Inside the villa of the God of Gamblers in the Australian City.

Zheng Ying and Liu Bai were together, Zheng Ying lit a cigarette with a solemn expression, and said slowly: "Young master, I just received the news that the thirteen masters of the black list are fighting against your master. ”

Liu Bai jumped up and immediately asked with concern: "Is the master of the black list very powerful, will my master be in danger?"

"Any master duel must have a risk of life and death, not to mention that Thirteen Ke is a black list master who has been famous for ten years. Zheng Ying shook his head with a wry smile and said slowly.

"Uncle Zheng has done it with the Thirteen Guests?" Liu Bai couldn't help but ask curiously.

Zheng Ying glanced at Liu Bai, exhaled, and said, "Ten years ago, I had an occasional opportunity to compare with him. ”

Liu Bai continued to look at Zheng Ying and didn't say anything, in fact, of course he wanted to ask, how was the victory?

"The swordsmanship of the thirteen guests has reached its peak, and I lost in less than ten moves. Zheng Ying said frankly.

"Oh, the masters on the black list are more powerful than your Dao masters?" Liu Bai frowned, even more worried about Chu Jiang.

"I can't say that, I'm just one of the most unsuccessful junior disciples among the more than ten junior disciples of the first master of Daomen, Senior Brother Chen Bai also has a younger brother named Chen Xian, who is well-deserved as the second master of Daomen. Zheng Ying was not angry and explained, "I am not the opponent of the black list master, and it does not mean that my senior brothers are not the opponent of the black list master." Just ......"

"Just what?" asked Liu Bai nervously.

"It's just that the masters on the black list are all elusive, both good and evil, and it's hard to have any chance to compete. Zheng Ying sighed.

"Uncle Zheng, let's not talk about it yet, I have to gather people to help my master. After Liu Bai heard this, he was ready to get up and go out.

"Young Master. Zheng Ying slowly followed behind Liu Bai and sighed lightly, "Help, what are you going to help?"

"If I give an order, the number one hundred and eighty people can still be summoned. Liu Bai said as a matter of course.

"Then do you think your master needs such help?" Zheng Ying said calmly, "If you go to help him, will he be grateful to you?"

"Uncle Zheng, what do you mean?" asked Liu Bai with a frown.

"Young Master, your master is a real master, and a master at his level has never needed help like you. Today you may not understand, but sooner or later, you will understand. Zheng Ying said word by word.

Liu Bai's eyes were in a trance, and after being silent for a long time, Fang asked, "According to you, my master doesn't need anyone's help?"

"Well, no, besides, you can't help him with a hundred or dozens of people. "Zheng Yingyao Yao's head, cut the railway.

"Uncle Zheng, I basically understand what you said, but now that the master on the black list wants to kill my master, how can I, as an apprentice, sit idly by?" Liu Bai was still worried.

"It's not about sitting idly by, but having faith in him and supporting him spiritually, although these may sound useless, but at least an apprentice should do. Zheng Ying continued slowly.

After hearing this, Liu Bai sat on the sofa in a daze, still puzzled: "Uncle Zheng, what do you mean when you tell me that the master of the black list is dealing with my master, but you don't let me take someone there?"

"I don't let you go because it's for your safety, and I'm telling you this because I want you to grow, and if you want to help anyone, you should help yourself first. Zheng Ying said meaningfully.

"Help yourself?" Liu Bai couldn't understand for a while.

"It's to help yourself become stronger!" Zheng Ying said slowly, "In many cases, money is simply dung, it has no effect at all, and the conspiracy is the same, and it is vulnerable in front of real masters." Only when you are strong enough can you help the people around you while protecting yourself. ”

Zheng Ying said on the side, the vicissitudes of life showed a gloomy taste, as if he was telling something.

Liu Bai's heart moved: "Uncle Zheng, you?"

"Yes, young master, I have been under the protection of your grandfather's gambling god for ten years, and the rumors over there have passed. Zheng Ying smiled slightly, there was a lot of reluctance in her smile, but more of a resolute look, "Today, it's time for me to leave." After the competition with your master, I understand the gap between myself and the real master, and I want to go back to the Daomen and spend the rest of my life studying the martial arts of the Daomen. ”

Zheng Ying was originally a martial idiot, because of the events of that year, he had been hiding for ten years, in fact, in the first two years, all the rumors had passed, but the God of Gambling had always treated him as a national soldier, so he couldn't bear to leave.

But after a trial with Chu Jiang, his heart to pursue martial arts was re-aroused, so just now he said goodbye to the God of Gamblers, and after the God of Gamblers was slightly stunned, he nodded slowly, and did not keep it, because the God of Gamblers knew that when a person decided to leave, it was superfluous to stay, and it only increased the sadness.

"My grandfather ...... Agreed. Liu Bai looked upstairs in disbelief, and then at Zheng Ying.

"Hmm. Zheng Ying nodded.

"Uncle Zheng, can you ...... before you leave" Liu Bai thought in his heart, he couldn't help much, Uncle Zheng should be able to help when he went.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll go and see it before I leave, master duels, life and death are often just a moment, I know that it's in vain for me to go, but it's also one more thing for the young master. Zheng Ying didn't mean that Liu Bai opened his mouth and said, "Young Master, take care!"

When Liu Bai heard to take care, Zheng Ying's figure had already disappeared.

Liu Bai was stunned, stunned, although he was usually a little unhappy with Zheng Ying, but at this moment he left without warning, and his heart couldn't help but be sad.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, Zheng Ying has nothing but being strict with him.

And sometimes, strictness is also a kind of love.

As for the kung fu of the Daomen, maybe the Daomen has this or that rule, and Zheng Ying refuses to teach real kung fu, which is understandable when he thinks about it now.

In a villa in a grove on the outskirts of the city.

I saw two figures shuttling inside, sometimes parting, sometimes merging, occasionally making a dull sound, if you look at it through the video head, you must think it's just a phantom.

Chu Jiang said that he wanted the thirteen guests to die like a swordsman, and this sentence meant that he would rely on the skills of Gu Wu to fight against the thirteen guests, so that the thirteen guests would die convincingly.

To put it bluntly, Chu Jiang didn't plan to use the kung fu of the special bloodline, nor did he plan to open the perspective eye.

Thirteen Ke's swordsmanship is like flowing clouds and majestic momentum, and he can step by step to the position of the black list, relying on no accidental luck, let alone an opportunistic strategy.

Instead, he relied on the means he felt as strong as he attacked like a withering and decaying attack.

Defend.

It's for a better offense.

Attack.

It's overbearing!

It's the way to live!

The sword blade attacked, obviously only half an inch away from the sword blade, but in a flash, Chu Jiang, who was about to die under the sword of the thirteen guests, swished, and disappeared out of thin air again.