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"It's like the moonlight white that our son-in-law lost!" someone here said slowly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even the two sides of the confrontation at the scene paid attention to it, temporarily put down their hostility, and saw if there was a chance to fish in troubled waters, a horse is not a big deal, but a horse like a demon beast, this has the qualifications to make people take risks.

"Your son-in-law's moonlight white, this is the frost that our family lost last month!" said someone else.

"You still have a white horse named Saixue, so you can make a pair!" someone in the crowd sneered.

"Everyone, this is what our Yan Zhao Sixia took a fancy to, and please give me a face!" The man in white who spoke in front of him saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly showed his identity.

Yan Zhao Four Heroes, of course, this is their own name, ordinary people call them Yan Zhao Four Evils, extremely vicious, do all kinds of evil, madness, do whatever they want is their most distinctive personality.

Three men and one woman, each of whom is famous in the rivers and lakes, and the man in white who speaks is called Pei Xuantong, known as impermanence in white.

Some people in the crowd looked through the moonlight, and their hearts were shocked, knowing that they had lost the qualification to meddle.

The rest of the people didn't take them seriously, and as soon as Pei Xuantong's voice fell, someone said loudly: "Yan Zhao Sixia, it's Yan Zhao Sixia, it's Yan Zhao Sixia, don't put gold on your face, say it and make people laugh, who doesn't know what kind of bird you are!"

sneered, and directly greeted Pei Xuantong and his three companions, what a grievance it should be.

"I don't know what my friend is called, please come out to see me, but you have a holiday with us?" Pei Xuantong no longer talked about the name of Yan Zhao Sixia.

"There is no festival, friends disdain, if you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, Yu Wenle!" The man in Tsing Yi stood up separately from the crowd, with two knives clearly blue and red behind his back, which attracted people's attention.

Yu Wenle, the wind and fire swordsman, is not yet thirty years old, his strength is already the peak of a martial artist, he has been walking in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, he is jealous and hateful, and he is so uneven.

Standing up at this moment, I can't get used to seeing so many people bullying Liu Zihong as a young man.

"You don't want this next Liangzi!" Pei Xuantong didn't speak, it was the evil-faced man next to him who spoke, and the scars on his face kept beating between the words, adding a bit of hideousness.

The evil-faced ghost king, Duan Laosan, Yan Zhao ranked third among the four evils, the earth warrior, and he was born with divine power, and the long knife in his hand was forged from stainless steel mixed with pure gold, and the total amount was sixty-two catties.

"It's hateful, Brother Luo didn't cut off your dog's head that day, so that the world has added a lot of grievances, even if Brother Luo is no longer today, I, Yu Wenle, will definitely make you blood splashed on the spot!"

Who knows, but there was a hearty laugh from the back of the crowd: "I don't need Brother Yu to do it for me today, Luo has been chasing these people for two years, today thanks to the unknown murderer, otherwise it will take more time!"

As he spoke, a person had already entered the air and landed straight in front of everyone, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and fluttering white clothes are definitely the male gods who have made countless women crazy, and he also has the unique perseverance of mature men, which makes it easy for people to feel good.

The person who came was the Luo brother in Yu Wenle's mouth, the original Luo Keren, known as the gentleman's sword in the rivers and lakes, was in his thirties, and was the young master of Luojiabao when he was young.

When he appeared in front of the world again, he was already a handsome boy in his twenties, cultivating both water and fire, and his skills were unpredictable.

When he first came out of the rivers and lakes, the first battle was to kill the base camp of the forces that slaughtered his family at the beginning, and after killing dozens of people, he was besieged by people and retreated.

In the next two years or so, Luo Keren killed all that force, not even the old and the young left, but no one in the rivers and lakes said anything, and no one could say that it was wrong to repay the grievances directly.

After taking revenge, Luo Keren was in a cheerful mood, his strength became more and more refined, and he walked the rivers and lakes to help him when he saw injustice, and he was anxious for justice and righteousness, and gradually attracted the name of the gentleman's sword.

Just standing there, his eyes fell on the Evil Face Ghost King, Duan Laosan's tall body couldn't help but take two steps back, and the back of his hand holding the hilt of the knife was bruised.

The white-clothed Impermanence and Pei Xuantong next to him took a step forward without a trace, blocking Duan Laosan behind him, and his face was gloomy: "Luo Keren, you have to be merciful and forgiving, you have already left this wound on my third brother's face, why do you have to kill them all, leaving no room for anything!"

"But someone has ever said that to you!" Luo Keren snorted coldly, his face full of evil anger.

Pei Xuantong was short of words in an instant, even if he could speak well, he couldn't help but admit that he had sat down, walking the rivers and lakes is exquisite, honesty and righteousness are fundamental, whether it is an evil demon or a righteous knight, they all attach great importance to their reputation.

Seeing the tension at the scene, someone immediately came out to play the round, a man in his fifties, his hair was mixed with some gray, and his face was ruddy and abnormal, without wrinkles.

"A few little friends, how about giving the old man a face, the old man is also kitsch today, if you want to get this white horse, how about talking about other things later?" Although the man was polite, he was full of confidence.

Sure enough, after Luo Keren took a few looks, a cold snort came from his nose: "Today, Senior Yu said so, I will temporarily send the head to you, and I will take it again in the future!"

Seeing that Luo Keren no longer spoke, Yu Wenle was not bored, not to mention that this old man was a famous monk of Zhao State, the deputy master of the Aoshuang Gate, and he was an ice martial artist, and it was rumored that the strength of the rivers and lakes was at least at the level of a general, and he was known as the Aoshuang Ice Lord and Yu Chengtian.

No one cares what Liu Zihong thinks, as long as they reach an agreement, an unknown junior is just a casual matter, and there will be no opposition.

Even if someone feels unbearable, they won't say half a word, as long as they show some emotions, they may stand opposite the public and be attacked.

If you are chivalrous and righteous, you have to save your life.

"In that case, then you will go down and talk about your grievances, now there is only one horse, and so many of us have to draw a way, otherwise whoever takes it will not be convinced!" The man who said earlier that his son-in-law had lost his horse stood up again and spoke.

"I don't know who your son-in-law is?" Yu Chengtian had a smile on his face, but he was already extremely angry in his heart, this person didn't talk about himself at all.

"The son of our family is the young pavilion master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, the younger brother of Dan Xuan, the disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and the son of Dan Ling!" the man said a few names with a smug face.

There was a gasp at the scene, and it was no secret that the Spirit Sword Pavilion climbed the high branches of the Hundred Flowers Valley and the Jade Emperor Temple, and it was no longer a secret in the rivers and lakes, and Dan Xuan was a disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and no one had to hide it.

Even Yu Chengtian, who came from the Aoshuang Ice Lord, didn't dare to offend, and the dissatisfaction in his heart had already disappeared without a trace: "Since it is the lost horse of the Dan Gongzi of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, there must be no mistake!"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]