"How's Iron Ruthless?" At this time, the smile on Qinglong's face had completely disappeared, replaced by an indescribable solemnity, and at the same time, he asked about Tie Ruthless's situation again.

"This..."

Yan Xun hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Wen Wenche, but found that he didn't seem to notice Yan Xun's gaze, lowered his head and pondered without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Iron Catcher Tou died half a month ago!"

In the end, Yan Xun still truthfully told the news of Tie Ruthless's death.

"Alas! ~”

"In this world, there are times when we can't choose how to live. It's like more often than not, we can't choose how we go about dying. ”

Qinglong sighed softly, as if he was not in the slightest surprised by Tie's ruthless death. It's just that he said such a sentence inexplicably, and he never made a sound again.

And Yan Xun was baffled by Qinglong's words, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't understand what Qinglong wanted to express, and at the same time, he was aroused by the curiosity in his heart, but he didn't want to say anything more at all.

Hesitantly opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask any further, he could feel that Qinglong said that this matter was not something he could participate in at all, if he forcibly broke in, he was afraid that he would be crushed in minutes and there would not be even bones left.

At this moment, the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field suddenly let out a loud shout at the same time, turned into two afterimages and found each other, and in an instant, they separated the distance again, and stood at the opposite end of the courtyard with their backs to each other.

"It's over?"

Yan Xun and Wen Wenche were both attracted to the last duel between the two, and they saw that the clothes worn by the desert judge at this time looked like a leather jacket, and now there were many small sword marks, and the bundle that was originally tied to the head was now gone, and the hair was completely scattered.

The appearance is no longer as energetic as when he first entered the inn, and he is unstoppable.

Of course, the young master is not having a good time, even worse than the desert judge, at this time, the young master's hands holding the sword are trembling slightly, and there is an obvious bruise on the cheek, obviously in the process of fierce fighting, he was given a black punch by the desert judge, and the clothes that were not neat were opened several times under the ribs and back, and even the breath was a little disordered, and the cheeks were obviously two points paler than just now, obviously the move just now was extremely expensive for the young master.

Of course, although the two of them looked a lot embarrassed, they had already left their hands, otherwise, it would not be as simple as a few more holes in their clothes, but a few bloody holes.

In fact, in general, the strength of the two is still between the best, maybe because of his age, the internal strength of the desert judge is slightly higher than that of the young master. However, the martial arts of the two of them are more of a light and spiritual route, not relying on strong internal strength to overwhelm people, so the difference in internal strength cultivation is not a big advantage for the desert judge.

Moreover, the desert judge also had a fierce fight with Qinglong before, which consumed a lot of physical strength, so relatively speaking, this station, the young master took advantage of the desert judge, but after all, the young master is not a person like the desert judge who has always lived an iron-blooded life on the knife edge, and he does not have much experience in fighting.

So in the battle just now, he still lost half a point to the desert judge.

"Your martial arts are very good!"

I saw the desert judge return the full moon scimitar to the scabbard with a "swish", obviously giving up the plan to fight again.

"You're not weak either!"

Seeing that the desert judge took back the scimitar, the young master naturally had no interest in fighting again, and if he continued to fight, he might not be able to beat others, of course, in terms of momentum, the young master's good-faced personality was not allowed to give up half a point.

"Hmph, I'm very interested now, what is it that makes you want to give up 10,000 taels of gold to come to us to do it?" Perhaps recognizing the young master's strength, the desert judge threw the full moon scimitar back, and was once again received by the woman just now, and asked the young master with a little doubt in his tone.

However, the expressions of the young master, Yan Xun, and Wen Wenche at this time were all at the same time, and gradually became gloomy.

"I heard that the Sky Eagle Gang is a frequent visitor near this Yanmen Pass?"

The young master's eyes suddenly stared at the desert judge, and he asked.

"Yes!"

The desert judge replied very simply, so that the young master did not react a little, reflexively glanced at Yan Xun again, and saw that he nodded to himself before he spoke again: "There is a small town named An Yun more than ten miles north of Yuyanmen Pass, and there is also a village in the northeast of the town Judge Brother has ever known." ”

Facing the young master's question, the desert judge turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in the Skyhawk Gang.

"Lao Huang!"

I saw that the middle-aged uncle Lao Huang thought for a while and replied: "In charge, there is indeed a small village in the north of Anyun, called Xixian Village, but the village is too small and there are few families. We passed by there seven days ago. ”

The desert judge nodded, didn't speak, and looked at the young master.

"Seven days ago, we passed through that small village, and found that all 175 people in the village had been brutally slaughtered, and none of them survived.