A light rain dripped on the dirt ground, and a team of horses rushed in from afar.

Yu Huaiyin, the leader of the horse gang, was leading the two hall masters under his command and escorting a young man towards the thatched house in front. Although it was said to be "on hold", in fact, the young man did not have any restraints on his body, and even rode a horse alone.

Yu Lu is Yu Huaiyin's righteous son, and he is also one of the hall masters of the Mabang branch, looking at the gray-clothed young man in front of him, recalling the words that his father-in-law said to him this morning, his heart was full of doubts.

Follow behind me, keep your distance, and if I fight him, you just need to make sure that you go back alive and report the news to the prince.

These are the words that Yu Huaiyin explained to the two strongest hall masters around him two hours ago, Yu Lu, the righteous son, and Liu Yufeng, the branch master of Wangliu City.

Therefore, there will be such a peculiar combination on this wide plain, judging from the dress, it is obviously the same horse team, led by a gray-clothed young man, next to him closely followed by an imposing old man, and half a mile behind them, two middle-aged men are following unhurriedly.

After arriving at the hut, the young man and the old man sat down one after another, and the two middle-aged men dismounted and stood, still maintaining a distance of half a mile.

Flapping the raindrops on his body, the young man broke the calm first: "Gang Master Yu, why do you have to be so protective of me, how about letting the two eldest brothers outside come in together to avoid the rain?"

The old man didn't say a word, but his eyes never left the young man for a moment.

The boy touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

The summer rain came and went quickly, and in less than half an hour, the sky had cleared, and the group continued on the road.

When the horses were far away, the thatched hut, which had been empty, suddenly shook, and soon collapsed to the ground, and two muddy five-foot dwarves emerged from the ground, talking about something......

"Gang Master Yu, do you say this is coming for you, or is it coming for me?" After riding for about a mile, the young man spoke to the old man on the side again.

What is surprising is that this time, the old man who had been nervous all the way actually showed a rare smile: "It's just a nail in the Dark Key Pavilion, it's useless to come, Qi Ling's little boy is getting more and more ignorant of the rules." ”

Between the words, there is a heroic momentum that looks down on the world.

is worthy of being Sheng Xin's number one master, the terrifying Dark Key Pavilion Master, in his eyes, he is a child, it seems that they have fought each other. The young man's mind is active, speculating about the relationship between the two legends.

"If it's for you, I won't interfere. Perhaps the mood also improved with the arrival of the clear sky, and the old man's words were obviously more.

The young man was a little speechless, unable to figure out the routine of this great grandmaster.

From Zhanma City to Wangliu City, you must pass through a small hill on the way, its name is Kunqiu, it is not more than dozens of zhang high, the horses can also easily cross it, there is a tea shop on the top of the hill, it is a must-come place for traders to rest on the way.

But today's Kunqiu doesn't seem to be much the same as ever.

The first person who discovered the abnormality was not the old man and the young man who walked in front, but Liu Yufeng, the branch master of Wangliucheng who often traveled between Wangliu and Zhanma.

At noon, it is the time when caravans travel most frequently to Kunqiu, and it is also the best time for the business of the Duanji tea shop on the top of Kunqiu.

But now, the group has approached the bottom of Kunqiu, but there is no one nearby, and even a few birds and beasts are difficult to see, thinking of the words that the gang leader explained to him in the early morning, Liu Yufeng's heart became more and more nervous.

The young man and the old man had already reached the top of the mound first, and there was only one person left in the tea shop on the mound that should have been noisy.

I saw a middle-aged scribe in a white robe, sitting at the table, leisurely drinking tea in his hand. The elegant tea cup exudes a burst of ancient charm, which is obviously not the thing of this mountain tea shop.

The young man looked at the white-shirted scribe curiously, but the old man took the first step to find a place to sit down, and said, "Qi Ling Doll, if you come to this young man, I won't interfere, and you will be allowed to fight alone." ”

The white-shirted scribe did not respond, not even looking at this side, gently rubbing the antiquities in his hands, as if he had been immersed in them.

didn't care about the other party's attitude, casually took a sip of the remaining tea in the cup in front of him, and the old man continued: "If it's coming for me, then do it early, I'll have to hurry in a while!"

Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, this old man didn't want to see himself, right?

In fact, Qin Sixteen was right, the old man really didn't like him. For Yu Huaiyin, a ruthless and capricious unstable factor like Qin Sixteen should not stay with King Li, after all, he didn't see the slightest loyalty in this young man.

