The helmsman in front of him is none other than Liu Yuanwai, whom he had seen before.
Who would have thought that a young man who was greedy for money and snobbery and would not hesitate to frame others for two hundred taels of silver would be the helmsman of the Green Forest Gang and the Jinsha Gang.
I have to say that this hidden foundation is simply wonderful, and his acting skills are also convincing.
The big one is hidden in the court, the middle one is hidden in the city, and the small one is hidden in the wild.
One is a mercenary businessman, and the other is the helmsman who leads the gang. The identity change of the two is really hard to imagine.
"who?"
It was not until Wang Yan stood in front of them, after a few breaths, that the three people in the hall reacted.
The two masters of the inner clan only had time to say these three words, and then they saw two golden lights entering their bodies and fell to the ground on the spot, unconscious.
When the helmsman saw this, his complexion changed suddenly, and he was about to call someone. When Wang Yan waved his hand, a yellow talisman flashed with golden light, and it entered his body in an instant.
His head was dizzy, his eyes were black, as if he had lost his soul.
This is exactly the Soul Destroyer Talisman that Wang Yan drew before. Unexpectedly, it was not used on the hall master, but now it is used on the helm master.
The door behind him closed on his own when Wang Yan came in, and the dark whistle was ambushed on the periphery, completely unaware of Wang Yan's intrusion.
"Are you the helm of the Jinsha Gang?"
Wang Yan stepped forward, picked up the magic talisman, and directly asked questions.
"Yes!"
Liu Duozhu was in a daze at this time, like a puppet pulling a string.
"You did all the missing children in Linjia Village, Zhaojiazhuang, and Lijiaba?"
Wang Yan continued to ask questions.
"It was the black-robed monk who did it, we just hid it for you!"
Liu Duozhu didn't show the slightest emotion, and he answered whatever he asked.
"Who is the black-robed monk? What does he intend to arrest these children? Where are the other children hiding?"
Wang Yan asked three questions in a series of direct questions.
"Monk Heipao was born in the White Lotus Sect. He is currently working in the imperial court to arrest these children. I heard that it was an order from a noble in the court. The children are currently locked in the dungeon and will be transported out of the city after a while."
Hearing this, Wang Yan couldn't help but be surprised.
"You mean someone in the DPRK wants to use these children?"
Master Liu nodded, but did not answer this time.
According to the utility of the magic talisman, this means that he is not sure either.
"Where is the dungeon? Take me there."
Even the imperial court was involved, Wang Yan felt that things were not simple, but no matter what, the children had to be found first.
Liu Duozhu stood up and followed his order and was about to leave. However, at this moment, a long whistle came from outside the door, followed by countless footsteps, which seemed to surround the entire lobby.
"Boom..."
With a loud bang, a monk dressed in a black robe broke through the main entrance of the hall and leaped forward, holding a Zen staff in his hand, and his body was filled with evil spirits.
"Little friend, it's enough! It's not good for you to know too much!"
The stubble on the monk's face, the top of his head is smooth, but the long hair on the sides is left loose, like a Mediterranean uncle.
There was a big hoop hanging from the right earlobe, his face was fierce, and his eyes were wide open.
He came back from doing errands outside and asked to see the helmsman, but as soon as he arrived in the yard, he sensed an abnormal breath, and immediately felt bad.
Before this monk arrived, Wang Yan didn't even feel the slightest sense. Now that he met his face, the strong evil spirit emanating from the other party's body was almost suffocating. Wang Yan only felt that his dantian vitality was extremely restless, and it was almost difficult to suppress. There was also a hint of confusion.
This monk is very high, at least he is not an opponent.
"Are you that black-robed monk?"
Wang Yan ignored Liu Duozhu, concentrated his attention, and stared at the monk in front of him.
"It's a dying person, why bother asking so much! The church of the Jinsha Gang, you can get in today, but you can't get out!"
