The capital, in a courtyard house.

There are dozens of people sitting in the lobby, the elderly, the drooping boys, and the crane-haired old women gathered together, and if someone breaks in by mistake, they will definitely think that they have entered the theater.

However, at this moment, the lobby was silent, and everyone was thinking about something with heavy faces, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy for a while.

After a long time, the old man sitting at the top of the lobby said with a gloomy face: "Okay, please come here in a daze." Over the years, we have been blessed by the master to have today's good life, and now that the master is in prison, those of us who are apprentices should also do something. ”

If Zhang Yang was here, he would be able to recognize that the person who spoke was Fang Shihong, the master of the Guangwu Sect, and the few people sitting next to him were also strong people in the Guangwu Sect.

After all, Guangwumen is a big faction that has been inherited for hundreds of years, even if it was besieged by several major factions and suffered heavy losses, it has recovered a lot of vitality after all these years of precipitation. What's more, Qi Lin of Guangwu Sect is still a saint powerhouse, almost all the strong people in Guangwu Sect have been guided by him for hundreds of years, and these people present can be regarded as Qi Lin's apprentices.

Although there are only four or five of these people who have crossed the Huajin threshold, the other dozens of people are at least the strength of Mingjin Dacheng.

In the past, if a group of people with such strength entered the capital, it would definitely cause a big sensation, but now there are more than thirty Hua Jin people stranded in the capital alone, and no one pays attention to these bright and strong people.

Hearing Fang Shihong's words, before the others could say anything, Zhu Shiyuan, the deputy sect master on the side, interrupted with a frown: "Senior brother, do you think we can save the master?" ”

Fang Shihong's expression changed suddenly, and his face was a little ugly, but he still replied: "No matter what, can we just ignore the master?" ”

Zhu Shiyuan shook his head a little gloomy, he didn't dare to recite this reputation of abandoning his teacher, although modern martial arts are not as good as in the past. But respecting teachers has been passed down since ancient times. If he dared to say that he didn't care about Qi Lin's life or death, I am afraid that a large number of senior martial artists would come forward to trouble him tomorrow.

Fang Shihong was also irritated when he saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't understand Zhu Shiyuan's words. The master was defeated and captured by Zhang Yang, and if he wants to rescue the master, he will definitely not be able to cross the level of Zhang Yang, but he has already formed a grudge with Zhang Yang before, and even if he asks Zhang Yang at this moment, it will be useless.

What's more, it is simply impossible to show that he is willing to let the master back, thinking of this, Fang Shihong was suddenly upset, and said in a deep voice: "Junior brothers and sisters want to find a way, the master is now in the hands of the enemy, and there will definitely be danger if the time drags on." ”

"What else can I do? Senior brother, the master is now in the hands of that old ghost in Qin Tian! Zhang Yang was seriously injured in the Battle of Dragon Ball a few days ago, and now is our only chance to save our master, go directly to the door, can Qin Tian and them still be our opponents! ”

Fang Shihong just spoke. In the lobby, an old man with a white beard shouted impatiently, eager to kill Qin Tian and a few people now.

Hearing the white-haired old man's words, Fang Shihong hesitated a little. He asked, "Senior Brother Zhu." What do you see? ”

The silent Zhu Shiyuan's eyes flickered for a moment before he said softly: "We don't know whether Zhang Yang's injury is true or not." What's more, even if there is no publicity, Xia Wulong, Qin Tian, and Yu Zhengyuan are not easy to mess with, even if we can save the master alone, the loss will definitely not be small. ”

"Zhu Shiyuan, what do you mean! Have you forgotten the nurturing grace of your master? Before Zhu Shiyuan could finish speaking, the old man who had just spoken shouted angrily.

Zhu Shiyuan glanced at him, and his face flashed with a hint of unhappiness. The old man who spoke was also a veteran powerhouse in the Guangwu Sect. However, he is not a few years younger than Qi Lin, and he has only been in the middle stage of the realm of desolation over the years, although his strength is not as good as Zhu Shiyuan, but he has always liked to rely on the old and sell the old to be strong in front of them.

Fang Shihong also had a headache. didn't look at the two of them, but looked at the two powerhouses who had been silent and asked, "Do you have any good ideas for the two junior brothers?" ”

The old man sitting at the head of Zhu Shiyuan kept his eyes closed, and he didn't open his eyes until Fang Shihong asked, and said slowly: "Zhang Yang has offended a lot of people this time, and the dragon qi has also been taken down by their Southern Martial Arts Association, and there are countless strong people who secretly hate them. If you can win over one or two strong people who have entered the sainthood, even if Zhang Yang is not injured, there is nothing to be done. ”

Fang Shihong scolded secretly in his heart, if he could win over the Holy Powerhouse, what would he do with these people. Those who are not ghosts and ghosts, now that Qi Lin has been captured, Zhang Yang himself is strong, and he still relies on the envoy of Zhenguan behind him, who would be willing to offend a saint powerhouse for a few dragon qi.

It's not that he hasn't looked for those people, but those who have entered the Holy Stronghouse avoid him when they hear that he is coming, and they are more careful than seeing the plague god. He is also a strong man with a head and a face, he can't be a scoundrel and not leave, even if the master comes back like this, he will have no face to see people.

