Chapter 21: Meet

The setting sun was like a fire, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire Qingshi Town, and the sky was curled with smoke rising. In the tranquility and serenity, a murderous teenager slowly landed.
Yang Tian stopped not far from Qingshi Town, covered his whole body with a black robe, looked at the east of Qingshi Town, and rushed inside with a gloomy expression.
Compared with the past, there are a lot fewer pedestrians on the road in Qingshi Town. Tomorrow is the martial arts competition, and various geniuses will also appear. Most people with a little money will go to watch this event.
Yang Tian came to the Longxing Martial Arts Hall, looked up at the four big golden letters, and quietly crawled on his face with a gloomy look.
Inside the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall, the lights were brightly lit, and a black shadow kept jumping in the air, and every time the toes exerted force, there was only a faint air vibration.
"Strange, why the foster father is not here." Yang Tian came to the wall silently, his eyes flashed across the two men in the courtyard, and the murderous intent flashed away in his eyes.
"Don't have an accident." Clenched his fists, Yang Tian's figure fell to the ground, and his face was taken aback when he saw the two men.
Shoo!
Suddenly, two red winds surged like lightning, and the two talking men were shocked, but the energy was too fast, before he could scream, it shot directly into their foreheads.
Puff puff.
Blood was splashing, and an invisible force dragged the two bodies that were about to fall. Yang Tian moved the two corpses to a corner and leaned forward.
When Yang Tian saw the scene of the room guarded by the two men, his eyes were extremely cold.
Looking directly at the picture in front of him with cold eyes, the rich murderous intent was not concealed.
A wave of cold air hit, and a big man inside stiffened his body, as if being stared at by a beast, and instantly weakened. He slowly turned his head, and when he saw the dark night at the door, a touch of surprise appeared on his face. Under this surprise, a trace of fear was deeply concealed.
"Ah-who is it?" The other woman screamed when she saw the dark shadow at the door.
The young woman stared at the black shadow outside the door with trembling eyes. This black shadow looked terrifying, and her hooky eyes were full of fear at the moment.
"Boom!"
Kicked open the door, the black-robed man walked slowly forward, under the projection of the moonlight, a black shadow was stretched infinitely, and a rush of breath spread immediately.
"Who...who are you?" The chief instructor settled and clenched his fists, but there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes. The black-robed man gave him an unattainable momentum, like a lofty mountain. Shake.
With a cold smile, Yang Tian slowly took off his black robe. Under the refraction of the moonlight, a young and tender face appeared in the eyes of the chief coach, but this little face contained a strong murderous intent.
"You...you are Yang Tian, ​​how is this possible?" A trace of horror rose in his eyes. Looking at Yang Tian's cold eyes, the head coach couldn't help but shiver.
"Why, are you expecting me to die?" He clenched his fists, and the aura on Yang Tian's face became stronger and he suddenly smiled.
Shoo!
Without the slightest hesitation, the body of the chief coach rushed towards the window, Yang Tian came alone, and he also found out that he must rely on it. In these days, Yang Tian's fame had spread in the Xingchen Martial Arts Hall, and even the deputy curator was killed by him. He couldn't have the idea of ​​resistance in his heart.
"Bang!" A whip kick was thrown out, and the fierce wind continued to blast the vacuum. The body of the chief coach suddenly flew to the wall. On his head, a shocking scar was spraying blood.
"Ah--" The beautiful woman looked at the chief coach with a terrified gaze, her delicate and dazzling face was bloodless at this moment, and she could not do anything under Yang Tian's hands.
"Cough cough." The body on the ground was choking, coughing out several mouthfuls of blood, and the chief coach got up with difficulty.
At this moment, Yang Tian stomped the soles of his feet suddenly, "Crack!" There was a sound of cracking bones, and the body of the chief instructor touched the ground, and there was no muffled sound, and there was a sudden sound.
"Where is my foster father?" Yang Tian slowly calmed down the idea of ​​killing the chief coach on the spot.
