Chapter 325: Slapping the Old Man, Replacing the Head with Hair

By Zhu Que Bridge, there were no wild grasses or flowers at this time!

The status of the Wang and Xie families was illuminated by pearls from merfolk. There seemed to be restrictions in those pearls, making it difficult for anything under the light to hide its tracks, and it could break the invisibility spells of wandering sorcerers.

Blue stones were washed and polished, laid underfoot, and Qian Chen stepped on the blue stones, feeling a slight chill under his feet.

Holding the Tianluo Umbrella, he walked slowly across Zhu Que Bridge. The two bronze sparrows perched on the flying eaves of the heavy tower on the bridge were tilting their heads and staring at him. Qian Chen measured the stone bridge step by step, and when he saw the two bronze sparrows, he smiled slightly.

This heavy tower decorated with two bronze sparrows was built by Xie An. Qian Chen just took a look and knew that these two bronze sparrows were refined by imitating the ancient spiritual treasure bronze sparrows from the Cao Wei period. They could see through invisibility methods, insight into the good and evil of human hearts, emit nine sounds, dance with palace and merchant, and were also two magic treasures of good quality.

Ordinary assassins probably couldn't even pass the Bronze Sparrow Bridge!

Qian Chen smiled slightly, and when passing the heavy tower, he suddenly turned his head, released the demonic nature in his heart, and looked at the two bronze sparrows!

Chirp chirp!

The two bronze sparrows were so frightened that their feathers flew, flapping their wings with all their might, flying around in chaos, and even bumping into each other, flying around like headless flies. A few bronze feathers drifted down from the tower. Qian Chen turned back and continued to Wuyi Lane.

Leaving the two bronze sparrows behind him, burying their heads in their wings, shivering, not even daring to open their mouths to report.

The vermilion gate of the Wang family mansion was tightly closed. Inside the gate, dozens of guards with condensed auras were guarding. The worst were also at the Qi Refinement realm, good hands who had polished their bodies and had martial arts. The entire Wang mansion was filled with restrictions, one restriction every step.

The two beast-head bronze rings on the vermilion gate, like the Wei family's, were magic treasures, and two gods were dwelling on them, which were the gods of the Bai Hu, and their divine power had already entered the rank.

It is said that even a servant at a prime minister's gate is a seventh-rank official. The Wang family has been a line of high officials for generations, having produced many prime ministers, and they even have gate gods who have entered the divine path and received investiture; their foundation is even more profound than that of human bureaucrats. They are truly the number one noble family among the current commandery gentry.

Qian Chen came to the door and just said lightly to the two Bai Hu bronze rings: "Open the door!"

The two White Tigers were trembling with fear. The one on the right gathered its courage and said: "Divine God, it's not that I don't give convenience, it's really..." Qian Chen revealed his demonic nature and looked at it, and the Bai Hu didn't say a word, and a little blood flowed out on the bronze ring.

With a click, the door bolt fell.

The two vermilion doors opened by themselves. The Bai Hu door gods still had some small thoughts here, and what they opened was not the side door usually used for entry and exit, but the middle door that would not be opened for months at a time. Therefore, the inquiry from the guards inside also came: "Who is it?"

Qian Chen stepped into the gate.

Although the threshold of the Wang family was high, Qian Chen's legs could still be lifted!

Seeing Qian Chen, who was very strange and not any young master in the mansion, several guards were instantly vigilant. Their long sticks had already been raised. Qian Chen pointed with the tip of his umbrella, and spiritual light penetrated, restricting the figures of several people.

Hidden in the dark, a Wang family offering with a Core Formation realm, with white hair and beard, was a family-born son of the Wang family. His cultivation was not bad, and compared to many elders of the Jin and Lei families, he was even better. But just as he wanted to activate the array restrictions, he saw Qian Chen snap his fingers.

The Soundless Divine Thunder quietly penetrated, causing an invisible Yin Thunder force to surge between his limbs and bones, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

Qian Chen walked past his eyes like this, passing through the gallery. He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and every time he saw a figure, he sent a Soundless Divine Thunder. The noble family of the Wang family was actually treated like no one's land by him.

Passing through the gardens with scenery at every step, Qian Chen went to the small courtyard where the flying talisman fire light was sent...

