The old man was gray-haired, thin and small, standing in front of a richly carved carriage, but he was Xiahou Xing's coachman.

He stared at Xiahou Xing's corpse, his thin body trembled uncontrollably, and his black and dry face actually showed a little pale.

The old man trembled, but not because he was afraid, and said miserably: "Why do you have to kill him?" ”

Wang said: "Because he shot at me!" ”

The old man's face became even more ugly: "Someone shoots at you, and you are going to kill him?" ”

Wang Dong smiled: "That's not necessarily, if you meet me in a good mood, you may not be able to let people go, his luck is too bad." ”

The old man stopped talking, walked to Xiahou Xing's corpse in silence, and hugged him.

Although Xiahou Xing's figure is not burly, he is also extremely strong, but this old man is shriveled, like a bamboo pole, which will be blown down by a gust of wind at any time, but when he picked up Xiahou Xing, it seemed to be effortless.

Some of the sharp-eyed warriors present looked at the old man, and their expressions couldn't help but change slightly.

The old man carried Xiahou Xing's body into the carriage, and a coquettish cry suddenly came out of the carriage, and a fiery red shadow rushed out.

This is a beautiful woman who looks gentle and virtuous and looks at Xiahou Xing in surprise, her eyes widening: "He...... What happened to him? ”

The old man glanced at her indifferently and said coldly, "Can't you see that he is dead." ”

"Of course I can see it, it's just ......." The beautiful woman hesitated, as if she had been frightened by the old man's attitude.

The old man carefully put Xiahou Xing's body into the carriage, then turned to look at the beautiful woman, and suddenly asked, "You are the eldest young grandmother of Hongyun Valley." Xiahou Xing's wife? ”

This phrase is, of course, nonsense. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Xiahou Xing has a beautiful and virtuous wife, Xue Keren. The beautiful woman in front of her is exactly what her name suggests, and she is indeed a lovely person.

Xue Keren looked sad and said, "I am naturally Xiahou Xing's wife. ”

"Good." The old man nodded indifferently, without the slightest expression on his face, and said lightly: "Now that your husband is dead, as his wife, should you also do something?" ”

Xue Keren sighed softly and weakly: "I also want to avenge him, but my martial arts are not proficient-!" ”

"Why do you need to avenge him?" The old man interrupted her coldly. His gaze suddenly became as sharp as a knife: "I just want you to accompany him." ”

Xue Keren's face turned pale, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... You asked me to accompany him? ”

"Yes, since you and him are husband and wife, you should naturally be born together and die together. As a wife, how can you bear your husband to go on the road alone, endure the loneliness and loneliness on the Yellow Spring Road? ”

Xue Keren was so frightened that she staggered backwards and fell straight towards the frame, but a large, wizened hand grabbed her. In an instant, she was paralyzed, and the old man stared at her. He said indifferently: "The eldest young master cherishes you like a treasure, and can't bear to hurt you in the slightest, don't worry, I will definitely shoot very lightly and quickly, and I will never damage your appearance at all." ”

Xue Keren was about to plead, but the old man had already made a lightning move, cutting off her vitality in an instant, she didn't even have time to say a word, and her soul had already returned to Huangquan.

The old man hugged Xue Keren's body to Xiahou Xing's side again, his eyes fell on Xiahou Xing, and he was indescribably soft, and muttered: "Others think that you are a loving couple, but you and I both know that this woman is a slut, no matter how much you love her and how good you are to her, she will always run away as soon as she seizes the opportunity, which makes it difficult for you to sleep day and night, fortunately, you don't have to worry about her running away in the future!" ”

The old man patted the horse pulling the cart, this horse may not be a good horse, but it is definitely the most suitable horse for pulling the cart, and it is an old horse.

The old horse knew the way, and slowly pulled the carriage away under the old man's pat, although the speed was not fast, but it could definitely reach the Red Cloud Valley.

At the same time, the old man finally turned to face Wang Dong and walked slowly towards him.

Every step he took was no more, no less, the average size, as he walked, his cowering body had gradually straightened, his back was like a javelin, like a long sword out of the sheath, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

A series of crackling and popping sounds sounded, actually coming from the old man's shriveled and thin body, and at first it was a dense sound like fried beans, which exploded one after another. In the blink of an eye, the sound faintly turned into a muffled thunder sound, as if there was a thunder sound rolling in the old man's body.

In just two or three breaths, the old man's thin and shriveled body underwent a jaw-dropping change, the dry skin suddenly became shiny, the thin torso swelled violently, and the muscles on the body were as hard as steel, knotted like a dragon!

In full view of everyone, he suddenly changed from a cowering thin old coachman to a nine-foot-tall and majestic tower giant.

Looking at the amazing changes in this scene, the martial artists couldn't help but gasp, although their martial arts are strong and weak, but the most basic eyesight is still there, this 'old man' is simply terrifying to the extreme, as if he has reached the peak of the realm.

And looking at the lingering energy around the 'old man', full of strength and majestic, it is obvious that his internal strength has also reached the realm of transformation.

This is a master who has reached the top of the world in both internal and external skills!

How could such a rare master in the world succumb to slavery and become Xiahou Xing's chauffeur?

"Xiahou Feishan! Sure enough, it was him! ”

"Yes, he is Xiahou Feishan, and he really didn't die?"

Someone in the crowd finally recognized the identity of the 'old man', and a series of exclamations immediately rang out.

Thirty years ago, the strongest master in Hongyun Valley was not the contemporary owner Xiahou Chongshan, but his younger brother Xiahou Feishan, but just when Xiahou Feishan was the most famous and the most popular, and he was almost about to overwhelm Xiahou Chongshan to win the position of the owner, he suddenly disappeared.

Since then, Xiahou Feishan's life and death are unknown, and Hongyun Valley has not given any response, but there are some rumors on the rivers and lakes.

The struggle for power, the wall between brothers, the secret relationship between uncles and sisters-in-law, a momentary misstep, a hundred years of resentment!

And now it seems that this may not be a rumor, if it weren't for Xiahou Feishan to make such an irreparable mistake, how could he miss the position of the head of the family, how could he be willing to succumb to slavery and let Xiahou Xing call him?

There is only one possibility, that is, Xiahou Xing is his biological son.

Xiahou Feishan stopped abruptly and stood opposite Wang Dong, the two of them were separated by thirteen steps, not a single point, not a little more!

Xiahou Feishan didn't see the slightest hatred on his face, but said lightly: "The name of the Sword King is like thunder, but it's a pity that when I was famous all over the world, I was still young, and after I became a martial artist, I had already gone into hiding, and I couldn't learn the Sword King, which was a big regret in my life, but fortunately, I could finally get what I wanted." (To be continued......)