The old man in Tsing Yi''s eyes suddenly became awe inspiring and said coldly, "who are you? What are you doing?"

    When he said this, Yang Xuanli knew that they had taken Guo Xiaoxiang.

    "Where are the people?" he asked coldly.

    The old man in Tsing Yi sneered and said, "OK, I''m really here to find fault. Now that I''m here, don''t go. Take it for me."

    "Yes!" several people standing nearby agreed in unison, and then grabbed Yang Xuan.

    Yang Xuan was about to fight back, and he felt bad.

    The breath of herim moved to this side and shrouded the manor.

    Yang Xuan instantly extinguished his mind to fight back and let the strong men catch him.

    The old man in green came down with a grim smile and came to Yang Xuan. Without saying a word, he punched Yang Xuan on the abdomen.

    "Say, who sent you?" the old man in green asked with a grim smile.

    It was a heavy blow, but what kind of person and body was Yang Xuan? It was said that the old man punched with all his strength. Even if a hundred and 10000 old men in green clothes punched at the same time, it didn''t cause even a little pain to Yang Xuan.

    However, when herrim lingered on the side, Yang Xuan had to look like eating pain and squeeze out a few drops of cold sweat.

    The old man in Tsing Yi punched out again and shouted, "it''s hard. I think you can be hard enough. Go and send it to Jia Xing to make him comfortable."

    Several people answered, escorted Yang Xuan back, turned the corner and came to a basement.

    After entering the basement, it turned out to be a lynching place. It was filled with all kinds of torture tools, stained with blood. It seems that it has been for some years.

    A strong man with bare upper body saw someone coming down and said with a grim smile: "there''s business again. Good, good, I can be happy again."

    "Jia Xing, don''t kill him. The boss is still waiting for questions!" one person told him.

    "Don''t worry, I told him not to survive, not to die." Jia Xing smiled.

    After several people left, Jia Xing was not in a hurry to punish Yang Xuan. Instead, he stared at him with great interest and nodded frequently: "uh huh, thin skin and tender meat, boy, have you ever been punished?"

    Yang Xuan is disgusted. This guy is still a comrade.

    Seeing that Yang Xuan didn''t speak, Jia Xing came over and reached out to touch Yang Xuan''s face, but Yang Xuan turned away.

    Jia Xing smiled and said, "I have personality. I like it. In the morning, I sent a little girl''s skin, which is as thin and tender as you."

    In Yang Xuan''s play, he sank and asked, "is it a 17-year-old girl with a small mole on her left eyebrow?"

    "Yes, you know?" Jia Xing was very proud.

    Yang Xuanxin went straight down and asked in a deep voice, "what have you done to her?"

    "What do you say?" Jia Xing said with a grim smile, "if I let her go out completely, wouldn''t I lose my reputation of not letting go of the dead?"

    Yang Xuan felt a burst of anger in his heart, and just as herrim''s breath left, he went elsewhere.

    Yang Xuan unscrewed the injured shackles, and the power of space diffused out, enveloping the whole basement.

    Jia Xing was stunned and felt a little bad. He punched Yang Xuan in the middle of the eyebrow.

    Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and squeezed his fist into thin mud. The bone stubble and plasma flowed down Jia Xing''s arm to his face. Jia Xing''s face turned waxy yellow and cold sweat gurgled along his forehead.

    "Ah, it hurts!" Jia Xing screamed.

    But Yang xuangen was unmoved, and his fingers continued to climb up, pinching Jia Xing''s arm inch by inch into meat mud, but he didn''t give up, pinching his other arm into a twist.

    Jia Xing couldn''t cry out in pain. He rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

    Yang Xuan couldn''t let him faint. He drew with his left hand and shot out a basin of water next to him, pouring Jia Xing through.

    "Ah ah ah!"

    Unexpectedly, it was a pot of boiling water. Jia Xing was scalded and howled like killing a pig, with blood in his eyes.

    Yang Xuan kicked him away and asked coldly, "where is the little girl?"

    "No... no... I didn''t..." Jia Xing vomited blood and struggled: "she was just locked here for a while. There was an order on it. I... I didn''t dare to do it."

    It may be that the desire for survival is too strong. In a hurry, Jia Xing speaks fluently.

    Yang Xuan seemed to see the light from the darkness, glanced over one step, mentioned Jia Xing''s bloody body and asked anxiously, "you mean, Xiaoxiang is all right?"

    "No... it''s all right. He was... Taken away by the helmsman." Jia Xing shivered with pain, but he didn''t dare not answer.

    He can see that he can''t make a good decision today. Now he just hopes that the evil star in front of him can spare his life, and he is satisfied.

    When he first thought like this, Yang Xuan had crushed his throat, failed all his wishes, died with hatred, and ended his sinful life.

    After killing Jia Xing, Yang Xuan probes into helim''s breath again and finds that helim has withdrawn his attention here. He is relieved at once.

    He still doesn''t understand why herim can always touch his breath. It''s too strange.

    But this is not the time to think about it. Now that herrim has left, it is time for him to act.

    The heavy iron prison door was kicked open by Yang Xuan. The guard at the door didn''t know what had happened, so he was directly smashed to death by the iron door.

    There were five or six guards in the distance. They changed suddenly. Just about to shout, Yang Xuan kicked out a few stones, pierced his throat and fell down with blood.

    The smell of blood began to diffuse. Yang Xuan released a little thought, and then suddenly stamped his feet.

    The rocks fly, and several of them seem to be full of spirituality.

    Several rapid screams stopped suddenly, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

    Yang Xuan ignored Li and walked along the road to the hall just now.

    Along the way, whatever he saw, or saw him, without exception, was pierced through his throat, and those who died could not die again.

    Yang Xuan hasn''t killed in a big way for a long time. Today''s killing suddenly made him feel light and clear-minded.

    It seems that the most suitable thing to do is to be an executioner.

    With the main hall in sight, more than a dozen canglangzong disciples heard the sound and rushed out. Before asking questions, they saw corpses all over the ground. They were shocked that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

    "You..." as soon as a canglangzong disciple who seemed to be the leader shouted a word, he fell down with his face covering his throat in disbelief, and the blood flowing from his fingers could not stop.

    The other disciples were terrified. If they saw ghosts, they didn''t even have the courage to look at Yang Xuan. They turned and ran away.

    But now that Yang Xuan had opened the killing, there would be room for them to leave. With a sneer, the bluestone ground under his feet burst into pieces, and countless stones turned into residual shadows and flew out in an instant.

    Poof poof!

    After a series of soft sounds, all the escaped canglangzong disciples fell down, and they didn''t even have time to leave their last words.

    The footsteps sounded softly. The helmsman of canglangzong, as soon as the old man in Tsing Yi came out, he was surprised to step back three steps, and there was only a sound of cold breath in his chest.

    Yang Xuan slowly turned around, his eyes cold, word by word:

    "What about the little girl?"