The courtyard was brightly lit, and there were guests sitting all over the place. Wang Yan raised his glass and said loudly: "Today, friends are full of seats. Cui Da 'Qinghe Dao is broad, inner beauty is bright', should be one of the twenty-eight characters of Shenzhou of the next generation if he can form a supreme core!"

Cui Yan raised his glass and smiled, his style elegant.

"Cui Er is also at the first rank of Foundation Establishment, and has great potential. As long as he doesn't associate with bandits, he belongs to the first-class talent of our noble family!"

Cui Dan was looked at by everyone, still talking and laughing, just looking back at the courtyard gate behind him. Wang Yan was in high spirits, and Huan Yi beside him wanted to flatter him, asking loudly: "A word from Emperor Wu to Wang Anfeng in the past, today I also want to ask Yifu..."

He said solemnly: "Who in the world can compare with Wang Longxiang?"

Wang Yan knew he was using his own allusion and laughed loudly: "No one in the world can compare with Longxiang, we should look for it from the ancients!"

But someone in the distance said lightly: "What kind of old woman, actually gave birth to such a generation! Those who mislead the world's common people must be this person!"

"Is such waste worthy of commenting on the world's figures? This is how much contempt for the heroes of the world!"

Wang Yan's wine glass fell to the ground with a clang, making a harsh bronze sound. Everyone was shocked, not knowing who dared to mock the current Wang family like this. They turned their heads one after another, only to see a figure holding an umbrella walking slowly from the distance under the hall.

Cui Dan's face was happy, and he was about to shout, but his thoughts turned, thinking that Qian Chen's identity might not be suitable for exposure, so he didn't speak. But his brother Cui Yan still noticed it, secretly preparing to take action, and after Wang Yan spoke, he would provoke him so that he would not be able to take heavy action.

Wang Yan saw the face of the young Daoist and his face sank: "Yellow-mouthed child, I will not argue with you. Throw him out!"

Several servants at the banquet rushed up, wanting to pull Qian Chen down.

Qian Chen swung the Tianluo Umbrella, hitting the servants and attendants, and several people flew high and fell four or five zhang away. He went straight up, stretched out his right hand, and the elixir qi of the Inner Scene True Thunder Elixir behind his head was like rolling thunder, turning into a big hand and reaching out.

Innate One Qi, turning into a capture!

The elixir qi big hand was like covering the world, encompassing the vast universe, and the giant hand like green jade pressed towards Wang Yan.

Wang Yan had never thought that someone would dare to attack him in public. He advocated pure talk and was very unskilled in fighting with magical powers, and had not fought with others a few times in his life.

He was a genuine waste among the Yin Spirits.

At this moment, facing the pressure of the Innate One Qi Great Capture Hand, his true essence was actually deterred, and it was difficult to move. It was still Huan Yi beside him who had some wit, waving the wine in his cup, turning it into a muddy wave and shooting it out.

And the old man surnamed Huan with Core Formation, seeing Qian Chen's face clearly, was also anxious, and hurriedly said: "Daoist, you can't!"

A fire cloud light rushed out from the top of his head. The fire cloud was noisy and rolling, containing extremely heavy malevolent qi. The two joined forces and finally blocked Qian Chen's capture big hand slightly, so that Wang Yan did not make a fool of himself on the spot.

Qian Chen sneered: "Who is your fellow Daoist!"

After saying that, he swung his sleeves, and between the fluttering sleeves, he broke the muddy waves, shattered the cloud light, and the bodies of Huan Yi and the old man surnamed Huan beside him shook violently, suddenly flying out and falling on the stone steps under the stage, vomiting blood continuously.

Their magic power was shaken away. If Qian Chen hadn't been unwilling to kill easily, they would have been collected into the sleeves long ago, and with a shake of the sleeve, turned into flying ash!

Wang Yan finally freed his hands. Jade light manifested behind his back, and a dragon gate rose from the ground. Immortal light rose on the archway, and he actually performed a magical power, turning his own clear light into a dragon gate to protect his body and collect.

Often when the dragon gate comes out, those whose cultivation realm is weaker than him will have difficulty fighting back.

It is a typical magical power for bullying the weak.

The Innate One Qi Capture Hand turned from grabbing to slapping, and the five fingers stretched out flat. Purple electric light intertwined on the green jade big hand, slapping towards the dragon gate behind Wang Yan.

Bang!

A palm print was printed on the dragon gate archway. The white jade-like mysterious light shattered, and the dragon gate also fell apart.

