The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1285 - 669: Showdown at the Street Corner

The bully blocked the door and splashed filthy water on the walls.

When Li Yan arrived, this was the scene he saw.

A crowd had already gathered, pointing and watching the spectacle. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

They had seen this kind of thing many times before.

The hooligans had countless disgusting tricks up their sleeves.

"Swearing in the streets," "lying in a coffin," "pouring hot oil to self-harm," "open cesspool"...

They did whatever it took to make you uncomfortable.

And many times, there was nothing you could do about them.

If you reported them to the government, they'd at most be thrown in jail, beaten up, and kept there for a few days.

When they got out, these hooligans would instead be praised and retaliate even more disgustingly.

Even if you had wealth and power, you might not be able to handle them.

There once was a tyrannical merchant, who upon seeing these vagrants come self-harm to extort money, ordered his servants to beat them to death, and settled it with the government afterwards, thinking he could then sleep peacefully, not realizing it was just the beginning of his nightmare.

First, the shop was overrun with rats and flies, then at night, someone dumped excrement at his doorstep.

The vagrants would draw lots of life and death, and every few days, someone would come to the shop to disgust him, almost forcing it to close down.

That's the difference between those who have nothing to lose and those who do.

In the end, the merchant could only admit his bad luck and invite people for a conciliatory feast.

These scoundrels' tricks didn't surprise Li Yan at all.

What surprised him was that Zhang Tiankui, who was considered a master of the Mystical Sect, still retained such hooligan habits.

Meanwhile, Lv San and others also approached the window.

"Bah, playing this kind of trick with us!"

Sha Lifei cursed and directly grabbed the Divine Fire Gun.

"Hey, don't, don't!"

The old shopkeeper of the Jin Chamber of Commerce started sweating and tried to stop him, persuading, "He's just a lowly scoundrel, no need for you gentlemen to bother with him. Don't look at how he's causing a ruckus, but he's not daring enough to enter the hall's gate. Let this old man handle it."

"Last night, a fire broke out in Houjia Alley. If you start fighting, the blame will definitely be placed on Young Hero Li. The Jinghai Gang is deeply entwined with the Navy Camp. If the army comes to arrest people, there will be no room for negotiation..."

In just a few words, he clearly laid out the pros and cons.

Frankly speaking, he feared Li Yan and his companions more than Zhang Tiankui outside.

He had read the intelligence and knew very well.

Zhang Tiankui was at most a schemer of dirty deeds, but when the Twelve Primordial Spirits moved, countless people would die.

Chang'an, Yunyang, Chongqing, Chengdu, Luoyang...

These people all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood alive.

Though the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce intended to make connections, they couldn't afford such a huge trouble.

Sha Lifei naturally saw through the old shopkeeper's thoughts and said joyfully, "Rest assured, shopkeeper, we staying at the Chamber won't drag you into trouble, but it's too late to talk about this now. Look, Brother Yan has already returned. With his nature, those fools below are in trouble."

The old shopkeeper leaned out to look and felt somewhat helpless.

It seemed today's matter would not end well.

As Sha Lifei said, Li Yan in the crowd was ready to act.

In the pugilistic world, people were venomous in their hearts and their tongues equally merciless.

The other side used such low tactics just to force them to show themselves.

If ignored, they would soon spread all sorts of unsightly rumors, ruining the reputation of the Twelve Primordial Spirits.

This was the pugilistic world, where everyone wanted to become famous, with benefits but not without troubles.

However, just as Li Yan was about to act, he had a sudden idea and turned to Wang Hundred Households beside him.

Remembering their previous conversation, Li Yan reached into his bosom, grasping the Yuan Chen Coin of the Twelve Primordial Spirits, secretly storing God and tapping it.

This set of coins was very rare.

By chance, they each obtained a set during a cellar meeting at Hua Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain.

The two sets of coins, woven with the Rope Knot Secret Technique, with Yin and Yang opposing, would create a special connection when combined with the Magic Artifact.

Tapping on one end, the other coins would sense the vibrations too.

Though the range was limited, it became their secret tool for communication.

Tap~ Tap Tap~

Inside the chamber window, as Li Yan tapped, others also reached into their bosoms.

The code they used was designed by Wang Daoxuan; though simple, it could convey clear messages.

Li Yan's signal was simple: act, suppress the people.

Everyone turned to Wu Ba in unison.

Though Zhang Tiankui was a lowly rogue, his skills were not to be underestimated.

In terms of martial arts skills, only Wu Ba among them could steadily suppress him.

If it were usual times, Wu Ba would surely use his large palm to scratch his head with a foolish grin.

However, at this moment, he remained silent, his eyes a bit cold.

Since leaving Cangzhou, he had always been like this.

Wu Qu was considered his mentor, and this big guy was always suppressing his killing intent.

"Big guy, hold back a bit!"

Sha Lifei felt a bit uneasy and hurriedly reminded him.

Wu Ba nodded silently, then strode forward, directly tore open the window, and leaped down.

Thud!

In everyone's view, Wu Ba's towering body landed with a crash.

The ground shook, yellow dust rolled around.

"Ho, where did this dumb kid come from!"

Zhang Tiankui tilted his head, spat out the sugar cane residue from his mouth, and looked to the side, "Is this Li Yan?"

Beside him, a middle-aged Confucian scholar fanning a white fan quickly leaned over and whispered, "Second Master, I've heard that Li Yan is young, just a kid. This person before us should be the 'Chou Niu' of the Twelve Primordial Spirits."

"Heh, what a lousy name."

Zhang Tiankui sneered. Although his face was full of disdain, his eyes had become serious.

When experts make a move, you immediately know their capability.

Zhang Tiankui had an extraordinary physique and outstanding talent, making a name for himself in Jinmen from a young age and encountering skilled fighters from the north and south, which made him quite arrogant. Even as the Twelve Primordial Spirits had recently gained fame in the Mystic Sect, he hadn't paid them much heed.

But facing Wu Ba, who possessed an equally formidable physique, he inexplicably felt threatened.