C116 Wen Ya

Blue City. The bustling crowd filled the entire city with people. There were people coming and going on both ends of the busy street. Ordinary vendors were living a life of hard work, leaving early and returning late.

Yoyang Restaurant. An antique decorated teahouse. The surface was painted with dark paint, and the guests who came here were all people who preferred peace and quiet.

A man in a loose black robe was sitting on the second floor near the window, quietly enjoying the tea and pastries on the table. The reason why he could be judged to be a man was because of his slender yet powerful hands. However, his black robe covered his face as well as his head, so he could not see his face clearly.

The man was none other than the youngster Han Chen whose reputation had been thwarted recently.

The champion of the three cities' competition had killed Meng Lao, injured Meng Huo, and injured him heavily. Han Chen's fame swept through the three cities and the surrounding small cities like a tide.

Originally, he planned to go back to Blackrock City to rest for a few days. After all, both the Mayor's mansion and the Liu Family wanted him dead. He never expected that the Lambert would assign him a mission at this time.

Han Chen heaved a sigh of relief under the black robe and looked out the window. The branches of a osmanthus tree extended all the way to the second floor. The small white flowers on it emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance.

"It's been almost half a month. I need to make my move as soon as possible."

Han Chen thought about the quest in his mind. It had already been over ten days. Due to various reasons, his actions these days were not to be overly exposed.

And the person he wanted to kill, after tracking him for a few days, had also found traces of him. But there was no other reason why he could not find a chance to make a move. It was that person who seemed to know that there were people who wanted to harm him, so he had to be on his guard. Han Chen held onto the teacup, and fell into deep thought.

"Wen Ya, male, ninth level of Qi Refining, recently appeared in the Azure Blue City. The starting price is ninety-nine thousand silver. " This was the information recorded on the piece of paper. It could be said to be very simple. Other than that, it only had the image of the person he was looking at.

Compared to the last time he killed the Beaver, the first sum of money for this man named Wen Ya was actually nearly a hundred times higher than the former. Speaking of it, the Beaver King wasn't weak, at the eighth level of the Refinement Stage. From this, it could be seen that the difficulty of this mission was much higher.

Just as Han Chen was deep in thought, a young man dressed in black walked up to the second floor. The man was in his twenties, and although he wasn't too handsome, he exuded a faint heroic aura.

When the man came up, he saw Han Chen sitting on the window sill. A trace of vigilance flashed across his eyes, and he immediately found a place to sit. He asked the shop assistant for a pot of tea and two small plates of pastries.

Han Chen who was in his black robe maintained his composure and continued to leisurely drink his tea. Although he hadn't found the opportunity to make a move these past few days, he knew that the person liked to come here to drink tea. The black clothed man that appeared before him was precisely the Wen Ya he wanted to pursue.

There weren't many guests in the teahouse, and after some places left, no one else came. Compared to this quiet atmosphere, what most people liked the most was the noise and the wine.

Wen Ya picked up the tea that the waiter brought up, put it to his mouth and blew on it. Then, he took a sip. After he carefully savored the taste, he looked at Han Chen.

"Friend, the weather seems a bit hot today. Why are you wrapping yourself up so tightly?"

His voice was calm and indifferent. In the face of Wen Ya's inquiry, Han Chen did not panic in the slightest, nor did his emotions fluctuate in the slightest. But before Han Chen could reply, hurried footsteps came from the stairs. Hearing this voice, quite a few people came.

Han Chen was shocked. Could it be that the Liu Family and the City Lord's Mansion found out?

In the next moment, eight or nine figures rushed forward. However, the person in front of them was Wen Ya, and what made Han Chen even more surprised was that. Princess Cang Yaner from the Azure Blue Prince's Palace was also among the people who had come.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Wen Ya, long time no see." Cang Yaner walked in front with a faint smile on her pretty face.

Senior? Han Chen was startled, Wen Ya was also from the Taiqing Sect? As everyone knew, Cang Yaner was an inner disciple of the Taiqing Sect, so the Senior Brother she called out was naturally from the same sect. Judging by the atmosphere between them, however, it did not seem friendly at all.

"Wen Ya, after hiding for so long, we finally caught you with your mouse tail." The one who spoke was a young man to Cang Yaner's left. The man's face was full of scorn, and his brows were furrowed in an unrestrained manner.

A complicated smile appeared on the corner of Wen Ya's mouth. "That's right! "Long time no see. After running away for so long, you guys finally found me."

"Senior apprentice brother Lian Cheng, Junior sister Yan'er, don't talk so much nonsense with him." Otherwise, we'll get him to run away again later. " A tall and slender man with sharp eyes said.

"Hehe, if he can escape this time, then I, Luo Heng, will write my name backwards." A teasing smile hung on the face of a tall and sturdy young man. He strutted over to the opposite side of Wen Ya and sat down, saying with disdain, "Senior Wen Ya, we haven't seen each other for so long. I wonder if your martial arts has taken a step back, how about you teach me a few moves first?"