Fang Shihong skipped the old man who spoke, looked at the scholar-looking elegant middle-aged man below him, and said softly, "Senior Brother Shicong, do you have any ideas?" ”

The elegant middle-aged man had an indifferent face, as if he had not been affected by Qi Lin's capture at all, and there was no anxiety from others, and he chuckled when he heard this: "Senior brother, if you are concerned, you are confused, have you forgotten that we still have a senior wife?" ”

As soon as the elegant scholar said it, the other people in the hall suddenly exclaimed, and even Fang Shihong slapped his head and said in annoyance: "What a mistake!" I forgot about it! ”

But soon Fang Shihong's face changed, and he smiled bitterly: "But my wife, she is an old man......"

Although the words were not finished, the other people who knew the inside story understood, and the crowd who had just been excited suddenly quieted down.

Fang Shihong looked at the elegant scholar again, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. Since he, the most Daoist junior brother, has brought it up, he must have a way to persuade his master who doesn't eat oil and salt.

The elegant scholar smiled faintly, nodded and said softly: "I'm afraid you think too much, although the master and the master are not in harmony, but that is our own business." Now that the life and death of the master are unknown, no matter how much the master hates the master, she will not watch outsiders kill the master. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and even Zhu Shiyuan and the fierce-tempered old man nodded to indicate that what the junior brother said was reasonable.

Fang Shihong's nervous heart was also suddenly relieved, a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It seems that we are all mediocre people, in this case, Senior Brother Shicong will go back and tell his wife, we are secretly protecting the master to prevent those people and dogs from jumping off the wall and doing anything unfavorable." ”

Everyone nodded, and the elegant scholar also responded, and for a while, everyone's mood was relaxed.

……

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a laugh containing banter suddenly sounded outside the door.

"You guys are really good Yaxing, I'm still worried that some fish will escape, and now it seems that I can catch them all."

Everyone in the hall didn't react for a while, but the faces of Zhu Shiyuan and Fang Shihong had changed, and before they could speak, a Dacheng powerhouse shouted angrily: "What kind of person, dare to break into my Guangwumen station!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Dacheng powerhouse who spoke suddenly screamed, and the whole person seemed to have entered a smelting furnace, and after a while, it turned into a pool of blood.

This tragic situation suddenly silenced everyone, and several of them who had not experienced much were almost vomited, even if they didn't vomit, they were faintly disgusted in their hearts, and they hurriedly shifted their eyes and didn't dare to look at the death of the person just now.

The people in the entire hall were in chaos, many people exclaimed in surprise, and even Fang Shihong, who was a few strong people, got up and stared outside the house with ugly faces.

"Blood Slaughter King, do you want to kill them all?"

Fang Shihong's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled, and his whole heart became cold, but he still shouted loudly.

After speaking, everyone looked at the young man who slowly stepped into the gate with solemn expressions, and many of them already showed a desperate look on their faces when they heard the words of the door master. Who else can be called by the master of the door except for Zhang Yang, and who else can be called the King of Blood Slaughter in the martial arts!

But now that this man has come to the door, everyone knows what he is going to do without thinking about it. killed a Dacheng martial artist before entering the door, I'm afraid Zhang Yang is definitely not here to drink tea.

Zhang Yang stepped into the courtyard, looked around and didn't seem to see everyone's desperate, resentful, and sad eyes, nodded and praised: "Good place, the residence of the princes and nobles, it is not a humiliation for you to be buried here." ”

Although there had been speculation about Zhang Yang's intentions, hearing Zhang Yang's straightforward words still made everyone's hearts chill.

Fang Shihong stared at Zhang Yang with dead eyes, and only after a while did he laugh miserably: "Zhang Yang, do you really want to kill them all?" ”

Zhang Yang looked at him with a very strange look, and said faintly: "If I am captured by Qi Lin, will you let me go of the Nanwu Society?" ”

Fang Shihong sighed, as if he had figured out something, and laughed: "He is worthy of being the youngest sage in the martial arts!" Originally, I thought you were just shit luck, but now it seems that we are all underestimating you. You are ruthless enough, and people who can have such ruthless methods as you will not be buried even if they are not martial artists! ”

Zhang Yang chuckled as if he was embarrassed, looked at everyone playfully, and said softly: "Have you accepted your fate?" Or are you scared? ”

Fang Shihong laughed and shouted loudly: "Afraid? Zhang Yang, you are wrong! We and other warriors go against the sky, life and death are fateful, how can we be afraid! ”

Zhang Yang shook his head as if he disagreed, and muttered: "You are still afraid, since you are going against the sky, how can you still live and die." Since it is against the sky, then change your life, I Zhang Yang never believes in life. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yang laughed again, and with a wave of his hand, a Ming Jin Consummation Martial Artist who was just about to escape screamed and fell to the ground, completely losing his breath of life.

"You see, how can a man not be afraid of death? Warriors are also human beings, and they will also have fear. ”

Zhang Yang seemed to be saying it to Fang Shihong, and it seemed to be saying it to himself, and the expression on his face was extremely rich for a while. (To be continued......)