Peng Wuwang woke up from one terrible nightmare after another, staring at the ceiling of the Washington guest room, quietly recalling the scene in his dream. Those scenes like Shura's hell appeared in front of me one by one. He dreamed that he had transformed into a bloodthirsty demon god, unstoppably slaughtering everyone he met. This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that he is obviously full of unbearable feelings, but a terrifying voice in his body drives him like a demon to keep killing, killing, killing. The blood he saw in his dreams had become streams, rivers and seas.

Peng Wuwang swallowed his saliva and struggled to get out of bed, when suddenly he found that he had seventeen or eighteen wounds on his body. He was shocked and rushed out, "Big brother, where is big brother? Fourth brother, fourth brother?"

This call, all at once, called into a room of people. The first two were Peng Wuxing and Hua Bufan, followed by a large group of people of all kinds who were strangely dressed and dressed in exquisite clothes. There are monks, monks who shave their heads, men who are in a hurry, merry scholars who are lupine and scarves, and a beautiful woman in red.

"Second brother, you finally woke up, this is great, my brother has long known that you are a hero who can't be killed." Hua Bufan was overjoyed, and his eyes couldn't help but fill with tears.

"Third brother, third brother!" Peng Wuxing rushed to Peng Wuwang's side and cried loudly, "Third brother, you have been in a coma for five days and five nights, and the younger brother thinks that he will never see you again!"

The large group of monks and laymen behind the two rushed into the room at once, and you said a word to me, some shouted Amitabha, some shouted good, some cheered loudly, and some couldn't wait to introduce themselves, not to mention that they didn't say anything and wanted to bow down. All of a sudden, the room was full of people's voices, making Peng Wuwang not know what to do.

Hua Bufan hurriedly said loudly, "Everyone, my second brother's injuries have recovered, please don't worry. I'm going to invite the famous doctor in Sichuan to come now, and if the second brother is fine, I'll go out of the hall to meet you." Everyone laughed, cheered, and walked out of the room laughing.

"Big brother, what's going on?" Peng asked in surprise.

"Second brother, no wonder you don't know, that day you took Hou Zaichun to Bashan and fought fiercely with the Seven Evils of Shushan, and Brother Wei was also on the mountain, but at that time, Brother Wei and his comrades-in-arms who went with him were surrounded by three hundred strong bows and crossbowmen in the wing room of Shushan Juyi Hall, and their lives were on the verge of death." Hua Bufan said with a smile, "You killed the three evils, defeated the Shushan army, and saved the lives of me and others, but you fell to the ground in a coma, and you didn't know when we rushed out. The people you saw just now are all first-class masters of the Bashu Martial Arts White Dao, and they are also the dozens of lives you have saved."

Peng Wuxing shouted angrily: "Third brother, this is your fault, you want to go to Bashan, why don't you call the younger brother to go, but call Hou Ada, let him watch so many good shows in vain, but let me not see one." Uncle Situ's revenge, I also want to avenge it!"

Peng Wuwang's face changed: "When did I go to Bashan?"

Hua Bufan and Peng Wuxing glanced at each other and said in unison, "Five days ago."

Peng Wuwang exclaimed, "I, I've been drunk for five days?"

Hua Bufan hurriedly said, "Second brother, where are you drunk, you are seriously injured, and it is because of the wind poison in the wound that you have been in a coma for so long."

Peng Wuwang closed his eyes tightly, slowly recalled some episodes from five days ago, and said suddenly, "So, it wasn't a dream, it was my reckless behavior after I got drunk."

Peng Wuxing laughed and said: "Third brother, where is this reckless, this is the number one heroic act in the world, and now in the streets and alleys of Bashu Chengdu, where is the heroic deeds of the third brother fighting the Seven Evils of Shushan."

Peng Wuwang held his head hard, muttered for a long time, and suddenly asked, "How many people have I killed?"

Hua Bufan was stunned for a moment and said, "I heard Tonghu Hou Zaichun say, when you went up the mountain, you fought seventeen bloody battles, killed more than 200 people in the village, killed 41 masters of the village, and killed 29 deputy generals of the Liang Guarding Mountain, and killed the three evils of Shushan."

Peng Wuwang's heart pounded, and he asked nervously, "But should they all be killed?"

Hua Bufan laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Second brother, these people are all evil, they do everything except good things, do you think they should be killed?"

Peng Wuwang finally showed a relieved smile on his face: "So, although the junior brother was drunk, he didn't kill anyone."

Peng Wuxing also laughed and said, "What do I have to worry about being the third brother, I see." He turned to Hua Bufan and said, "My third brother didn't dare to drink because he was afraid of acting recklessly after drinking, and now it seems that there is nothing to worry about."

Hua Bufan laughed and said, "Drinking like this can sweep away the traitors in the world, you should drink more."

