposing his identity. The first person Xiahou Tianyuan would suspect would definitely be someone from the Palace of Stopping Killing, not the great Yuanshi Tianzun.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully considered the feasibility of the second option:

"Xiahou Tianyuan can't send someone at the Saint level to guard an ordinary person. A practitioner at this level wouldn't do such rough work. The biggest limit is a Level 3 practitioner. The Xiahou family is a family of scholars, so they don't lack for props. Among this group of people, there must be someone who controls a prop, at least one.

"The middle-aged strong man at the door gives me the feeling that he is very much like a fire master. His aura is strong, while the auras of the others outside are weak. This man should be the strongest."

After weighing the options, he decided to take a risk and first get rid of the three people outside as quickly as possible, and then kill the strong man at the door before Xiahou Tianyuan's men arrived.

The Level 3 Fire Master who controls the item is very powerful and it is a challenge for him.

"If all else fails, use the red veil. But the body must be destroyed." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart: After all, she is the mother of my child.

He chose to save people alone, not for Wang Qian, partly because of the anger in his heart and the desire to take revenge on the Xiahou family, and partly for the little Doubi.

Raising someone's son to be a spiritual servant is like repaying the favor.

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out the disguise ring.

He had already figured out the functions and limitations of the ring. After putting it on, he could visualize someone's appearance in his mind and transform into that person.

The restrictions are that you cannot change your gender, and you cannot become more handsome than your original appearance.

[Note: Don’t you have any idea of ​​what you look like?] That’s what I mean.

After putting on the ring, Zhang Yuanqing visualized Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance in his mind. After a few seconds, his face became distorted like water waves. When the ripples calmed down, he had turned into Xiahou Tianyuan.

Enter the night wandering state and go downstairs quietly.

In the backyard, three middle-aged men sat around a round table, basking in the late spring sun, drinking beer, eating food and chatting.

"By the way, that woman is pretty." The middle-aged man with a big belly facing the living room gently stroked his belly and encouraged his companions, saying:

"Brothers, do you want to have some fun? Young Master Tianyuan is just using her as a bargaining chip. As long as she survives, it's fine. He won't care about these things."

The two companions did not take the bait. One was eating barbecue and the other was drinking beer. They said:

"Sure, you can make a phone call and ask for instructions. If Master Tianyuan has no objection, then we can go in and take care of her."

The middle-aged man with a big belly smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just feeling bored, so I'm looking for something fun."

His expression suddenly froze, and his eyes were fixed on the living room. On the thick carpet, at the door of the living room, a pair of brand new red dancing shoes were rising and falling.

The scene was weird and terrifying.

The middle-aged man with a big belly shrank his pupils and warned hurriedly: "Behind you, behind you"

The two middle-aged men were startled and turned back suddenly.

When the three people's attention was attracted by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a big belly, covered his mouth with his left hand, and held the bloodthirsty blade in his right hand, gently wiping his carotid artery.

The two middle-aged men heard the dull "woooo" sound and immediately turned around. They saw the middle-aged man with a big belly with a terrified face, saw blood gushing out of his neck, and also saw the young man with blood splattered on the side of his face.

"Young Master Tianyuan?" The two were shocked.

In their panic, they wasted too much time, and Zhang Yuanqing swung his knife and stabbed the middle-aged man in the chest on the left.

The opponent instinctively reached out to grab it, but missed, and the willow blade that was stabbing at him shattered like a bubble.

Illusion.

The next moment, he felt a chill on his back and blood gushed out.

"Night, Night Wandering God?" He spat out these words angrily and unwillingly, then slowly collapsed to the ground.

On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to respond, he saw the strange pair of red dancing shoes rushing towards him with a clattering sound.

He instinctively swung his fist to meet the attack, but heard a snap, and the bone at his wrist pierced the skin, leaving his fist hanging at the wrist.

Bang bang bang!

The red dancing shoes stomped on the kidnapper's chest continuously, at an extremely fast speed, and with great force.

The middle-aged kidnapper flew backwards and never got up again.