"Luo Heng, you, the battle maniac, haven't changed at all." Wen Ya lifted the cup of tea from the table and sipped on it. There wasn't much panic on his face.

Cang Yaner and the man named Lian Cheng beside him looked at each other, and the latter squinted his eyes and shouted, "Wen Ya, I suggest that you stop playing any tricks, and be a good boy!"

"Hehe, what other tricks can I do? With my strength, can I escape? " Wen Ya said indifferently.

Lian Cheng and Luo Heng were both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, while Cang Yaner was at the eighth level. Just these three people were enough to easily make Wen Ya stay, let alone the other Taiqing Sect disciples who were not weak.

"Hmph, Wen Ya, cut the crap." The tall and slender man with sharp eyes stepped forward, "Obediently hand over what you stole from the Third Elder!"

"What is it? Yi Shui, you think you have the right to talk to me like that? "Don't forget, back then, I protected you, so that is why you are here today."

"You," the man called Yi Shui frowned, his face becoming solemn. He didn't know how to reply.

Han Chen who was standing by the window, more or less understood what was going on. Without a doubt, this Wen Ya was a disciple of the Taiqing Sect. The reason he was chased to this point was because he had stolen something that he shouldn't have taken.

Judging from the current situation, Wen Ya would probably not be able to escape today. Han Chen secretly thought, if Cang Yaner's group were to kill Wen Ya on the spot, then he would not need to do anything, and the mission would be completed. But if they didn't kill Wen Ya for the time being, they would have to think of another way to end the fight.

"Senior Brother Wen Ya, if you hand over the item now, it will be on account of your former friendship with someone from the same sect." We will do our best to plead with the Third Elder and let you live. " The one who spoke was Cang Yaner.

"Oh? "Is that so?" Wen Ya pretended to be surprised, and looked at Cang Yaner with disdain. "If it's really like this, then I really am grateful to Junior Sister Yan'er. However, Senior Martial Brother should give you a word of advice. When you're lying, don't be too calm. Otherwise, it would seem that they are faking it. "

"Bastard." The grumpy Luo Heng slammed his palm on the table. "Wen Ya, don't not know what's good for you. You refuse a toast only to be punished."

"Hehe, Luo Heng, you still like Junior Sister Yan'er? But after all these years, you still haven't even touched her hand! "

"Bastard, shut up." Luo Heng was furious. He pulled out the sword in his hand and a sword light flashed. The middle table was instantly split into two.

Seeing that there was going to be a fight here, many of the guests quickly left in fright. Meanwhile, the owner and waiters of the teahouse both knew Cang Yaner. Due to the princess' identity, they could only hide behind the counter, not daring to move, hoping that they wouldn't ruin the restaurant.

Wen Ya was still sitting upright on his chair, holding a teacup in his hand. Looking down at the shattered teapot, he shook his head helplessly and sighed. "What a pity, what a pity it's a pot of good tea."

"Hmph, death is at hand. You even have the leisure to do so. Watch my sword." Luo Heng could not take it anymore. The sword beneath his feet released a bright ray of light, aiming straight for his heart.

A cold light flashed across Wen Ya's eyes as he moved his wrist. "Whiz!" With a sound, the teacup flew towards Luo Heng's face with the force of a gust of wind. The latter frowned, raised his sword, and shattered the teacup. At the same time, Wen Ya suddenly stood up from his original position and sent out a gust of sharp wind from his palm towards Luo Heng.

Bang! Luo Heng, who was caught off guard, was pushed back by the impact. Once the battle started, Lian Cheng who was standing beside Cang Yaner also rushed over, and threw a punch at Wen Ya's back. Wen Ya was slightly alarmed and hurriedly turned to the side to receive the palm strike.

Bang! A silent sound echoed in the air. Wen Ya suddenly felt his arm go numb, and a surge of powerful hidden strength surged into his body. Startled, he immediately circulated his martial arts to reduce the impact.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wen Ya, how does my amplification ability feel?" The flirtatious expression on Lian Cheng's face became increasingly thicker.

"Just average! If you can knock me down with a single punch, then I'll have a little respect for you. "

"Hmph. Don't be in such a hurry. I will soon fulfill your wish."

Lian Cheng once again flashed in front of his opponent and launched a ruthless attack. The battle maniac Luo Heng also attacked together. Facing the joint attack of two martial cultivation of the same level, Wen Ya's pressure could be easily determined just by thinking about it.

Not far away, Han Chen was still sitting quietly on the window ledge. Compared to the guests who were hiding far away, his actions were very calm.

After a moment of observation, Han Chen realized that Wen Ya's character was a little similar to his. Now think about it, who paid for the rich building's people to kill him? Someone from the Taiqing Sect? Probably not.