Peng Wuwang laughed a few times awkwardly, but he knew in his heart that every time he was drunk, he felt his blood surging wildly, and he wanted to go wild.

At this time, several famous doctors in central Sichuan who were hired by Hua Bufan walked into the room and carefully examined Peng Wuwang's injuries.

"How?" Hua Bufan asked nervously.

A famous doctor raised his head and smiled, "Peng Shaoxia's strong physique is really the only one I have ever seen in my life. It's hard to imagine how quickly the injuries caused by these poisoned nails heal so quickly."

Another doctor said with a smile: "The sword wounds on Peng Shaoxia's legs are mostly healed, and although it takes more than ten days of recuperation, there is no major problem."

Hua Bufan and Peng Wuxing cheered together, and Hua Bufan said excitedly, "This is really blessed by God." He turned to several doctors and said, "You have worked hard these days, I have prepared the gift money, and I will let the junior disciples personally send it to your family."

The doctors laughed at the same time, and one of them said, "Hua Gongzi is polite, being able to treat Peng Shaoxia's injuries is the luck of my three lives, how can I ask for any medical fees." Even if we can agree, I'm afraid those ordinary people of Bashu will poke our backbones to pieces." As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.

After seeing off a few doctors, Hua Bufan and Peng Wuxing supported Peng Wuwang with confidence, walked out of the guest room, and came to the lobby of Huanhuazhuang.

Above the lobby, the high friends are full, Daxue Mountain, Emei, Qingcheng, Bashan, and all the masters of the Huanhua Sword Sect are here. There are also Li Hangang among the seven sons of martial arts, Yue Tangwei. Hong Sixue, the world's largest gang leader, is also among them.

When Peng Wuwang appeared in the lobby of Washington, everyone who could stand up stood up. Li Hangang and Yue Tangwei were still seriously injured and it was difficult to stand up, but they both stepped forward and bowed their hands, looking excited.

"Peng Shaoxia!" "Peng Yingying!" "Brother Peng!" The voices are endless.

Peng Wuwang was at a loss, and he was sincerely frightened, not knowing how to respond.

"Second brother! Let me introduce them one by one." Hua Bufan smiled and took Peng Wuwang's hand, came to Li Hangang, and said, "Second brother, this is Li Hangang, one of the seven sons of martial arts."

Peng Wuwang arched his hand and said, "Li Gongzi, look up for a long time."

Li Hangang struggled to lean forward and said, "Peng Shaoxia, the grace of Shushan to relieve the siege is unforgettable."

Peng Wuwang hurriedly said, "Li Gongzi is polite, that day coincided with his meeting, it was purely a coincidence, please don't take it to heart."

At this time, Yue Tang Wei stepped forward and saluted, "Where did Brother Peng say it, the grace of life is remembered in his heart, how can he forget it."

Peng Wuwang glanced at Hua Bufan. Hua Bufan said: "This is Yue Tangwei, the founder of the mountain."

Peng Wuwang hurriedly said: "It turned out to be the son of Yue, who was not talented and couldn't speak, but in the Shu Mountain, I risked my life to break into the village, but I didn't expect everyone to be on the mountain. You say I saved you, and I'm going to say you saved me." This sentence immediately made everyone around laugh.

Yue Tangwei stretched out his fingers and said with a smile: "Brother Peng is funny, but although you fainted to the ground after killing Yue Shuaikong, the miscellaneous pieces of Shu Cottage were all frightened by you, and only Hou Zaichun under your command can save you from the mountain, and we are completely irrelevant." But without you, we'd be doomed to these thieves."

Peng Wuwang blushed, touched his head and couldn't speak.

This is Hua Bufan has led the people of Qingcheng, Emei, Daxue Mountain, and Bashan to come closer. As soon as the sword fell, the seven geese bowed to their heads and said loudly, "The blood feud between my mentor Heavenly Peerless Dao Master and my faction of more than 70 lives can be avenged today, thanks to Peng Yingying. From now on, I will send 279 men to the dispatch of Peng Yingying to go to the soup and the fire."

Peng Wuwang was taken aback: "The seniors are serious, they are serious."

Both intermittent bowels are born and said loudly: "More than 100 people from my Qingcheng faction feel Brother Peng's great kindness, just like Brother Zuo said, if Brother Peng sends anything in the future, as long as you send me a message, you will never give up."

The masters of Emei stepped forward at the same time and said in unison, "The great revenge of the teacher can be avenged, thanks to Peng Yingying. In the future, if there is a send, let it go in the fire and in the water."

Wan Dianxing, the master of the Great Snow Mountain, also stepped forward and arched his hand: "The blood feud of the former head of my Great Snow Mountain has finally been snowed, Peng Shaoxia really has the grace of reinventing my faction, I am not talented, I dare not use this faction as a guarantee, but if Shaoxia wants to find someone to use, as long as a message goes up the mountain, I Wan Mou will fight for my life, and I will do it for you."