The whole process takes less than ten seconds.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and stabbed the bloodthirsty blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, allowing this bewitching weapon to absorb enough blood.

Holding the hilt of the knife, he felt a hot and powerful force surging into his body.

The slight fatigue brought by the continuous night tour disappeared, and even the physical condition surpassed the usual peak.

The passive ability of the Bewitching Demon is Bloodthirstiness.

Zhang Yuanqing walked into the living room with a bloodthirsty blade in hand. As soon as he stepped on the soft carpet, a quick flash of fire lit up by the door and blew his head off.

But it was just an illusion.

The burly man in the black vest had red fingerless gloves on his fists. He punched in the air and was slightly stunned.

At this time, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the sturdy man like a ghost and stabbed him in the back with a knife.

The Night Wanderer's attack was silent and hard to defend against, but at the moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin and penetrated the muscle, the fire master fell forward with amazing reaction speed.

The "Night Walker" black vest sturdy man rolled up and raised his eyebrows: "You are not Master Tianyuan, who are you?"

At least if his defense is broken, he will continue to bleed... Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other party's words, closed the door of the living room, then hid his body and waited for an opportunity to act.

At the same time, he quietly took out the Tianchan furnace, kicked it under the sofa, and issued a hunting and killing order to Red Dancing Shoes.

Ta-da-da... The Red Dancing Shoes took brisk steps and rushed towards the middle-aged sturdy man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to go around from the left and tried to attack the fire master together with the Red Dancing Shoes.

If he had enough time, he could easily replicate the record of killing Ou Xiangrong in the underground garage. Unfortunately, not every battle would have such good conditions.

"snort!"

The burly man in the black vest snorted coldly, and his gloved hands burst into flames as he punched the red dancing shoes.

He soon experienced the helplessness of his dead companions. Flames and fists penetrated the attacking dancing shoes, followed by two "bang" sounds and severe pain in his chest.

The huge Fei Rui made his heart stop for a moment and he staggered back.

Chance!

Zhang Yuanqing crouched low and rushed towards the enemy like a cheetah. At this moment, he saw the burly man in the black vest put his heels on the ground to stabilize his body and then hit his chest hard with his fists.

"boom!"

It was like a high-explosive grenade exploding, with heat waves and shock waves raging through the huge living room. The carpets, sofas, and wooden cabinets were ignited, and tall flames shot up.

Zhang Yuanqing was also blown out. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted. His hair was curled up, his clothes were on fire, and there were black and red burn marks on his face.

The burly man in the black vest turned pale, as if he had also been hit by the backlash of the explosion. He pounced forward fiercely, his back muscles bulged, and his right arm clenched into a fist and pulled back.

Snap! The air seemed to be torn apart.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was half-dizzy, had no way to dodge and chose the most correct response. He stretched out his hand into the air and grabbed out a bright yellow gem.

The next moment, a fierce fist landed on the face.

A series of dull sounds of "bang, bang, bang" echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, and fists heavier than the last landed on his face and chest.

He seemed to have forgotten to resist and staggered backward after being beaten. Even his steps were so heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

An ochre-yellow halo covered his body, creating tiny ripples. The force of his fist penetrated the defense of the “Calm One” orb and poured down on him. It was painful, but he could bear it.

Da da da!

The red dancing shoes came to rescue their useless master and kicked the fire master's waist with both powerful feet.

Zhang Yuanqing finally seized the opportunity, immediately took back the pearl, thrust the knife forward, and stabbed the Fire Master in the abdomen with the tip of the knife.

At this time, the sturdy man in the black vest spontaneously combusted and disappeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

The next second, he appeared in the flames not far behind Zhang Yuanqing.

Fire element!

After the burly man in the black vest showed up, he immediately kicked out a blazing fireball.

With flaming wind coming from behind, Zhang Yuanqing rushed forward as fast as he could, letting the fireball fly over his head before hitting the wall not far away with a bang, leaving a large charred area.

