Song Zheng stopped after the group of people appeared, turned around and saw that the number of people behind him had increased to more than a dozen, and they all felt out of their waists, and it was actually a wooden stick more than three feet long. Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that this group of people didn't use knives, maybe the 'Seventh Master' wanted to test himself again. If they use the fish intestine sword, it is estimated that they will immediately learn that they are the real murderer.

After this group of people appeared, several students who were returning to the courtyard stopped, seventy or eighty feet away from Song Zheng, and watched from a distance. Song Zheng glanced at it, he didn't know any of them, and he couldn't help sighing, he didn't know if there was a martial arts academy here, and whether he would report to the martial arts academy.

At this time, among the group in front of Song Zheng, someone shouted: "The surname Song, I want to run away when I beat Lao Tzu, no way!" Tell you, kneel down and kowtow to me three times today, and Lao Tzu will spare you. Song Zheng looked at it, and it was Zhou Dahong who spoke.

The situation was pressing, and Song Zheng didn't want to be too prominent, so he immediately clenched his fists, walked forward step by step, and said: "Master Hong, I don't know that you are a good man of the Iron Dragon Gang, how offended you just now." In fact, when I first saw Hong Ye just now, I thought that you were extraordinary in appearance and superb in martial arts. If it weren't for the sudden slipping under your feet, how could you fall to the ground! Alas! It's all to blame for the shopkeeper who sprinkled the noodle soup on the ground, which made Hong Ye slide. How offended, how offended! ”

Song Zheng said a lot of nonsense, and he got closer and closer to the alley where these people came out. These people didn't expect Song Zheng to be soft, and they would take the initiative to block Zhou Dahong's face. After Zhou Dahong came back, he told them that Song Zheng's martial arts were good, and he fell down in just one moment, and it turned out that there was noodle soup on the ground!

Taking advantage of the fact that these people were stunned, Song Zheng suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the alley. This time was extremely sudden, and when everyone came back to their senses, Song Zheng was only five or six feet away from the entrance of the alley. The person guarding the entrance of the alley didn't have time to raise the wooden stick to smash it anymore, so he only held the wooden stick with both hands and poked at Song Zheng hard. Song Zheng grabbed the wooden stick and took it behind him, and struck forward with his right fist. The man was caught off guard, and could only watch his fist grow bigger in front of his eyes. Hearing only a click, the bridge of the man's nose was broken, and he screamed miserably, and squatted down with his hands on his face. Song Zheng jumped past him and ran deeper into the alley. As long as his speed is played, these people are opponents. After Song Zheng went around, he gently pushed open the door of a courtyard, closed the door reflexively, and hid behind the door.

Fortunately, there was no one in the yard, and Song Zheng listened quietly behind the door. After a while, I heard someone shouting outside: "Damn, where did this kid go, he ran quite fast!" It was Zhou Dahong's voice. At this time, another voice sounded, "Search around, you can't let this kid escape, you have to break a leg anyway." A few people outside responded in an uproar, and then the footsteps faded away.

Song Zheng waited for a while, saw that there was no movement outside, and was about to open the door to leave, but heard the footsteps of two people again. Song Zheng hurriedly retracted his hand and listened attentively. The footsteps stopped not far away, and then, in the adjacent yard, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, knock, knock; Knock, knock. After a while, the door creaked open, and a voice asked, "Qide, how is it?" ”

"Helper, his subordinates are incompetent, let that kid run away." Needless to say, it was Gao Qide who replied.

"How?"

At this time, Zhou Dahong's voice sounded: "That kid is too cunning, first he was soft, said a bunch of words, walked towards us while talking, and when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, he suddenly jumped into the alley where we were hiding." We didn't react, and the second dog who stopped him was even broken on the bridge of his nose! That kid is also a thief, and we can't catch up. He walked around the alley several times, and we couldn't find it. I had to let the brothers wait on Wenwu Street, and the kid had to go back to Wenyuan anyway. ”

The helper said: "A group of stupid people, thirty people can't even stop a child, let alone explore the details of other people's homes, how can you let me explain to the seventh master?" ”

Gao Qide hurriedly said: "The subordinates are incompetent, what about the seventh master?" I'm going to kowtow to him and make amends! ”

At this time, another deep voice sounded: "No need, I heard it all!" ”

Gao Qide asked, "Are you?" ”

The helper said: "The seventh master has something, this is the seventh master's brother the eighteenth master, brought the order of the seventh master, and now we all listen to the eighteenth master." Song Zheng said secretly, this should be the eighteenth in the Mizhou Dark Eagle.

Song Zheng was about to continue eavesdropping, and from the room in the small courtyard where he was, a six or seven-year-old boy came out and looked at Song Zheng curiously. Song Zheng hurriedly put his finger to his mouth and signaled not to speak. But how did the little boy know this, and asked, "Big brother, who are you?" ”

Song Zheng hurriedly changed his voice and said in the Shanxi accent of the noodle shop owner: "You don't know me anymore, I'm your eldest cousin." So saying, he opened the door and fled.

The next door obviously heard the movement, and the four figures quickly jumped out, and after seeing Song Zheng, they hurriedly chased after him. You don't need to ask them to know that their conversation has been listened to by Song Zheng, the so-called "Seventh Master" has been exposed, and even this secret stronghold has been discovered. At this time, it is no longer a matter of temptation, and Song Zheng's life must be left behind.