Wang Yan's liver and gallbladder were trembling, and he sat paralyzed on the seat, watching Qian Chen's palm strike, his right hand flipped up, from top to bottom, turning the sky to suppress. He saw Qian Chen's five fingers like jade, covering his eyes.

The Innate One Qi Great Capture Hand, carrying the power of suppressing the world like the Five Mountains, pressed him so that he could not get up, and even more unable to lift his magic power.

Wang Yan's body tilted backward, full of horror.

When Qian Chen's right hand fell, he flipped slightly, turning into a horizontal slap, and slapped Wang Yan on his old face.

Slap!

Qian Chen did not inject magic power into his palm, but the strength of his hand was so great that it slapped Wang Yan's skin purple.

"How dare you!" The noble family and family offering monks behind him were shocked and angry.

In Qian Chen's left hand, the affectionate sword jumped out of the sheath with a light hum. The sword light flipped in Qian Chen's hand, slashed backward, and beheaded several people who came to rescue and the Wang family offering who suddenly took action.

The sword light broke several magic treasures, and then pulled back. Wang Yan's whole body magic power was restricted by that slap, and he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

At this time, he felt a chill on his head, as if something had fallen off.

Opening his eyes, he saw that his hair bun had been cut off by the sword light, and Qian Chen was holding it in his hand, listening to him say: "Old dog, listen well! I am the Qian Daoist you commented on, killing people for treasures, committing crimes at people's doors, just like a strong thief."

"I have never had the broad-mindedness of a person of the Dao. This time I specifically came to the door to humiliate you, replacing your head with your hair, which is considered taking your dog life once."

Qian Chen pointed his sword at the tip of his nose and sneered: "What is Wang Yan, and is he worthy of commenting on me?"

"Waste!"

Qian Chen threw the long sword back against his elbow, and it flew out of his hand. The sword light went straight from the seat to the middle gate, and the gallery grass and trees along the way were all crushed in the sword light.

Wang Yan covered his face, his face twitched, looking at his scattered hair, feeling the chill on his scalp at the very center of his head. Wang Yan could imagine the funny scene of himself in the eyes of a group of noble family disciples in Jiankang, disheveled, with a circle of flesh-colored skin exposed in the middle.

His face actually twitched, and he burst into tears.

Qian Chen saw the ugly state of this person, even if he knew he was doing it on purpose, he couldn't raise the heart to kill him. He could only sneer in his stomach: "When it comes to saving his life, he has many tricks! He is worthy of being a cunning rabbit with three burrows..."

He broke into the middle gate and cut off Wang Yan's hair bun. Everything was like a rabbit jumping and a falcon falling, just in a few breaths.

Not many people on the court reacted, as if they were in a dream, until the loud slap on Wang Yan's face came out, and a group of noble family disciples shivered and fled to both sides.

As for getting up to stop that young Daoist—joke, a dignified Yin Spirit great cultivator was like a waste in his hands.

If they went up, wouldn't they be sending themselves to death?

With a hook, he fished a perch from the pond beside him, Qian Chen wore the perch through its gills with a light yellow silk ribbon, held it in his hand, turned his head gracefully, opened the Tianluo Umbrella, and walked straight out of the Wang mansion.

When passing by Cui Dan, he nodded slightly to him, which was considered a greeting.

The activated array restrictions, the various restriction methods and Dao arts from all directions, could not leave any trace on the spiritual light of the Tianluo Umbrella.

Qian Chen walked leisurely out of the Wang family's middle gate and turned to Zhu Que Bridge.

When passing by the long sword he threw, he picked up the affectionate sword with his toe. The sword light turned back, and the sword qi swung horizontally, turning into a curtain wall, cutting off the alley road leading to Zhu Que Bridge. The Wang family monks who crowded up could only watch his back disappear into the darkness.

Yuan Hao and several other Samsara travelers sat in the most inconspicuous corner of the banquet, holding wine glasses, watching Qian Chen kill into the Wang family, humiliate Wang Yan, and then kill his way out, dumbfounded.

Didn't know what expression to show.

At this time, Wang Dun hurried over, saw the messy banquet, and Wang Yan sitting on the seat covering his face with an ashen face, turned to the guard beside him and asked: "Where is the person?"

The guard was so frightened that he trembled all over and said in a trembling voice: "He went out of the middle gate!"