Peng Wuwang gave up his hand again and again, his mouth no longer knew what to say, and a few fine sweats flowed from the corners of his forehead. Suddenly, he straightened his chest and said loudly, "Seniors, I, Peng Wuxu, am fortunate to fight side by side with all of you and destroy the Shu Cottage. If I were alone, I wouldn't have been able to do that. And I and Shu Shanzhai have a deep enmity like the sea, and we must revenge. From this point of view, it can be said that all the seniors helped me destroy the Seven Evils of Bashan. It's not that I'm helping you. Therefore, the matter of repaying the favor is never dared to be done. Treat me to a big meal, that's fine."

Everyone was amused by his words, and the leaders said, "Good idea. When Brother Peng first arrived in Bashu, we should do our best to be landlords."

At this time, Hua Bufan led Hong Sixue to Peng Wuwang and said with a smile, "Second brother, do you know who she is?"

Peng Wuwang's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "Hey, it's you, why are you here too?"

Hua Bufan exclaimed, "Second brother, do you recognize?"

Hong Sixue smiled: "Master Hua, I do have a relationship with Brother Peng."

Peng Wuwang looked at her in a daze, recalling the scene when he first met the little red eagle Hong Sixue, at that time, the eldest brother and the second brother had not yet been killed, and his bodyguard was successful, and he was in high spirits, and he was rushing to the aid of the skilled craftsman Li Yu with the fourth brother. At that time, he was so carefree that he seemed to be about to fly to the sky, and Peng Wuxing was even suffering from gains and losses for a small glass mirror. Now, although only a few months have passed, it is like a mulberry field turning into a sea, and his life has been turned upside down, and he is no longer in the past.

At this time, Peng Wuxing said softly beside him, "Third brother, third brother, what's wrong?"

Peng Wuwang Huo Ran came back to his senses and said in a trembling voice, "Red girl, it's been a long time."

"Brother Peng, thank you for your help, so that I can rescue Uncle Li in the Shushan Torture Hall." Hong Sixue stroked the hair on her sideburns and said with a smile.

"Senior Li? How could he be in Bashan? How is Senior Li?" Peng Wuwang asked eagerly.

"Fortunately, Zhuang Punishment has not yet had time to torture him. He's okay with his old man. It's a long story." Hong Sixue said lightly.

Peng didn't want to see her like this, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He glanced at Peng Wuxing, and suddenly asked, "Where is Hou Zaichun?"

These few days are the most anxious and proud times for Hou Zaichun. Anxious, Peng Shao didn't know if he could wake up. Proudly, Peng Wuwang bravely entered Bashan, and every detail was in his eyes, so he naturally became the darling of everyone. Not only did the dart masters up and down the dart board constantly surround him every day to ask this and that, but even the fourth young master Peng and the predecessors of the Bashu major sects, martial arts masters, kept asking him about Peng Wuwang's journey into the mountain. He was clumsy and ill-articulated, but everyone listened to every word he spoke with relish, an honor he had never had in his life. What surprised him even more was that many people regarded him as an idol to worship, because he was the only one in the entire Bashu who had the courage to have the opportunity to fight the dart flag for Peng Wuwang. This kind of thing, there is no guts, who dares to do it?

When he came back from Bashan, Hou Zaichun walked in the streets and alleys, and there would always be people who recognized him and called his name loudly, and then the people of Bashu would pull him home without saying anything, either to serve him with wine and food, or to give him generous gifts. Hou Zaichun has been living in a dream these days, walking in the clouds.

When Peng Wuwang walked to the Huanhuazhuang compound to find him, he was clumsily talking to a large group of Huanhua disciples and Peng Men's subordinates about Peng Wuwang's heroic deeds of killing the twenty-nine Liang Dynasty generals in the Shu Cottage. Although, he stammered, but because the plot was so thrilling, everyone listened stupidly. In the end, Hou Zaichun talked about how he fought hard behind Peng Wuwang, how he fought with Peng Wuwang in a bloody battle, and narrowly escaped his life, everyone looked at him, they all didn't believe it, they just laughed.

At this time, Peng Wuwang saw Hou Zaichun at a glance, and countless memories of blood and fire poured into his mind like a stream, he only felt his eyes sour, and said in a dumb voice, "Zaichun!"

Hou Zaichun turned his head abruptly, and found that the young dart head he respected as the god was behind him, and he was so excited that he burst into tears: "Young dart, you are good!"

"In the spring! You!" Peng Wuwang was excited, rushed forward and hugged Hou Zaichun tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "It's great that you're still alive."

Hou Zaichun couldn't stand it, tears and snot welled up together, and he choked up and said, "Young dart!" The people around didn't believe Hou Zaichun's words, but when they saw this scene at this time, where were they still suspicious, and they wept one by one.