He is more powerful than a tug of war, and his fierceness is unlike any other beast!

The young man's sudden change in aura, from a docile scholar to a colorful tiger, made the spring rain in the sky seem to be stagnant and cracking!

The big man with the red scarf covering his mouth suddenly felt like he was suffocating!

He seemed to hear the roar of a tiger. The king of beasts was standing on the top of the forest, squinting and roaring like thunder. The big man was dizzy.

The young man's movements were like a tiger pounce. He slapped away the fist he had thrown out, and then caught it with another palm and hit him on the chest. The huge force made the big man's pupils shrink, his chest instantly sunk, and the sound of ribs breaking was like a series of explosions.

His entire body suddenly shot backwards at a speed faster than he was running, and fell to the ground. His back rubbed against the ground, causing the water accumulated in the spring rain to flow away.

With just one move, the extremely ferocious man was defeated and fell to the ground, unable to move!

In the alley, the ferocious smiles on the faces of the two remaining big men disappeared.

"Practitioner?!"

Their lips murmured and their voices of shock and anger were filled with disbelief, exploding like a curtain of spring rain!

"Old man Liu Qingyan tricked me! Didn't he say he was just an ordinary young painter? How did he become a practitioner?!"

"Let us wait for ordinary thugs to kill the practitioners. Are we going to die?!"

The two big men were shocked and angry, and a chill of despair enveloped their hearts.

In the streets and alleys, the wails of the big men in red scarves were lingering. It was very miserable. Anle's tiger move just now, the energy and blood circulated, the energy was generated by itself, and the burst of power was more than five times that of an ordinary person!

He almost died by slapping the big man in red scarf and breaking his heart!

The reason why cultivators are respected is because once they start cultivating, they will undergo a qualitative transformation. Their physique and reaction speed will be greatly improved. A physical training warrior who has opened up the realm of Qi and Blood is powerful enough to beat any ordinary strong man!

These gang thugs are naturally not cultivators. If they were cultivators, they would not be reduced to thugs. Not to mention the subsidies provided by the court, the cultivators' earning power alone would make them disdainful of being reduced to cheap gang thugs.

Anle held an oil-paper umbrella, and the spring rain gradually became more rapid, falling like pearls and jade, jumping on the umbrella. He frowned slightly and stared at the big men in front of him who suddenly panicked.

"In broad daylight, you actually want to break the hands of a high-ranking person?"

I felt a little surprised, a little angry, and even a little chilled.

It was also the first time that he felt that there was such filth hidden under this glorious Lin'an Mansion.

He asked himself that he had not offended anyone. After arriving at Lin'an Mansion, except for going to the edge of the West Lake to watch the swordsman and the courtesan, misty and ethereal in the dust, he did everything in a regular and abiding manner.

But why did he still attract malicious attacks?

Someone paid these people to break his hands?

Breaking his hands is equivalent to breaking his future. He will have no chance of taking the imperial examination and will be unable to paint. His future will be dark!

Who could it be?

Countless doubts flooded in like a tide.

Suppressing the doubts in his mind, Anle thought for a while, held an umbrella and slowly stepped out, heading towards the two big men in the alley.

Although the two people in the alley were scared, they had no way out at this moment.

When they learned that Anle was not only a practitioner, but also a high-ranking official, they even considered killing Liu Qingyan. Is this a person they could offend?

Even if Anle's hand is broken by luck, how will they deal with the ensuing anger of the court?

However, these gang thugs who licked blood on the tip of their swords had no intention of fighting with Anle at this moment. Anle was a practitioner, and even if they fought to the death, their chances of winning were extremely slim, so they might as well run away.

The two big men scattered and fled. Whoever can escape will have his destiny.

However, Anle didn't intend to let anyone go. He quickened his steps, rushed forward with the tiger stride of five-animal forging, and got close to a big man. The oil-paper umbrella he was holding suddenly gathered together, and he gently held it out like a stabbing sword, imagining the sword waterfall.

The heart of the picture is attached to it, and the paper umbrella is like a sword.

An umbrella was placed on the chest of the big man, and the energy was transmitted. The big man was stunned and bleeding, his back bulged, and the energy exploded in a circle. His body flew upside down and landed on the ground, causing a mess all over the ground.

Shaking off the water stains, wearing a spring rain shawl, Anle's body's qi and blood circulated, the heat evaporated the rainwater, and a white mist formed.