After Seng Fan finished drinking, his face sank, and his figure swept out instantly. He waved the Zen stick in his hand, and smashed it fiercely according to Wang Yan.
Knowing his secret, he was obviously not going to let Wang Yan leave alive.
The other party couldn't help but say that he started directly. Wang Yan was still well prepared. Facing the staff of Fan Seng, he tried his best to dodge to the side, and then he was able to avoid the past.
The black light on the Zen staff filled the air, and with a single blow, a huge crack was directly cracked on the ground, and almost the entire lobby was shaking.
Wang Yan was horrified and didn't dare to be careless at all. When the thought came to him, the immortal binding rope flew out, and in a blink of an eye, the monk was tightly bound.
Taking this opportunity, vitality poured into both palms, and the five thunder palms suddenly blasted out.
"Playing bondage? A child's trick."
The monk didn't care about this, he grinned and was shocked.
"Um?"
Under this shock, even the deep-sea flood dragon rope can be broken, but the humble vine that is currently restraining him does not move at all, which is not what he expected.
Wang Yan's palm slammed, and he underestimated the enemy for a while, and before he had time to hide, he suddenly hit a palm in the chest, and the black smoke owl rose, but did not hurt the source.
"interesting!"
Fan Seng easily avoided Wang Yan's next few attacks. He was furious in his heart, and he paid attention to it. The evil energy in his body continued to pour out, and the entire vine instantly filled with black energy, covering and entangling.
Fan Seng was shocked again, but the immortal tie could not be resisted, so he had to release it on his own, circled in the air for a week, and returned to Wang Yan's hand.
"Drink..."
Fan Seng shouted angrily, and the Zen staff carried an unparalleled evil spirit and swept towards Wang Yan frequently, with a majestic momentum.
Wang Yan didn't dare to pick up his Zen staff, he narrowly avoided a few tricks, poured most of his vitality into his legs, boosted his energy, and flew away.
Something so tenacious as a bundle of immortals is ineffective against him. It is conceivable that the opponent's strength exceeds his own.
Thirty-six strategies, it is better to take the best policy!
But how could Monk Fan let him escape? As soon as he went, the speed was faster than him, and the Zen staff in his hand was suddenly sent straight towards Wang Yan's back.
Wang Yan was in the air, walking on the air, the opponent's stick was fast and ruthless, and the evil energy on the stick was frequent, completely blocking his escape route, and it was impossible to avoid it.
He noticed the sharp sound of breaking the air behind him, and he was about to be hit with a stick. In a hurry, Wang Yan had to forcibly twist his body, and the red light of the Chongxiao sword flashed, and he was sent out at the critical moment.
The Feijian was his hidden magic weapon, and he didn't want to reveal it unless it was a last resort, because once the Feijian came out, it was necessary to save his life, and at the same time it meant that he had no cards at all.
Without full confidence, this is a very dangerous thing.
"Shocking Rainbow" swordsmanship was displayed, and in an instant, the sword light burst into a dazzling array, stabbing Fan Seng from all directions.
Fan Seng obviously did not expect that this son's cultivation base is not high, but he has a lot of magic weapons on his body.
After such a stagnation, Wang Yan seized the opportunity and fled quickly, and disappeared in an instant.
Fan Seng waved his Zen staff, shattered the sword qi that came from around him, and fell to the ground from mid-air. His face was red with anger, and he gritted his teeth.
The Zen staff suddenly swept forward, and the trees and stubborn rocks within a few meters in front were all cracked and shattered like a rotten tree.
On the other hand, Wang Yan's side, although he escaped successfully, he was actually not feeling well.
Although the opponent's stick didn't hit him, but during the fierce battle, the evil spirit that burst out from Fan Seng's stick penetrated into his body, and destroyed his internal organs.
If it weren't for the strength of Dantian's strength to fight against it, if it were an ordinary person who suffered this, I'm afraid that the seven orifices would bleed and die in Jiuquan.