Song Zheng was not familiar with this area, and the opponent was not comparable to those minions, and in the end, the lucky Song Gongzi turned into a dead end, and it was too late to come up with it. Since these four people blocked Song Zheng separately, one of them first appeared at the mouth of the alley, and it was Zhou Dahong. Song Zheng knew that time was pressing, so he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he immediately pounced. Zhou Dahong was also clever, and immediately turned around and ran, although Song Zheng was extremely fast, he was still a step slower, and in front of the back of Zhou Dahong's neck with his palm, the "here" still shouted.

Soon, three figures appeared, two south and one north, sandwiching Song Zheng in the middle of this larger alley. One of the two in the south, with a burly build, almost similar to Yang Tong, held a short knife in his hand. The appearance of the short knife is similar to the blade of the ninth brother who was killed by Song Zheng, and his left hand is missing a little finger, which is the eighteenth in the Mizhou Dark Eagle; The other looked similar to Gao Qichang when he saw him, but he was thicker, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and Song Zheng guessed that he was Dong Qide. The one in the north, who was about thirty years old, of medium height, but with a meaty face, and an iron chisel with a round end and a pointed end in his hand, should be the helper.

Seeing Zhou Dahong lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, Gao Qide changed color slightly, but the other two had no expression at all, obviously cruel and murderous.

At this time, Lao Eighteen sneered: "I didn't expect it, we fought to the death with the Imperial City Division, and the seventh brother was also injured." The real murderer turned out to be you! ”

Song Zheng pulled out the face of the fish intestines, stared at him coldly, and said, "What is the real murderer?" Didn't the master just beat a little ruffian? How? Leave me dead? As he spoke, he thought quickly about what to do. Looking at the pace and appearance of this old eighteen, it is actually similar to the kung fu of the ninth brother who was killed by himself. The leader of the Iron Dragon Gang in the north didn't look like he was good at stubble, as if he was taller than the old eighteen kung fu. Only Gao Qide is easier to deal with, but he is by the side of Lao Eighteen. Fighting in such an alley, the other party has a blade, and it is difficult for one person to be the opponent of three people. What to do? Song Zheng was in a desperate situation for a while.

The three of them slowly approached, and the situation became more and more urgent. Both sides are full of momentum, and it is conceivable that as long as they do it, they will definitely be lightning and stone, and they will be sentenced to life and death.

Song Zheng knew that he couldn't be surrounded by these three people, otherwise, his life would not be saved. He slowly shrank back and retreated into the dead end he had just had. After the eighteenth found out that it was a dead end, he smiled cruelly, "This time, look where you are running, Qide, you go to Wenwu Street and call all the brothers under you, and I and Gang Leader Zhang are blocking him here." Gao Qide answered, turned and ran. Lao Eighteen and Zhang Gang Leader had a good time, and they stayed at the mouth of the alley.

This alley is more than one zhang wide and nearly twenty zhang deep, with houses on one side and walls on the other. The wall was one and a half feet high and could not be crossed. There is a family in the alley, at the bottom of the alley, the gate is closed, the iron lock is hanging high, and the iron lock is rusty. Song Zheng slowly retreated to the bottom of the alley. For the characters who can kill the old nine and the thirteenth, the old eighteen dare not be careless. However, at this time, Song Zheng was already in the dead place, and the eighteenth was not in a hurry to make a move, but sneered while touching the knife: "Boy, it's very ruthless!" Lao Tzu just a girl at your age, and when I killed her, my hands trembled for a long time. ”

The Zhang gang leader blew the tip of the iron drill in his hand, and said with a smile: "Eighteen masters, I am one step ahead of you in this kind of thing, I ran to the Cuihong Mansion when I was twelve years old, threw out ten taels of silver, and slept with the reddest girl for a night." However, I was not as chic as the seventh master, and I was beaten half to death by the old thing at home when I went back. ”

When this pair of beasts was talking about the "glorious history" unscrupulously, Song Zheng turned around suddenly, and the fish intestine sword slashed hard at the iron lock, clicked twice, and the iron lock broke in response, Song Zheng slammed the door hard, reflexively closed the door, and began to quickly insert the bolt.

When Song Zheng cut the iron lock, the two of them laughed, and when they saw the lock being cut, the two were shocked and angry. The old eighteen-one horse rushed over first, and the helper followed. As soon as Song Zheng inserted the first bolt of the door, a steel knife was inserted through the crack in the door. Song Zheng dodged sideways, and the steel knife passed through Song Zheng's ribs, piercing his clothes, and shocking him into a cold sweat on the spot. He slowly plugged the second deadbolt on, then went around to the other side and inserted the wooden tenon on the deadbolt.

During this period, the short blade was inserted into the crack of the door from time to time, accompanied by the roar of the old eighteen outside: "Little beast, you can't run." You wait, grandpa will catch you and will tear you to pieces. ”

Song Zheng ignored him, he stood behind the door, and when the old eighteen inserted the knife in again, he raised his sword and cut off the knife at once. The old eighteen was naturally even more angry and scolded again and again. (Ask for collections, ask for flowers, ask for comments, and ask for bricks)