Not much.

The beggars helped the disciples step on the red and picturesque ground and walked towards Chen Jun's side.

Murong Fu looked at the figure in a daze, and said in his heart: "He is closing his eyes and recuperating, I'm afraid that he is recovering his internal strength, if I make a move, what chance do I have?" ”

He imagined it in his heart, but he suddenly skimmed over the hundreds of corpses in front of him, and the scene like the battlefield of Shura made him swallow his saliva secretly.

A sword, swinging, blood light soared into the sky.

Murong Fu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body was cold, even if he didn't realize it, he didn't even make a move at this moment.

That swordsmanship, that figure, I'm afraid it will become a nightmare for his life, if he does it in the future, he will definitely subconsciously think of this shadow engraved in his mind

Seeing that the beggar helped the disciples come forward, Murong Fu had great ambitions and was not far behind, so he took Wang Yuyan and the three daughters to the direction of Chen Jun.

The stumps and broken arms on the ground were still there, and women such as Wang Yuyan trembled at the tip of their hearts, not daring to look more, and walked more than 100 feet with slightly squinted eyes all the way.

And just now, this hundred-zhang distance was killed by Chen Jun with a sword.

Unconsciously, a figure in Tsing Yi holding a sword dissipated in Wang Yuyan's mind for a long time, the girl sighed, the white goose egg face welled up a little stunned, walked to the apricot forest tree, and looked blankly at the Tsing Yi man standing in the center.

She suddenly noticed that he had become different.

Originally, there were six or seven similar faces to my cousin, but now this kind of face gives people the feeling that they are not similar at all, and there is no half similarity.

His appearance is still that look, handsome, his face is like a crown of jade, the casual breeze in the forest blows, bringing up his clothes fluttering, indescribably handsome, his eyes look a little cold to outsiders, but she knows that this is a profound rationality, just like the feeling of knowing things when looking at natural flowers and plants.

He had large hands, holding a long sword with scarlet blood stains remaining, and stood on his crutches, a rare gesture; There was also a rare tiredness on his face, and above his head, the apricot trees were full of pink apricot blossoms, in this beautiful scene that should have been the moon before the flowers, but around him was a field full of corpses, and the strong contrast created an evil beauty.

The picture of the Shura battlefield was silent, and no one spoke loudly, only looking at Chen Jun.

And when Chen Jun put the sword into the sheath and no longer stood with the sword, the children at the bottom of the beggar gang were immediately overjoyed and knelt on the ground together: "Thank you Mr. Chen for saving your life, the beggar disciples remember it!" ”

The words of thanks were not even, and the hundreds of beggars and disciples seemed to be noisy as soon as they said it.

Chen Jun deserved this kneeling, he looked over, most of the low-level disciples in the beggar gang were grateful to him, and the high-level disciples of the beggar gang were only half grateful, and the rest of the characters such as Quan Guanqing could only pinch their noses and bow down to thank him.

He didn't want the beggars to remember his help, he just did it casually, and of course he wouldn't hypocritically deny his great kindness to the beggars.

Historically, when the gang dynasty was killed, it was always those insignificant bottoms who died, and the top always escaped a lot, and now it is the same, if Chen Jun does not make a move, the beggars will die, and many of the top will escape.

For the beggars, he just sympathizes with these low-level people, and what does it matter to him whether the others die or not.

Chen Jun said: "There is no need to thank you, if I have a need, I will send you." ”

Naturally, he wouldn't get mixed up in the future to the point where he needed this group of beggars to help the low-level disciples contribute, but he didn't want them to have any burden.

"If you need it, sir, just ask, so.... Certain... May I be driven by Mr. ”

Beggars kept saying their names, but a loud voice said: "Mr. Chen's rescue of the beggars in danger is commendable, but these cavalry will inevitably shoot too hard, at least the head will fall to the ground, and the heavy will be the corpse and die." ”

The group of beggars followed the sound and looked over, only to see a monk in the crowd with his hands folded, leaning over the corpse on the ground and chanting scriptures, compassionate, that person was the monk Zhiguang.

Chen Jun sneered in his heart, and did not reply, who would have thought that many beggars next to him would speak for him: "What a fake merciful monk, just now when my beggar gang encountered a life and death crisis, I didn't see you come to the rescue, and now that Mr. Chen has saved our lives, you have mercy on these tartars." ”

"A monk with fake compassion is a great monk in vain, get out!!"

"Get out, you're not welcome in our beggar gang."

The beggars looked at each other at a high level, and many low-level beggars were angry, and it was difficult to recover, at this time, a piece of bloody mud flew out of the air and was dodged by Monk Zhiguang.

But the next moment, dozens of mud flew out, and a few of them hit Zhiguang's robe, causing him to leave in embarrassment.

The matter of the apricot forest is coming to an end, and it is meaningless for Chen Jun to stay here, just as he stepped away, he was stopped by Murong Fu: "The head of the house is leaving?" ”

"What's the matter with you?"

Chen Jun turned around and looked at Murong Fu, he was familiar with the original work, he naturally knew what kind of goods this was, since he didn't even care about his self-esteem by his side, all he wanted was to use his hands to complete his ambition.

Murong Fu bowed and said respectfully: "The head of the family walks the rivers and lakes, and is tired of running around for the great cause of the free faction, and it is inevitable that he needs to be taken care of by someone along the way, and the sister Yu Yan is empathetic and delicate, although she can't help the head of the family to kill the enemy, but it is also okay to relieve your mind when you are tired, just like Yu Yan was there just now, it should help you." ”

He knew that he was just a discardable rag in Chen Jun's eyes, and he would throw it away when he ran out, but now that he saw his terrifying martial arts, the future of the Freedom Sect could be imagined.

He is often only better than Huaiyin Han Xin, with strong ambitions, and he is not discouraged when he encounters setbacks until he completes his goal, and for the sake of the great cause in his heart, it doesn't matter if a woman abandons it.

Nothing cannot be sacrificed to achieve the goal.

Originally, he wanted to send Ah Zhu or Ah Bi out, but the two of them were not as beautiful as their cousin Wang Yuyan, and they would give the best if they wanted to, so they seemed sincere.

Duan Yu on the side was shocked when he heard this, opened his mouth wide, and said angrily: "You bastard who sells your sister for glory, how can you do this." ”

Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and shook off Duan Yu's fingers on his shoulders, and said coldly: "This is my Gusu Murong family's family affairs, and it is not your turn to be taken care of by an outsider." ”

Duan Yu was furious, his body trembled, and he immediately turned his head to look at the stunning beauty beside him, only to see Wang Yuyan looking at Murong Fu with a gloomy look.

Chen Jun was also shocked by Murong Fu's ruthlessness, a thoughtful person like Murong naturally knew very well how he looked at him, but he did not hesitate to take a roundabout route in order to climb his relationship.

This kind of method, even if it is a hero, he will let down his guard for a while and take it for his own use, but Chen Jun knows that this is an anti-bone boy, and he will definitely have to clean him up when he runs out in the future.

"Miss Wang, don't promise him, he Murong Fu has no right to assign you, as long as you don't want to, I will go to Dali and ask my father to lead thousands of troops, and he Murong Fu will not dare to touch you at all."

Although Duan Yu is stupid, he is not stupid, and in his words, he only limits the contradiction between him and Murong Fu, and does not involve Chen Jun.

"I...."

Wang Yuyan raised her begonia spring-like face, her eyes were bright, the emotions in it were indescribable, she couldn't tell the truth, and bit her lower lip slightly:

"I would like to accompany Mr. Chen!"