As soon as he fell down, before he could even start his night wandering, the second and third fireballs hit him one after another.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled sideways to avoid the first fireball, but was hit in the waist by the second one. His clothes instantly caught fire and he felt a burning pain.

Bang!

Two sounds of flying gave him a chance to catch his breath, and Zhang Yuanqing's rolling figure disappeared.

The burly man in the black vest dodged a frontal stampede and suddenly felt a chill on his head. Then, he caught a glimpse of the Night Wanderer disguised as Young Master Tianyuan, who quietly emerged on the left and swept across with a knife.

"Humph, a ghostly trick!"

This time, he did not take the initiative to fight back. Instead, he flicked his finger and shot out a line of fire, which easily pierced through the sneak attack of the Night Wanderer, turning the opponent into bubble and dissipated.

But at this moment, the sturdy man in the black vest felt a black screen in front of his eyes and lost his vision.

His heart trembled, and he made a prompt decision, colliding his fists against his chest, creating a terrible flame and shock wave.

boom!

The gust of air shattered the television, overturned the bonsai, and burst into flames in the living room.

The burly man in the black vest breathed a sigh of relief that he had not been ambushed. At this moment, his vision was restored and the coolness of the front page was gone.

Suddenly, an itchy feeling crept up his throat and he could not help coughing. The more he coughed, the more itchy it became. The sturdy man in the black vest bent over, his face turned red from coughing, and he fell down to sit on the ground, his hands and feet were sore and numb.

The red dancing shoes seized the opportunity and attacked frantically, trampling on the burly man in the black vest again and again.

At the staircase leading to the second floor, Zhang Yuanqing watched all this quietly. At his feet was a chubby baby with "tears in his eyes". His little hand was pulling his master's trouser leg, and his other hand was pointing at the middle-aged man in a black vest, accusing him of being scared by him just now.

Just now, it was the little funny guy who was lying on top of the Fire Master's head, and then controlled by Zhang Yuanqing, who changed his vision.

The purpose is to force the sturdy man in the black vest to use the "explosion" method again, because Zhang Yuanqing had keenly realized before that this was a tactic that would kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of his own.

All of this was to pave the way for the "poison attack". When Zhang Yuanqing stabbed the burly man in the black vest in the back, he came up with a set of fighting skills.

A fighting style that uses Red Dancing Shoes and Bloodthirsty Blade as consumption, and the Sky Toad Furnace as the killing move.

The toxins in the Tianchan furnace are continuously volatilizing. Theoretically, one breath will cause poisoning. However, the toxins are weak at first and ordinary people can tolerate them.

So it takes time to accumulate.

But if the target person is in very bad physical condition and is very weak, his immunity will definitely decrease.

Therefore, he made a plan to use the Red Dancing Shoes' pursuit and the Bloodthirsty Blade's bleeding to consume the enemy, and then use the Sky Toad Furnace to end the battle.

The reason why he used the Tianchan Furnace so boldly just now was not because he was gambling, but because he was sure that his immunity would be stronger than that of the Fire Master. The Night Wandering God's powerful vitality and self-healing ability were his confidence.

The Fire Master does not have such a passive skill.

Seeing that the Fire Master finally stopped moving under the stomping of the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing was still worried, so he threw the willow knife as if it were a flying knife.

The sharp blade pierced into the opponent's lower abdomen. He felt relieved and without further delay, he groped for the Tianchan furnace under the overturned sofa and put the prop with a bronze base and ebony body back into the inventory.

Then, he took back the Bloodthirsty Blade, the Red Dancing Shoes, and the pair of gloves in the Fire Master's hands one by one.

At this time, the flames had begun to spread, burning fiercely, with a tendency to engulf the entire living room.

Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity, rushed to the second floor, jumped high, and smashed the surveillance camera with one punch.

Thump, thump, thump. He ran along the corridor covered with elm wood flooring and soon arrived at the door. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's pupils contracted violently and he stared at the door.

A mobile phone was lying there quietly, the screen was on and the call was ongoing.

The caller is Xiahou Tianyuan!