Chapter 1500： : clues, mystery balls

After Li Chengfeng had a brief conversation with Lian Xing, he temporarily settled on the flower boat.

But he can't find out now, but he only got one important piece of information from Lian Xing.

Qing Huang is not in Lian Xing's invitation list, which means that someone else invited him over.

What was the purpose of that person specially inviting Qing Huang over? And who among them is connected with Tianming Pavilion?

Li Chengfeng leaned against the window and looked thoughtfully at the Yangzhou River after the prosperity ended.

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At noon, Li Chengfeng left the flower boat again after eating. He had a hunch that this time things would not be simple.

Yesterday he went out of his way to fight against Qinghuang, except for the reason of Qinghuang's own death and provocation.

Another reason is that Li Chengfeng still wants to try this person, to see if he can get some clues about Tianming Pavilion from him.

That Qing Huang's behavior didn't look like someone from Tianming Pavilion at all, but like a **** with no ambitions.

And this time he was going to find out the details of the other young masters, especially Li Shu mentioned by Lian Xing!

Lian Xing told him about this person, the Liu family is in the jewelry business, and even faintly surpasses the Qing family in terms of financial resources.

It's a pity that the Li family only moved to Yangzhou in recent years, and the influence here is not strong enough, so they are at the bottom of the four major families.

The Qing family has been cultivating in Yangzhou for many years, and its official power is far from comparable to that of the Liu family who just arrived. The two families are temporarily in a cooperative relationship.

Compared with other princes, only this Liu Shu is most likely to invite Qinghuang.

Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng walked towards the east of the city.

Before he arrived at Liu's mansion, he was blocked by the crowd on the street.

"What number is this today?"

"It seems to be the third one today, I don't know how many will die!"

"I don't know who provoked the eldest young master of the Qing family. He has killed many people every day these days!"

"My pity for my nephew going to his house as a guest, and fearing that he will kill him every day!"

Li Chengfeng mingled into the crowd and listened for a while, only then did he realize why there were so many people blocking here.

It turned out that the front door was the back door of the Qing family compound where Qing Huang lived. Today, for some reason, more than a dozen corpses of scholars were thrown out of the back yard.

These people died in a miserable state, their faces and bodies were covered with marks from punches and feet, and blood was bleeding from all seven orifices.

That's right, many people came to clean up, but they dared not speak out, they could only curse a few times in the crowd.

"It seems that Qing Huang was beaten last time and something went wrong."

Li Chengfeng pushed through the crowd and was about to move forward, but saw another corpse thrown out from the front and back door.

The whole body of this corpse was skinny and skinny, its eyes were protruding, and its face was bruised.

Seeing Li Chengfeng stopped in his tracks, there was nothing wrong with this person's death.

First of all, the top and bottom of the corpse were neatly dressed and there was no trace of beating.

Secondly, he felt a trace of evil internal force from the corpse, which seemed to be a kind of evil skill, and the person who practiced it was not shallow!

However, Li Chengfeng used his perception to detect in the cabin before, and Qing Huang had no masters who were stronger than great martial artists.

Otherwise, the last time Li Chengfeng made a move, no one would have stopped him.

"There must be something strange in it!" Li Chengfeng thought to himself.

Li Chengfeng quietly left the crowd, walked around to a corner of the back door of the courtyard, looked around for no one, and then flew up to the eaves in two or three steps.

Looking inside along the eaves, you can see the small rockery pool and various flowers.

The verandah kiosks with carved beams and painted buildings are a luxurious and luxurious scene.

Li Chengfeng slowly closed his eyes and searched the entire backyard with his full senses.

According to his perception, in a row of wing rooms in the northeast corner of the garden, there is an internal force that is not inferior to his strength.

And this internal force is cold and evil, it seems to be absorbing some energy, and it is constantly growing.

"It looks like it's over there!" Li Chengfeng determined the location, and tiptoed to the northeast corner room.

Before he reached the roof of that wing, he saw a familiar figure walking out of that wing.

This person's face was red, his ears were red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was Qing Huang, the young master of the Qing family who had just been taught a lesson by Li Chengfeng not long ago.

"Surge of Qi and blood? He didn't have a trace of martial arts yesterday, but now he has developed internal strength?" Li Chengfeng became more and more curious.

It's not that simple for Qing Huang to step into the realm of martial arts overnight, and it should have something to do with the master of the evil internal force.

Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng quickened his pace again, and rushed to those rooms.

Soon coming to the roof of the wing house, Li Chengfeng only felt a chilling shade rising from the soles of his feet, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Just when he stopped and bent over to look into the room, a shining silver sword pierced through the roof and stabbed directly between his eyebrows.

Li Chengfeng quickly rolled to the side to avoid the blow, and drew the Xuanyuan Sword behind his back.

And in front of him appeared a man wearing a black and white two-color stitching robe and a star mask.

"Eighth prince, you really came to the door!" A fist-sized scarlet internal force ball gathered in the man's hand.

"You mice are really everywhere!"

Before the man could make a move, Li Chengfeng drew out Xuanyuan Sword and took the lead in bullying him.

Although I don't know why they want to contact Qing Huang, the second son.

But he and Tianming Pavilion have long been inseparable, and it is certain that Tianming Pavilion must not hold back any good farts.

The man from Tianming Pavilion didn't seem to want to fight Li Chengfeng to the end.

The blood-red inner force in his hand exploded and turned into a mist that enveloped Li Chengfeng.

Taking advantage of this time, he disappeared directly here, leaving only a trail of **** smoke.

Li Chengfeng's whole body's inner strength shook away the weird blood-colored mist.

But the tile eaves under his feet couldn't bear it either, and Li Chengfeng fell straight into the wing room under his feet.

Dozens of martial artists at the martial artist level fell sideways in the room.

All around them were drained of internal strength and blood, leaving only clothes and skeletons, very similar to the death conditions of the group of talents before.

There is also a small red to purple ball in the very center of the room.

The noise from outside the room was getting louder The servants of the Qing family came to the door with various weapons.

Now he hasn't found out the purpose of Tianming Pavilion, Li Chengfeng doesn't want to waste time with these servants.

Picking up the ball, Li Chengfeng tapped on the big pillar in the room and flew away from the room.

Leaving the Qing family, Li Chengfeng went straight to Lianxing Flower Boat. He always felt that the ball in his hand was very strange.

The abundant blood in the sphere would have been too much for other warriors.

Even Li Chengfeng felt an inexplicable urge to stop and swallow this small ball.

However, he resisted the urge and returned to the cabin.

In the cabin of the flower boat, Lian Xing, who had been waiting by the tea table early, saw the small ball in Li Chengfeng's hand, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"It seems that the plan of Tianming Pavilion has started!" Lian Xing murmured in a low voice.

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