"Tell me, who are you? Why are you among this ancient clan?" Zhu Yan asked in a deep voice.
How could a person who knew the Nine Nether Swordsmanship submit to the ancient clan and become the leader of the nursing home? This is absolutely impossible. There must be some unknown secret in this!
The man in the brown shirt blushed and his neck was thick when Zhu Yan pinched him, but he still said harshly: "You can kill the prisoner below the stairs if you want, no need to talk nonsense!"
At this time, Xia Yuanqiu walked up to the man in the brown shirt and said to Zhu Yan: "It would be a pity to kill him. What a pity for the Nine Nether Sword. In this way, we can keep him alive, but we can't let him bully us anymore!"
Zhu Yan raised his lips and smiled, then said: "Do you mean to abolish his martial arts?"
Xia Yuanqiu shrugged: "It was quite a pity originally, but he is so ignorant. What's the use of keeping his martial arts?"
The man in brown shirt was shocked when he heard this and said angrily: "You couple of bitches, you will be punished."
Zhu Yan's face darkened: "You will know soon whether you will suffer retribution!" He and Yuan Qiu were just teasing him, and did not intend to really abolish his martial arts, but they did not expect that this guy would say such a thing. Being so unclean, it seems that the first person to suffer retribution is himself.
Zhu Yan stamped his palm on the back of the brown-shirted man's heart. The force of his palm shattered the man's tendons. He let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground. From then on, he was just an ordinary person, who could probably lift a sword. Too strenuous.
"You, you—"
Zhu Yan squatted down, stared at the man in brown shirt and said, "What about us? Are you full of resentment? It doesn't matter. I can give you another chance. As long as you answer my questions honestly, I will naturally continue to work for you." How about tacking the tendons?"
The man in the brown shirt gritted his teeth and said, "You're dreaming!" After saying that, he suddenly fell sideways, and his neck hit the blue long sword hard. Blood immediately poured out, and a pair of bulging eyes stared at the two. People, it can be said that they are blind to death.
Zhu Yan shook his head and sighed: "It's really a tough guy. What a pity for the Jiuyou Sword Technique!" He stood up and turned to look at the group of guards who were standing aside. When the guards came into contact with Zhu Yan's cold eyes, their bodies They all retreated involuntarily.
Xia Yuanqiu pointed to the door of the main courtyard that had been closed from beginning to end and said, "Don't you find it strange? We have been fighting here for a long time, and no one in the room came out to take a look."
Zhu Yan glanced at the closed door, then turned around and waved to the guards: "Come here!"
The guards looked at each other in shock, not daring to step forward or retreat, and just stood there dumbly.
Their leader is dead, and they don't know if they should abandon their weapons and surrender now, or if they should have some backbone and learn from their leader.
Zhu Yan pointed at a young handsome boy in the guard group and said, "Come here!"
The young man's calves were trembling. The so-called Prince Jing in front of him was so powerful that he felt timid. When his finger pointed at him, he felt like he was being stared at by the God of Death and wanted to snatch him away at any time. Losing his life is no different.
Zhu Yan said again: "Come here, don't let me say it a third time!"
The young man's calves were trembling even more, but he no longer stood still, and his feet involuntarily walked towards the handsome and cold prince.
The young man's body kept getting closer, and when there was only two feet away, Zhu Yan stopped.