"I said yes, you swear to guarantee that I won't die, I'll just say."
"Kacha, Kacha."
Two consecutive kicks, accompanied by a miserable howl, Yang Tian said indifferently: "What you say I will make you die faster. If you don't say it, I will make you dare not touch a woman forever. If you don't believe it, you can try test."
"Asshole!" The chief instructor said sternly: "If you have the ability to kill Lao Tzu, you will never know where your foster father is. If I die, your foster father will also be buried with you!"
"Bone." Glancing at the chief coach, Yang Tian's gaze shifted, and he looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, with a cruel smile on his lips, and stepped up.
"What are you going to do? Don't come, don't come..." With both hands covering her chest, looking at Yang Tiansen's sharp eyes, the beautiful woman was shocked and lost her voice.
"Don't be afraid, I am not interested in you." Yang Tian walked over step by step, looked at the young woman, and said lightly.
The woman was still very scared, Yang Tian was too scary just now, she was trembling all over, she didn't dare to speak.
"Hehe, where is my foster father?" Yang Tian smiled at this time.
"Take care of your mouth, if you dare to say, I will kill your whole family." The chief coach suddenly roared, and what greeted him was a whip leg.
"Ah-" The blood was gushing, and the beautiful woman was terrified and hurriedly covered her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, I will kill him after it's done. If you don't tell me, I don't mind making a few holes in your face." Yang Tian smiled lightly, staring at the woman in front of him.
Looking at Yang Tian's immature face, the beautiful woman couldn't help shivering.
"Really?" I didn't believe that the cruel boy in front of him would let him go. After some struggle, the beautiful woman's jade finger pointed under the bed: "There is a secret room below, I have seen him go in."
"You it!" Howling miserably, Yang Tian continued with a heavy blow.
"Very good." Nodded, Yang Tianshen breathed a sigh of relief. If he was taken away by the Xingchen Martial Arts Hall, something would inevitably happen.
"Master, can I go now?"
"Yes." Nodded, Yang Tian looked at the woman who was running away holding the bedding, slowly closed his eyes, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "The heart is still too soft."
"Kacha, khacha!" Yang Tian made two consecutive whip legs. The bones continued to crack, and all the thigh bones of the chief teacher's head were broken. At the same time, he fainted.
"I won't kill you, let you be a fugitive for a while." A sharp look flashed in his eyes, one foot was on the lower abdomen of the chief coach, the strong blood sprayed into his body, and the chief coach's air burst burst.
"Little beast, you killed Lao Tzu!" The chief coach suddenly stood up and screamed miserably. From a tall person to a person with no cultivation skills, it was more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Hehe, it's not easy to want to die. Just hit the wall. When I come out, if I find that you are not dead, I will throw you into the street and be a beggar."
Yang Tian turned around and opened the bed. A dark cave was exposed in his eyes. Looking at the stone steps under him, he walked down step by step, the thin body trembling slightly.
In the cave, there were more than 30 feet, with beast oil burning on both sides. In front of the cave, Lin Yuan's body was locked with iron ropes, covered in cuts and bruises, only a trace of faint obsession supported him.
"Foster father..." The choking sound slowly sounded, Yang Tian's dark pupils dripped a drop of tears, and he walked over slowly, endless rage sweeping across the entire heart.
With a faint sound, Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flicked over a figure in front of him. Although the secret room was a bit dark, he did not dare to forget the figure familiar to his bones.
"Cough...cough..." Lin Yuan coughed violently, looking at Yang Tian with relief, and slowly said: "Xiaotian, the foster father knew you would come."
"Crack!"
Yang Tian squeezed the blasting iron rope with his bare hands and looked at Lin Yuan's pale face, full of blood rushing into the top of his head, endless rage.
"Wang Long, I want you to die!"
The hoarse sound rang through the world, and the icy killing intent kept surging, and the world slowly solidified.