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Wang Dashan held the paper, the whole person was wrong, he didn't dare to look up at Xiao Qiang, he only knew how to wipe his sweat, his head was messing around, and he had no idea. [Full text reading]

Xiao Qiang can't be provoked, but the backstage of Zifeng Qianzhuang is Dongye Sect, and he can't afford to provoke him.

Dongye Sect may still be a little reasonable, recognizing him as the city lord, but what kind of person is Xiao Qiang, he dares to scold the eldest prince of the jade dragon, he even dares to kill the royal family members of the suzerain, and his own little city lord is not bullshit in the eyes of others

Besides, Xiao Qiang copied the city lord's house, he has done this kind of thing, and he is familiar with the road, in case he also copied his own home, even if he sent half of the family property to Beihai City, it is estimated that His Majesty the king not only blames him, but also has to read his good

Wang Dashan really wanted to cry, he stood there with a sad face, at a loss, but fortunately, the old housekeeper was still stable, walked forward cautiously, glanced at the paper, and immediately understood what was going on.

The old housekeeper also had a headache, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "Uncle Yonglie, you are angry, it's not that my lord is inactive, it's just that the young owner of this Zifeng Consortium is the grandson of Zhang Kaizhi, the Minister of Internal Affairs, and my lord is a small city lord, and he can't even count eggs, so what do you do to touch with others."

Yong Liebo came with a paper instead of a head, so he had to follow the procedures in the officialdom, and if the old housekeeper mentioned the identity of the elite disciple of the Dongye Sect at this time, it would be adding fuel to the fire

Xiao Qiang blew the foam on the teacup and said coldly: "You mean, let me take the paper and go directly to Zhang Kaizhi, or your majesty the king."

"Don't, don't" Wang Dashan's legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with a pop, his cheeks twitched, and he looked at Xiao Qiang with a bitter look and pleading eyes.

If this matter is stabbed to the court, he will die, and the end will be worse than Liu Song, the city lord of Green Willow City, and Liu Song will still have the running expenses

"Then you have to give me an explanation," Xiao Qiang was not in a hurry. Slowly, he asked.

Just when Wang Dashan and the old butler were panicking, on the square outside the hall, a young man in brocade with a dozen people walked in violently, frightening several warriors at the door to avoid it, and bowed down at the same time.

The young owner of the Purple Maple Consortium, Zhang Feiyang. In his early twenties, he was tall and lanky. The cheekbones on his cheeks were raised high, and there was an unstoppable arrogance between his eyebrows, and he walked into the hall with his head held high, looking Xiao Qiang up and down with a cold gaze.

"You are smart, the person who killed me is hiding here, but it's a pity, even the city lord can't save you" Zhang Feiyang said with a sneer. There was a gleam in his eyes.

The old housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to Zhang Feiyang: "Zhang Gongzi, he, he is a brave uncle"

"Uncle Yonglie" Zhang Fei raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully, "It's really useless for a little earl to scare you like this."

The old butler was so anxious that he jumped to his feet. He knew that Xiao Qiang could hear it, so he didn't dare to say Xiao Qiang's name directly, so he had to lower his voice again and said, "It's the brave uncle of the Blue Eagle."

"Blue Eagle's brave uncle is even more difficult, if you dare to spread wilderness in my Beihai Principality, the duke will kneel for me to die," Zhang Feiyang raised his head and said lazily.

Suddenly. He felt that something was wrong, Uncle Yonglie, why did it sound a little familiar, and after thinking about it again, Zhang Feiyang's heart shook violently, and the whole person was stupid.

Xiao Qiang, he is Xiao Qiang. Xiao Qiang is here, Xiao Qiang is here

With a whoosh, Zhang Feiyang jumped out of the hall directly, pulled out his long sword in a panic, protected his body with spiritual power, and grabbed his neck with one hand.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Xiao Qiang in horror, and shouted in a strange voice: "Xiao, Xiao Qiang, this is not the place for you to be presumptuous"

Xiao, Xiao Qiang

The warriors of Qianzhuang who came to ask for the guilt widened their eyes one by one, and suddenly reacted, and pulled out their weapons one after another, as if facing a great enemy, and the strange thing was that everyone learned to look like Zhang Feiyang, pinching their necks with one hand.

Xiao Qiang put down the teacup, stood up, and shook off the hem of his clothes.

Outside the hall, everyone rushed back, and a few people fell to the ground in embarrassment, getting up with a red face, suddenly thinking of something, and quickly pinched their necks, not daring to let go.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Xiao Qiang is good at using a shadowless and invisible flying sword, and taking people's heads from a hundred meters away is like probing for things, and those who are tricked either have their heads flying up, or a blood hole explodes in their throats, which is very vicious.

So I don't know who invented the protection method of "locking the throat", saying that it is very effective to deal with Xiao Qiang's killing moves, and it is better to lose a hand than a life

In the hall, the smell was not very good, and when Xiao Qiang stood up, Wang Dashan was scared.

Xiao Qiang took back the paper from the old housekeeper's hand, walked leisurely to the steps at the door of the hall, and looked at Zhang Feiyang condescendingly: "You are the young owner of Zifeng Qianzhuang, I'm not here to kill people, don't force me to kill, spit out all the money you embezzled from the Blue Eagle merchants, and I'll let you go."

Xiao Qiang and Xuandian have been together for so many days, and they have experienced all kinds of incredible wonders at sea, and their current momentum is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist.

Even if he didn't release the dragon's breath, the posture of the superior revealed in his gestures still brought everyone a great sense of oppression, and even the samurai in the hall square could feel it.

Zhang Feiyang was almost suffocated, and he forcibly mobilized the spiritual power in his body to resist Xiao Qiang's coercion, and continued to pinch his neck and shout: "Xiao Qiang, don't mess around, this is the territory of my Dongye Sect, and I can't allow you to go wild."

"Then you want money and don't want to die," Xiao Qiang's tone revealed a hint of impatience.

Originally, he planned to make things bigger, and it could be regarded as telling the world that I, Xiao Qiang, were back, but now he looked at these miscellaneous soldiers who were pinching his neck, and he didn't even have the interest in killing.

At this moment, two old men in Tsing Yi fell from the sky and landed on the hall square, and the two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the young owner was fine.

These two worshippers had just escorted a batch of money back to Pearl City, and when they learned that someone had killed Hu San and them, they couldn't help but be taken aback, and when they examined the bodies of other dead warriors, they knew that the murderer was a master, and it was definitely not something that the Shao Dong family could handle, so they hurried here.

Fortunately, the young owner is okay, everyone is here.

But why did they choke themselves by the neck?

The two old men stood with their hands behind their backs, but their eyes were full of doubt, and then they looked at Xiao Qiang indifferently.

Zhang Feiyang couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the two worshippers coming, and hurriedly hid behind the two worshippers, and said in a low voice: "He is Xiao Qiang, Earl Poison, Xiao Qiang"

Xiao Qiang

The eyes of the two worshippers widened in shock, and at the same time stretched out a hand and grabbed their necks

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