"Who do you think he is?"

Until Li Xiake left, Yang Tianchun and He Xiaolan were both confused and did not guess Li Xiake's identity.

Yang Tianchun practiced medicine in Wenzhou for many years, but later he really couldn't stand the illegal behavior of corrupt officials, so he took the risk and became a thief. He traveled thousands of families every day and hundreds of households at night. Relying on his being a doctor, he often went to and from major wealthy houses. He was very familiar with the layout of the mansions of dignitaries, so it was extremely convenient to steal things.

Other thieves have to step on the plate in order to steal things, but Yang Tianchun is silent and silent, without any loss of flaws. Therefore, if the government wants to start investigating from this aspect, there is no clue at all.

He is cautious, bold and meticulous, and has a very good relationship with the local police chief Sanyan Shin-singer. The news from the government has never been hidden from him. Therefore, if there is any disturbance, he can deal with it in advance. He has never missed property in the past two years, which is not unrelated to the well-informed information.

But today, his news was not very good, and he could not guess Li Xiake's identity. Seeing that Li Xiake left after he treated Huang Feihong, Yang Tianchun was worried.

"Brother, Li Xiake should not be our enemy. If he were the enemy, he would have reported us to the government long ago. Besides, we have cured his senior brother's leg injury. He can't be ungrateful, right? I don't think he looks like a villain."

Seeing Yang Tianchun's face appearing worried, He Xiaolan enlightened him, "When listening to Li Xiake's words, I really appreciate your actions from your elder brother. He should not have any malice to you."

Yang Tianchun waved his hand and sat down slowly in the room. He lowered his head and thoughtfully. He kept tapping the tabletop with his fingers and said softly. "When talking about Li Xiake's senior brother Wu Zuting, I remembered something."

He said to himself, "I have heard that three months ago, Monk Yankong turned out to Shaolin. The Shaolin Temple monk Yanwu was ordered to capture Yankong, and finally he was injured by Yankong using a trick. Life and death are unknown. When Wu Zuting came to our clinic, he was also injured by gunpowder. Hehe, the news of Yanwu's injury is not a few days apart."

When Yang Tianchun said this, he suddenly stood up and smiled and said, "Wu Zuting, Wu Zuting, isn't it meant that Shaolin Temple is the Zen ancestral temple in the world and the origin of martial arts? This Wu Zuting must be Master Yanwu!"

He looked relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, "If he were Master Yanwu, we wouldn't have any problems, and his junior brother would naturally not be unfavorable to us. No wonder they said they wanted to capture and kill Monk Yankong. It turned out that they were all Shaolin disciples."

He Xiaolan also breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good, I didn't expect that we also saved a Shaolin monk. Huang Qiying said that he is also a Shaolin disciple. I think even if he knows our identity, he will not make things difficult for us!"

Yang Tianchun looked at Huang Feihong lying on the bed and said with a smile, "Just because we help Huang Qiying rescue Huang Feihong, Huang Qiying should not take action against us again."

He sighed, "This Huang Qiying is too pedantic. With his time patrolling the city, let's be honest and prescribe medicine for others! Now let's cure this child's illness first!"

Just as they were treating Huang Feihong, Li Xiake had already arrived on the street, and suddenly jumped into the room, and slowly walked on the ground. After walking for a distance in the darkness, his ears moved, his body suddenly increased, and shot forward like a sharp arrow. After a moment, he suddenly stopped and looked forward.

On a street in front, Huang Qiying was fighting with several masked men, and there were two people lying on the ground, one was a dead captain, the third-eyed look, and the other was a woman wrapped in a bag with half-exposed shoulders.

Several masked men who fought with Huang Qiying had good kung fu skills. They slammed high and surrounded Huang Qiying. Each of them had two short swords in their hands. Each of them had sinister and vicious moves, and they were extremely cruel and cruel.

Although Huang Qiying was at ease in fighting these people, it was still a bit difficult if he didn't use his tough skills. The scene was in a stalemate at this time. From time to time, someone was kicked away by Huang Qiying, but from time to time, someone moved forward to block Huang Qiying's next move. The sound of banging and banging was endless, and occasionally a few muffled groans were heard.

"Shaolin Kung Fu? Are you also Shaolin disciples?"

Huang Qiying, who was fighting with several masked men, shouted loudly, kicked the three of them alternately, instantly kicking away "Who did you learn your kung fu? Are you all Iron Monkey's accomplices?"

A masked man climbed up from the ground with his chest covering his chest, looked at Huang Qiying, and his eyes flashed, "Are you using Shaolin Hongquan? Who are you? Don't ruin our good things!"

Huang Qiying suddenly rushed forward, "Good thing? You are a flower-picking thief and you are going to kidnap women. Huang is going to clean up the portal for Shaolin today!"

He no longer showed mercy when he took action. His fists and feet were several points heavier than before. He punched one by one, and he was beaten away by one person. Seeing that more than ten masked people at the scene were about to be knocked down by him, suddenly the sound of breaking through the air and a woman suddenly appeared above Huang Qiying's head, holding a long sword in his hand, stabbing Huang Qiying in the air.

Huang Qiying dodged the woman's rushing into the air, and kicked her out suddenly, hitting the woman's chest. His kick was extremely sharp. The woman holding the sword was kicked by him and rolled in the air, screaming loudly. After rolling on the ground a few times, she actually flew directly away. Only the voice came from a distance, "What awesome shadowless foot! Huang Qiying, wait, Master Yankong will come to find you!"

Huang Qiying originally wanted to chase the woman, but there were still several masked men who were knocked down underground. He suddenly felt that he was unable to do anything and didn't know which one to catch first.

Just as he was hesitating, a voice sounded behind him, "Go and chase that girl, just leave these masked people to me!"

Huang Qiying was shocked. He was successful in martial arts, with clear ears and clear eyes, and his senses were very ordinary. However, when this sound sounded in his ears, he had no perception in advance. This was unprecedented.

He turned around suddenly, and had already made a defensive posture when he turned around, for fear that the person behind him would attack him, but he only appeared after turning around. Li Xiake was standing behind him.

"Why are you still standing there? Chase me!"

Li Xiake appeared silently behind Huang Qiying, holding a masked man in one hand, throwing him into the middle of the street, and said to Huang Qiying, "I'll come and see these Shaolin scums, you go and catch that woman!"

Huang Qiying's pupils shrank slightly and he glanced around. He saw that a dozen masked people who had just done it with him were piled up together at some point, forming a small "human mountain" in the middle of the street, but he actually realized nothing.

His heart pounded, and his body staggered and almost fell down. "How did he do it?"

Li Xiake looked at Huang Qiying curiously, "Brother Huang, is your face a little wrong? But is it injured?"

After Huang Qiying came to her senses, she laughed dryly and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll catch that woman now, and these people will trouble Brother Li!"

He turned around and jumped up, chasing the woman who had just escaped, but was a little absent-minded, "Who is this Li Xiake? What exactly is he doing?"

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Chapter completed!