But because of King Li's order, he didn't want to disobey the lord, so if the Dark Key Pavilion Master in front of him could help him kill this kid, then he would be happy to see it.

After a while, the two hall masters of the horse gang also followed, and when they saw the gang leader and the young man who had not yet left, they did not sit down, but stood aside and watched, a little confused.

After almost a cup of tea, the white-shirted scribe finally spoke: "I heard that there is a great master in Jungma City who is weak in the year of the crown, and I have come to see him today!"

The young man's heart chuckled, he really came to find himself.

The old man chuckled, took the teapot from the table next to him, and began to drink it to himself.

The white-shirted scribe was silent, and the scene fell silent again.

Qin Sixteen felt a little numb in his scalp, he couldn't bear to be bullied that day, burned the main hall of the horse gang, and fought with Yu Huaiyin, which had already spread all over the rivers and lakes.

In the process of fighting, his hood was also knocked off, not like when he was in the Xiao family, there would be someone to help him change his appearance when he went out, and Qin Sixteen, who was exposed under the noses of many horse gang members, could no longer hide his identity as a first-class master and great master.

"I don't know what the Qi Pavilion Lord has to teach you?" Feeling that Yu Huaiyin really wouldn't help him, Qin Sixteen could only take the initiative to stand up.

Seeing Qin Sixteen speak, the white-shirted scribe finally turned around, looked at Qin Sixteen's eyes, and wrote lightly: "Someone gave 100,000 taels of gold and came to my Secret Key Pavilion to buy your life." ”

Yu Huaiyin, who was drinking tea, squirted out a mouthful of water and laughed: "Ha...... Haha, what a big deal, Qin boy, you have offended a lot of people, hehe, you have to ask for more blessings today!"

Different from the indifference of their own gang leader, the two hall masters standing in the distance were already sweating at this moment, and the clothes on their backs were already soaked with sweat, and the person in front of them was actually the number one killer in the rivers and lakes, Qi Ling, the current pavilion master of the Dark Key Pavilion!

I knew with my toes that this was Qin Changsong's handwriting, 100,000 taels of gold, which should have been Qin Sixteen's wealth, but now it was used by the house slaves on the side to hire murderers to kill themselves.

Thinking of this, he recalled the more than ten years of humiliation that he had been controlled in the Qin family after his parents left, and the huge anger accumulated after being "killed" countless times suddenly gushed out from Qin Sixteen's heart, stimulating his eyes to redden, and his body was full of blood.

"Something interesting?" Seeing this, a wicked smile appeared on the white-shirted scribe's face: "It's a pity that you will still die." ”

Yu Huaiyin directly got up and walked to the side with the teapot, leaving enough space for the two great grandmasters, as for his two disciples, they were already cowering and hiding behind their own gang leader at this moment, what happened today was too exciting, and they couldn't react a little.

"Hahahahaha......" Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, Qin Sixteen began to laugh wildly, "You want to kill me?"

In fact, at the beginning, Qin Sixteen thought very simply, that is, to live. Although he inadvertently awakened a strange resurrection ability, which gave him some reliance on survival, his original intention has not changed, and he still lives.

As the blood light around his body became more and more prosperous, Qin Sixteen's unruly laughter continued: "Haha...... Hahaha, kill ...... Kill me?"

But as he became familiar with his abilities, he was afraid. I am afraid that I will fall into a siege, I am afraid that I will encounter a long battle, I am afraid that I will be crippled when I am resurrected, and I am afraid that I will step into an endless cycle of death......

With his ability and strength, his style of action became more and more timid!

Countless times I have felt my skin burned, countless times my internal organs shattered, countless times I have watched my body be pierced and torn apart......

For Qin Sixteen, all this happened not that he was immortal, but that life was worse than death!

"You said something interesting!" Qin Sixteen stopped laughing and looked at Qi Ling, who had already stood up, playfully.

After the blood light outside the young man's body was emitted to the extreme, it began to slowly converge and slowly returned to his body. In fact, sometimes, Qin Sixteen would also wonder if he died on the day he left the Heavenly Master's Mansion, would it be easier than now?

Unaffected in any way, Qi Ling lightly put down the ancient cup in his hand and wrote lightly: "Yes, I want to kill you." ”

"It's up to you?" exploded on the spot with a loud shout.

Leaving a phantom, Qin Sixteen held a short dagger in his hand, and swept out with a majestic and furious aura that he had never seen before.

"Kill you," the moment the sword light and the sword light met, Qin Sixteen's lips slid over the opponent's ear, and whispered, "I only need half an hour!"