"You just watched him leave like this?" Wang Dun said angrily: "A bunch of waste!"

Wang Yan heard the word "waste" and trembled all over again. Wang Dun saw this scene from the corner of his eye, and his tone softened. Wang Yan, a Yin Spirit cultivator, couldn't do anything about that person, what could a group of guards at the Qi Refinement realm do?

It was really too demanding of them!

But the posture on the surface still had to be done. He scolded a few words, then sent a flying talisman to ask Wang Dao for instructions, looking at Wang Yan, who was paralyzed in the seat and full of wine, he could only sigh.

This scene today was spread by the noble family disciples in the capital, and Wang Yan's reputation was ruined.

I'm afraid he will be ashamed to see people from now on!

Unless Wang Longxiang can find back the field for him, or there is still room for concealment.

Wang Dun shook his head slightly, looking at the road that Qian Chen cut open the array restrictions when he left, and there were some doubts in his heart. Who had such ability, in the short period of time he rushed over, he cut off Wang Yan's hair bun, which was almost no different from cutting off his head.

Although Wang Yan only knew how to talk about mystery and point to the sky, his cultivation was there after all.

Hearing that this person's face was not big, could it be some Yin Spirit who had cultivated the Daoist infant body?

Qian Chen carried the perch, went down the river, and returned to the small pier behind White Deer Hall. The old servant looked at him returning with the perch and smiled, completely unaware of what kind of chaos Qian Chen had caused during the time he was away.

It is said that Samsara travelers are always causing trouble, but the Samsara travelers on this mission were honestly shrinking in the corner, eating their meals.

Instead, it was Qian Chen, a Samsara traveler on vacation, who made a big scene in Jiankang.

Entering the inner hall, I saw that the atmosphere between Sima Daofu and Si Qingcheng had eased a little. Beside Si Qingcheng was the green plum wine just dug out from under the plum tree, with a faint plum fragrance, carrying the lingering fragrance of April.

Qian Chen carried the perch and said: "The fish is here!"

Si Qingcheng turned her head suddenly, pleasantly surprised: "It's really a four-gill perch!" She took the perch from Qian Chen's hand, looked at the light yellow silk ribbon, and knew that this was the magic treasure of Qian Chen that could turn into a thunder dragon, and smiled slightly.

She picked up the Silver Flood Dragon Knife inserted in the case, wiped it on her sleeve, and was about to open the perch and cut it into the famous golden ginger and jade sashimi in Jiangnan, a delicacy of the southeast.

Princess Xinan looked at Qian Chen with eyes that were still slightly hostile.

She glanced at the perch, just about to pick on it, but saw the tiny scales on the back of the perch reflecting little silver light. Between cutting open the fish body, a dragon bone carried a trace of fresh red, and the color was pale gold.

Princess Xinan's eyes froze instantly, and she opened her mouth and said: "This is the four-gill dragon perch of the Wang family! This fish only exists in the Wang family. Where did you get it?"

Qian Chen nodded slightly and said: "Took it on the way!"

He carried Wang Yan's hair bun with the white jade hairpin, threw it under the table with disgust, and said to Si Qingcheng: "This person's words were rude, so I taught him a lesson on behalf of Shimei, replacing his head with his hair bun, which is considered to redeem this crime!"

Si Qingcheng looked at it for a few times before recognizing that it was Wang Yan's hair bun, and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, saying: "Haha... Shixiong, why did you cut off his hair? It must have scared him enough!"

Sima Daofu recognized Wang Yan's hair bun earlier than her, because that hairpin was her favorite thing and also a magic treasure.

Seeing Wang Yan's hair bun thrown at her feet, her whole body felt cold, her pupils contracted, and a strong sense of fear rose in her heart.

Lawless! This person is truly lawless!

Princess Xinan didn't dare to speak, closed her mouth, and this showed a trace of the princess's bearing and charm. If she didn't open her mouth, she still had a bit of color. If she opened her mouth, she was no different from the common aunts and six women, and even the nature of those gossiping women might be a little kinder.

Si Qingcheng secretly stuck out her tongue at Qian Chen, indicating that he did a beautiful job, and then kicked the hair bun out of the door.

The old servant looked at the hair bun, and his whole body stiffened. When he turned his neck to look at Qian Chen, he looked like a puppet. ===== CHAPTER 326 =====