"So, what does Brother Zhang mean?" In the inn, Meng Yuan gently put down the cup and looked at the other party.

"The contemptible people are just a little curious about the reason why these two gangs are fighting each other this time." Zhang Xiaolin turned the wine glass in his hand and said nonchalantly.

"What's wrong, I heard that the relationship between these two gangs is not good in the first place?" Bai Qi said.

"Not really." Zhang Xiaolin said mysteriously: "I heard the news that the leader of the Tianxing Gang is dead. ”

"What, how did he die?" Guo Dalu shouted.

"Shhhh Zhang Xiaolin said.

"Zuo Youzheng died in the cinnabar palm."

"Killed by the Cinnabar Gang?"

"I didn't say that, but I can only say that this is the most likely." Zhang Xiaolin seems reluctant to continue on this issue.

"Also, these two gangs of people are fighting to the death, what do they have to do with me?" Meng Yuan smiled faintly, and as soon as the words fell, he heard a sound on the house, and the dust accumulated in the roof beams fell like rain.

"How can this be reasonable, and let people not have a meal."

Meng Yuan waved his sleeves, and a gentle wind swept out, pushing away the dust and preventing it from falling on the four people, which was obtained from the Liuyun Feizhi Kung Fu of the people on the big wood, but this hall was full of dust, and this meal could not be eaten, so the next moment, they saw four people.

"You guys are so unreasonable, I just played two games in that 'Happy Hall', you are so entangled, do you really want to fight to the death?"

The one who spoke was a young man with a very delicate face, and even some of them looked like a little girl, with big eyes, a small mouth, and a brocade hat on his head, and the beads on it were big and round, and they were worth a few dollars at a glance, and his clothes were originally very gorgeous, and they fit very well, but at this time they were in tatters, some were torn by hands and claws, and some were cut by swords, and some of the broken places could faintly see bloodstains, which looked red and gray. He wore a pair of shoes made of fine calfskin leather on his feet, handmade with some patterns.

His face was very cold at this time, with some unhealthy blue in his white, as if he had been poisoned, and the coldness in his eyes made people almost dare not stare at it.

"You're right, in these days, those who dare to step into the Hall of Happiness, except for the original people of the Cinnabar Gang and the Seven Star Gang, everyone else will die, and they will die." Opposite him, a young man in a brown power suit with a sword pinned to his waist smiled hesitantly, his eyes were full of blood and murderous aura, like a wolf with prey.

"Xiao Jin, I don't think your tongue is wanted."

As soon as the young man in brown laughed out, he heard a person behind him say coldly, and suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly as if he was choked.

It was a man in a green shirt who looked very weak, although he stood on the room, he gave people a sense of elegance and calmness, like a stroll among the flowers, walking calmly, with enough spare strength. He had a lifeless look on his face, but he had a pair of smart eyes, and he was clearly wearing a not very clever human skin mask.

And the real most noticeable thing is the knife he wears at his waist, this knife is only about two feet with a handle, the scabbard, the handle, the lines and the shape are very simple, and there is not the slightest dazzling decoration, the knife has not yet been unsheathed, and it is impossible to see whether it is sharp.

But when Meng Yuan saw this knife, his face changed suddenly, and on that knife, there was clearly a kind of murderous aura that made people scatter, it seemed to be a poisonous dragon, just squeezed in that ordinary scabbard, but ready at any time to strike that earth-shattering blow.

If this man in green shirt is quite eye-catching, then the last person is inconspicuous, he is so loose standing behind the two of them, he is obviously there, but he doesn't seem to be there, but if he is really when he is not there, he usually uses a special way to remind others of his existence.

"How are they?"

Rao is Mengyuan has experienced a hundred battles in his life, but when he saw the two people behind him, he couldn't help but have a little headache, and then looked at the eyes of the brocade boy, and he already had a little pity.

However, the flexible eyes of the man in the green shirt had already turned around and fell on Meng Yuan and the other four, and suddenly there was a crisp laugh.

"Why don't you continue to drink your wine and eat your food?" His voice was soft and long, but in the softness, there was a chill, just listening to it gave people goosebumps.

