Yang Qingfeng was in a hurry, saw a section of the roof beam sticking out of the eaves under his feet, bit the sword scabbard in his mouth, his body fell vertically, turned his body in the air, hooked the end of the beam with his left hand, and cut it off with his right hand, took the beam that was cut off, and flew up to the house to continue to run towards the city wall.

Although the movement was swift, this move still shortened the distance between him and the three men.

When running less than ten meters away from the city wall, the left hand poured force to throw out the beam, and the beam infused by internal force was inserted into the city wall for more than five inches, and then the scabbard was thrown out and inserted in a higher place than the beam.

This action shortened the distance again, and the man who ran in front of him was only a room away, and he did not dare to stay until he reached it in an instant, and jumped high and stepped on the beam, and continued to jump upwards with this strength, and grasped the scabbard with his left hand, and with a swing of his legs, he turned over and stood on top of the scabbard, kicked hard under his feet, and jumped high again, until he grabbed the edge of the wall with his hand, and lifted his body up the wall with his shoulders.

The whole set of climbing movements is extremely smooth, with light body skills, only three verticals jumped on the four-zhang high city wall, full of pride.

He looked down, and was shocked to see the eagle with both hands in the wall bricks and quickly climb up, and now he was at his feet, and stabbed with his sword, and the eagle left the wall with both hands, and let his body fall straight down, and at the same time, the iron gloves in his hands shot out in a volley, straight to his left and right shoulders.

Yang Qingfeng didn't expect him to use the same trick, he didn't have time to dodge, poof, iron claws inserted into his shoulders, his eyes were dark, and his body fell back and fainted.

The eagle made a desperate move, making Yang Qingfeng fall to the brink of death, and his own life was hanging by a thread, falling from such a height, he was not dead or disabled, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, because he avenged her.

The short-knife man arrived just in time to catch the falling eagle. The woman ran over and beat the eagle in the chest with her fist, crying, "Don't you want to die?"

The eagle survived, took his beloved in his arms, and said, "It's good to be alive." ”

The two wept with joy.

The short-knife man climbed the city wall and searched for the items on Yang Qingfeng's body, and put them on the ground in a daze.

The lovers also climbed the wall one after another, and the eagle saw his stupid expression and said, "The great thinker has begun to think again." ”

The woman smiled but didn't say a word, she liked the process of the two of them making fun of each other, and felt that this was life.

The short knife man said quietly, "You're in trouble." ”

The eagle pretended to be scared and said, "yes, I killed someone." He laughed.

Seeing that he didn't care, the short knife man said with a solemn face, "He is Yang Qingfeng." ”

The smile on the eagle's face froze, and he said solemnly, "Thinker, don't joke about this. ”

The shortsword man picked up the token on the ground and threw it to the eagle, who stared at the token in distraction, and he saw a swallow next to the token that read "Commander of the Three Battalions".

The woman was quite calm, probed Yang Qingfeng, snorted and said, "Not dead yet." With that, he took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

The eagle pushed the woman away and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Seeing that he was emotional, the muscles on his face were twitching, the woman reached out to touch his cheek, helped him relieve the tension, and said, "If he dies in our hands, how can he be worthy of Miss." ”

The eagle was caressed by her gentle hand, and his emotions gradually calmed down, but he still couldn't accept to save the enemy.

A number of spies had gathered under the walls, and one of them shouted, "Do you need help?"

The short-knife man shouted downward, "It's all gone, run away, damn it, continue to return to its original position, don't let go of a Huashan sect disciple." ”

In the Three Management Divisions, the officers of the Restricted Military Division have absolute command power, and they are all masters of one in a thousand.

The short-knife man said to the woman, "Xiaomo, go and tell Miss about this place, and then come to Zhuxiu Garden to find me." ”

The woman took the order, looked at the eagle, and flew away.

The short-knife man continued, "I'll take him to Old Man Shen, and you continue to sit in the inn so as not to be suspected." ”

The eagle took the command, turned and jumped off the wall.

About a tea time, the short knife man holding Yang Qingfeng was already in the depths of the bamboo forest, a simple bamboo house, a courtyard surrounded by bamboo knots, delicate and ingenious integration with the surrounding bamboo forest.

He rushed into the courtyard and shouted, "Old man Shen, hurry up and save people!"

An old man hurriedly walked out of the bamboo hut, opened the door, and said, "Put it on the bed." ”

Old man Shen looked at Yang Qingfeng, who was unconscious, and saw the iron claws on his shoulders, and said, "Brother Yingxian doesn't even want weapons?"

The short-knife man hurriedly said, "Old man Shen, don't hurry up to save people, it's useless to think about these things." ”

Old man Shen said slowly, "Seeing a doctor pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and cutting, the four cases are combined, and the cause is known, and the effect is known. If there is no benefit, it will not be ...... cured"

Seeing that he was endless, the short knife man knew that this old man Shen was fighting the autumn wind again, so he simply walked out, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and said lightly, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, his name is Yang Qingfeng." After speaking, he heard a scream in the house, and the sound of banging sounded, and he laughed loudly, and lay on the bamboo chair in the courtyard and fell into deep thought......

The noisy sound of horses' hooves came from far to near, and the two horses stopped outside the gate of the bamboo garden, and hurriedly dismounted, looking urgent, and one of the women woke up the short-knife man and said, "How did you sleep like this?" ”

Where is the short knife man sleeping, some time ago he accidentally got a martial arts cheats, because its content is too vicious, but he is reluctant to make up his mind for a while, and he is confused about it every day.

He hurriedly stood up and knelt down on one knee and said, "See Miss, I was sleepy for a while, but I didn't know that Miss was coming, please cure my subordinates for the crime of neglect." ”

Another woman said softly, "Brother Gui is so guilty, so tired, let the little woman feel pity, in the future, you must take more care of your body." ”

The old face of the short knife man was slightly red, and a word of concern was enough to make him ecstatic, and his heart stirred up layers of ripples, and he pretended to be calm, "Thank you Miss for your concern." Do things for the Liu family, never give up. ”

This person is the first beauty in martial arts - Liu Zhen'er. True to her name, she has a look that can make men in the world drool and make all women extremely embarrassed, with a pair of melancholy eyes looking at the closed bamboo door, muttering, "Can you still be healed?"

The short-knife man was still enjoying that sentence of care, and the sudden change of topic made him unable to react for a while, and he wondered, "What, what?"

Seeing him like this, Liu Zhen'er said, "Can Yang Qingfeng still live?"

She has long known that the short-knife man has a love for herself, but this person is scheming, so in the past, he was deliberately cold in his words, and today he was negligent for a while, so he said what made him careless, and secretly blamed himself for being careless......