Thin Monkey and Mei Lao can be said to be the two most important in everyone's lives, many female disciples have already shed tears on the road, and after seeing the tragic death of the master, several of them almost fainted.

They came back prepared, especially the sturdiest elder brother, who still had a wooden stick in his hand, thinking that this wood would come in handy if they encountered an accident.

At this time, the senior brother was like a demon returning from hell, and with an indescribable look, he glanced at everyone present, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of the enemy in his bones, if his eyes were lethal, his eyes were enough to kill countless times.

After seeing it, Ning Qian was surprised at first, and then vicious, his eyes emitted a fierce light, and he was not afraid of the person's eyes, but looked at him.

Ning Qian, who had done a good job of investigation in advance, of course knew that these people were the disciples of Mei Lao's opera troupe, his eyes were mocking, and he said to them: "Even if you are here, you can still collect the body of your master." ”

Immediately a burst of laughter erupted, for Ning Qian, there was nothing more enjoyable in the world than this.

What if the martial artist of Baiyuntang didn't come, it was just a matter of time, the important thing was that someone could understand his pain, and this pleasure was even no less than what he felt when he was old.

The senior brother of the opera troupe crunched his joints, he only wanted to crush Ning Qian, a brute, now, but the only reason left in his brain restricted his actions.

He is not alone, there are still the juniors and sisters of this opera troupe behind him, if he comes forward to die, what will those disciples do?

Such thinking is indeed far beyond his peers, which is why Mei Lao chose this person as his senior brother in the first place. If he can't convince the public and can't take responsibility, he won't even blink an eye if he changes to a senior brother, Mei Lao.

This person is indeed good, but Ning Qian will not appreciate it, he holds a long knife in his hand, "Since you have come, why don't I give you a ride, so that your master and apprentice are neatly organized, and there is a companion on the Huangquan Road!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several female disciples collapsed on the spot, struggling with the restraints of the people around them, eager to rush forward and tear this demon apart.

For Ning Qian, the more Mei Lao's disciples hated him, the more excited he became.

Ning Qian, who was holding a knife in his hand, didn't talk nonsense, since he had made a start today, he was going to kill!

He had the upper hand against that kid in white, and he would rather not believe that there could be anything wrong with slaughtering these ordinary people.

Ning Qian, whose true qi was running, was like an arrow shot from a bow and crossbow, and he jumped out of place at once.

In a few breaths, he came to the front of the group of people in the troupe, and before they could react, Ning Qian had already stabbed his waist and slashed at the senior brother standing at the front.

As long as this knife is implemented, that senior brother will definitely be cut in half!

The lion fights the rabbit, and it must also be used with all its strength. After the battle with Ye Liancheng, Ning Qian was afraid that something would go wrong again, so he made such a ruthless move as soon as he came up.

The people in the troupe really didn't react, their pupils were constantly dilated, and in Ning Qian's eyes, they were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

At this moment, there was a whistling sound in the distance, as if something was rushing here at a rapid speed.

Knowing that someone was meddling, Ning Qian's heart was crossed, and he didn't have a hand knife, but instead urged the increased strength of his true qi, he would kill this group of people today.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the big knife was about to fall on the senior brother of the troupe, the spear landed on the blade with unmistakable accuracy.

Ning Qian, who was angry in his heart, was about to look up to see who was so bold, and when he rushed to ruin his good deeds, a huge force came from his chest, and then he flew out with black eyes.

It turned out that it was none other than Shamiyoi on a black horse!

After a few days of training, the improvised black horse became more obedient, and under his manipulation, he first rushed all the way into the bar, and then came behind the troupe.

The moment he threw his spear, the black horse jumped up, stepped over the disciples of the troupe who had not yet reacted, and kicked Ning Qian's chest with his front hooves, and the huge force directly kicked him out.

Hold on to the reins, at this moment, the back of the armored Shamisheng is so upright in the eyes of everyone in the troupe, controlling the black horse to pace in place, ready to launch the next attack at any time.

Yaqi's silent hook bar sounded Shamisheng's hoarse voice: "Dare to do something to the people of Da Zhou, you are really bold." ”

To put it succinctly, as a soldier who came down from the battlefield, Shamisheng can't tolerate a single sand in his eyes, these arrogant and domineering warriors are the thorn in his side, and he must pull them all out today!

Ning Qian, who flew out upside down, stabilized his body in the air, and Ning Qian, who was kicked by the black horse, only felt that all his internal organs were displaced, and he was almost about to spurt out a mouthful of blood when the blood was tumbling in his chest.

But so many people under his command saw it, if he showed such an embarrassed appearance, wouldn't he have reduced his arrogance, and his momentum would be inferior to others, how would he fight next?

If this black horse was replaced by the cloud-stepping horse ridden by the three distinguished guests, Ning Qian estimated that half of his life was gone, and the strength of the horse mixed with the blood of the demon beast was extraordinary, even if he was a martial artist of the Second Realm, it would be difficult to resist.

It stands to reason that this guy shouldn't have come here, at least not so soon.

When he was puzzled, Ning Qian saw the senior brother of the drama troupe with luck in his eyes, and instantly understood in his heart that it was this group of guys who reported to the official before coming.

"I didn't expect that you could kill that strong man with such a good character. Shamisheng said indifferently, he obviously noticed Mei Lao's corpse in the corner.

When he was on the street, the old man could block one of his spears with only a peanut, and now it is too suspicious to die in the hands of such a thing in front of him.

After a person of Shamisheng's temperament said this, he couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that there is someone else who killed him?"

Ning Qian seemed to be insulted, his face turned red, and he said to Sha Misheng, "I killed it!"

Shamisheng, who got the answer, nodded, and although the answer was unexpected, he still accepted it calmly. Just like on the battlefield, the most worthless person is the dead, after the person dies, there is nothing, how strong he was when he was alive before, how rich and powerful, what use can he have?

Picking up the spear on the ground, Shamisheng moved his lower neck, "Die!"