Meng Yuan sighed and said, "Because you guys are so noisy, the movement is too loud, so we can't drink or eat." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of Bai Qi and Guo Dalu, and then drew his sword.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

There were four almost inaudible sounds, and on the spine of the Huashan standard sword in his hand, there were already four more thin needles like cow hairs, each of which was deeply inserted into the sword body, and it was revealed on the other side.

"What a vicious secret weapon!"

The three of Bai Qi changed color, but before the three of them could do it, the man in the green shirt had already laughed again: "It's a pity, you could have died unconsciously without pain, and I could have fewer hands and feet, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?" ”

Bai Qi ignored it, just silently pulled out his sword, but Guo Dalu didn't have this kind of cultivation, so he shouted loudly and rushed forward.

As soon as he lifted his legs, he was pulled back, and it was Zhang Xiaolin who grabbed him, he just raised his hand, pinched his wrist, and pinched it gently, half of Guo Dalu's body was numb. ”

"What are you doing?" Guo Dalu shouted.

"He's saving you, if you rushed up just now, you'd be dead by now." Meng Yuan didn't turn his head, and said in a low voice, his eyes were not looking at the man in the green shirt, but at the last person, the hands, and the inconspicuous knife that came out of his hand at some point.

This knife, which was only made of mortal iron and was three inches and seven minutes long, was much more dangerous than the knife on the waist of the man in green shirt in Mengyuan's opinion.

"Brother Wu and Da Lu are going to help that son, Brother Zhang is dealing with that man in Tsing Yi, beware of his ** hidden weapon and that treasure knife, the last one is mine." Meng Yuan's words were quick and fast, and as soon as his words came out, the two sides had already shot at the same time.

The figure flickered, like a marquee, it seemed to be slow and fast, Guo Dalu always thought that his degree was not slow, but when he rushed to the young man in brocade, Bai Qi was already standing between him and the young man surnamed Jin, looking at each other with a long sword in his hand.

The murderous aura spread in an instant, and the fiery red eyes of the young man surnamed Jin met the white golden pupils, like flames, and the sun, a wild and impulsive rise from the depths of his heart, making him let out a low howl of excitement from the depths of his throat.

At the same time, there was also the white sun gangqi, and the body suddenly arched, like a fierce tiger violently exploded its hair, a fierce and fierce energy, crackling in the air.

The tiger descends the mountain, chooses people and eats them!

"Knort"

The sharp sword that the young man surnamed Jin stabbed forward and swung with the long sword that Bai Qi threw down with all his strength, and the blow was so heavy that the follow-up moves of the two couldn't be connected, and the strength that came out of the sword drew two staggered sword marks on the ground.

"Nice kid!"

"That's a lot of strength."

Almost at the same time, both of them made a movement, slamming their forefeet on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, each taking two steps back and drawing their swords again. This young man surnamed Jin is vicious and spicy, and the original yin and ruthless swordsmanship like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter all the way is like a poisonous dragon out of a hole, and the momentum and movement of the strange python turning over, and Bai Qi is carrying the heavy, clumsy, and big three-character trick in the big Sumeru swordsmanship, and the sword momentum is like a big wave sweeping the sand, and the thunder is swept over.

When Meng Yuan gave the order, the fastest rush out was not Bai Qi, but Zhang Xiaolin, or more precisely, the pair of iron galls in his hands, which were originally heavy iron galls, but when Zhang Xiaolin threw them, they became indescribably light.

This is a clever technique of lifting weights as lightly as weights, lifting lightly as heavy, this pair of iron galls, like a pair of butterflies, drew two obviously agile and arcy trajectories, and behind the iron gall, there are several figures that are not slower than iron galls.

People often use the word "galloping" to describe the degree of speed, and when they see Zhang Xiaolin's degree at this time, they will realize how appropriate this description is.

Between the two, the distance is only two or three zhang, and Zhang Xiaolin's pounce has already arrived in front of the green shirt, and then he came first, his hands reached out, and pressed on the two flying iron galls, and the two iron galls that had already fallen a little old suddenly changed direction, and this blow was to hit the key points everywhere.

This was almost an undodgeable blow, but the man in the green shirt fell down extremely directly, this action, he seemed to not know how many times he had practiced, so that at this moment, it was almost like instinct.

"Lazy donkey rolling!"

"Don't hit me!"

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