Facing another fleer, he threw out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Instantly!

The oil-paper umbrella whizzed out, like a flying sword across the sky. With the blessing of the sword dancer Daoguo, the oil-paper umbrella was packed with energy and blood, and directly hit the fleeing thug. The tip of the umbrella poked open the opponent's flesh.

, defeating it to the ground.

Three wails came and went one after another.

On this day, Anle finally understood that the gap between practitioners and ordinary people in the world... was like the distance between a goshawk soaring in the nine heavens and an ant that is as small as the sky and the earth.

Anle was soaked by the spring rain. He slowly turned around, looked at the three big men, and asked again.

"Who sent you here?"

…

…

In Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

Liu Qingyan was stunned. The celadon cup in his hand fell to the table without holding it firmly, and the expensive drunken mist in the cup spread all over the table.

"Practitioners...this happiness is for practitioners?!"

Liu Qingyan's hair stood on end.

The information Mr. Luo gave is wrong!

Anle is a practitioner. Why is such important information not mentioned in the intelligence?!

If he knew that Anle was a cultivator, he would never dare to send thugs to commit murder. Wouldn't that be seeking death?!

Or... is this all Mr. Luo's plan?

"It's over, Mr. Luo hurt me!"

Liu Qingyan was extremely sad. He looked at the table full of delicious food and wine, but he couldn't eat or drink at all. There was no way out in front of him.

He hurriedly paid dozens of taels of food and drinks, and hurried downstairs, intending to leave Zuilong Pavilion, pack his bags and run away. Although he was reluctant to leave Lin'an Mansion for so many years of hard work, which could allow him to live a relatively comfortable life, he still couldn't bear it.

Lives matter!

However, as soon as they left Zuilong Pavilion, a familiar and luxurious carriage stopped at the door.

The curtain was lifted, and on the carriage window, the man's cold face appeared, aloof.

"Mr. Luo, why didn't the information you gave me mention that Anle is a practitioner?!"

Seeing Mr. Luo, Liu Qingyan felt depressed and blurted out something like a question.

In the carriage, Mr. Luo's cold face suddenly burst into a smile in the spring rain.

"You messed up again."

"You didn't succeed in either of the two things."

Mr. Luo's smile was like a warm spring day, but Liu Qingyan felt as cold as falling into an ice well.

He recalled his questioning and wished he could slap him.

Who do you think you are? How dare you question Mr. Luo?!

"You sent people to attack and kill a well-established Juren, and you are still a cultivator. Once the court asks you for a crime, you will not be able to escape. Take the initiative to surrender, and you will be given a lighter sentence. After all, you are working for Young Master Qin, so you will

Keep yours."

Mr. Luo said calmly, then let go and the curtain fell.

Was his information wrong?

In fact, there was nothing wrong. He had met Anle before, realized that Anle had succeeded in refining the gods, and entered samadhi, but...

He has just entered samadhi, without exercising his body. With only the power of his mind that has just entered samadhi, if the gangsters fight desperately, the result of Anle will still be to have his hands broken.

Mr. Keluo never thought that this young man... would start from scratch in one night, open up his energy and blood without any warning, and reach the first level of body-building martial arts.

It is quite rare to open up your Qi and blood overnight, and your talent is also extraordinary.

He made a mistake, but it was not a big problem. In fact, Mr. Luo became more and more interested in this young man.

When Liu Qingyan outside the carriage heard this, he showed a hint of joy. Mr. Luo said that Young Master Qin would protect him?

Well, in Lin'an Mansion, it is not easy for Young Master Qin to protect him as a boat painter because of his power. Even though he has been involved in many murder cases before, it only takes one word for Young Master Qin to protect him.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your advice. I will go to the Yamen and surrender now."

Liu Qingyan's face looked uncertain. He thought for a moment and bowed deeply to the carriage.

The luxurious carriage was silent, no longer paying attention to Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan raised his head, his beard and hair were wet with rain, and he slurred at the corners of his lips. Then, he turned around and walked slowly towards the Yamen. After walking for a few steps, he started running quickly, his speed getting faster and faster, and his direction also veered a little further.

Will Young Master Qin protect him?

Where's the liar?!

Do you, Mr. Luo, believe this?

Liu Qingyan doesn't believe it, he has to escape! Escape from Lin'an Mansion and live anonymously!
To be continued...