When Hoshino was completely upside down, the edges of the mountains were already dimly bright, and a small amount of light was enough for someone to see the way out of town.

Xiaoqinglou and Lao Xiucai's house each had a letter in front of their doors, and the reason why the latter one did not stay in Lao Wei's house was because the two old men were illiterate.

There is one less small guy in Qingshan Town, and there are more young two-story martial artists in the rivers and lakes outside Qingshan Town.

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At the foot of Mt. Songfeng, sub-time.

The steward of the outer mountain patrols everywhere with his hands behind his back, and the lights are bright up and down the mountain and now at night, and there are hundreds of catties of fire oil consumed on this item every day, but those big men on the mountain are not stingy with these expenses, and he is still a steward who is still in pain.

Although the disciples of Songfeng Mountain claim to have 10,000 disciples to the outside world, in fact, counting the long and short jobs of the servants in the mountain gate, they are only six or seven thousand, but the people in the rivers and lakes are all good at this face, and they pay attention to making up a whole number, which is also better to hear.

This outer mountain steward who has been pampered in the gate of Songfeng Mountain for twenty or thirty years, even if he wears a jade-inlaid belt, his abdomen is still bulging out of a huge piece, swaying with the pace, it looks like he is about to give birth in September, who can see that this is still a third-story martial artist?

Therefore, it can be regarded as quite confident, and the steward of the outer mountain did not bring guards with him during his midnight patrol, although his body was fat, it only took an hour and a half to walk around the foot of Songfeng Mountain.

Walking like the wind for an hour and a half, he stretched out his fat palm with difficulty to carry the sweat-soaked silk shirt pasted on his thick back, and looked at the road in front of him.

Why don't you go back to the mountain and say that you are safe and sound with those difficult characters in the inner mountain?

Those Yanyulou masters are powerful, and with his status, he can also know a little bit about it, not to mention that now he has to add the six-story martial artist of Zhangjiagun in Qishan County.... It really can't be allowed for him to be negligent, including the mountain owner, the upper-level people of Songfeng Mountain, including the mountain owner, attach great importance to the fortification inside and outside the mountain gate, and there is more than half a month, so the disciples who have been severely punished and even expelled from the mountain gate are far more than the number of hands.

The steward of the outer mountain, who served as one of the top two fat vacancies on Songfeng Mountain, obviously did not want to be forced to retire at this age, not to mention that there was a promising one among the younger generations of his nephews, who was added by the mountain owner Gao Xuqing's eyes, and personally opened his mouth to send it into the inner mountain.

Thinking of this section, the steward of the outer mountain, who had already felt that he had little strength, gave birth to some strength in the ground, looked at the fire in the distance, and hurried away again.

Seeing that the light of the fire was becoming clearer and clearer in his vision, the pace of the steward of the outer mountain gradually slowed down, and his eyes were vigilant.

As the five senses of the martial artist climb the realm, they must always be more sensitive, and among the five senses of the outer mountain steward, smell is the director, as he gets closer and closer to the sentry card, the smell of blood that is still unpredictable becomes more and more serious, which is difficult to smell even the best hunting dogs domesticated by hunters.

In the tent that had been set up temporarily, after Qian Er Ye gently threw the last corpse with broken skulls into the shadow of the tent, he asked Zhang Wu, who was looking at the man's movements with all his attention, whether to quietly wipe him out or use the clothes of this Songfeng Mountain disciple on his body to get through the test.

Zhang Wu didn't rush to give an answer, except for the slightly slower movement before, this person didn't have any abnormal behavior, there are so many checkpoints at the foot of Songfeng Mountain, it would be difficult for everyone to know it.

However, Yu Cheng's crisp gesture dispelled Zhang Wu's luck thoughts, along the way, the five of them have quietly wiped out more than 30 disciples of Songfeng Mountain, and at this moment, it is not worth it to risk falling short with compassion for one person, and when this person enters this camp, it will be his death.

The wind was blowing slowly, if it weren't for this brightly lit tent, it would be really terrifying, the five people in the tent were wearing the clothes of the disciples of the outer mountains of Songfeng Mountain, either tight or loose, plus there was an old man like Zhang Wu with a white beard, he really didn't look like a disciple of Songfeng Mountain.

Before the obliteration of the six people stationed in this camp, even in Zhang Wu's opinion, there was no omission to be found, but the master of the Songfeng Mountain Hall was a little heavier, and he almost slapped off the human head with one palm, and the disciple of Songfeng Mountain also splashed blood from his mouth and nose, but he touched it in a moment....

Wrong!

Zhang Wu suddenly became nervous, this Songfeng Mountain man gradually approached, and the sweat-soaked shirt revealed that this person was in a posture of being a martial artist.

The rest of the people were also surprised to see Zhang Wu's reaction, but the martial arts realm was not low, and they all understood the current situation after a while, and their eyes were staggered, and they waited for the time to make a move.

If the three-story warrior knew that there would be three five-story warriors and two six-story warriors who were going to take his name later, he would probably feel a little proud that he was being treated so seriously.

Just wait for Zhang Wu's gesture, or if this person's action is slightly wrong, the people in the camp will approach the unlucky disciple of Songfeng Mountain within five moments.

Eighty-nine steps, eighty-seven steps, eighty-six steps....

Maybe you don't need to go out of this tent, just wait for this person to take a few steps forward.

Second Master Qian thought so, but when he looked at this Songfeng Mountain disciple again, he had already stopped, turned around abruptly and ran backwards, while groping for something from his arms.

"Not good. Zhang Wu, who couldn't care less about silence, roared, tore the oilcloth wrapped outside the camp tent, charged his right hand, and threw a shot.

The sound of the spear cracking the wind was particularly harsh in the silent night, and perhaps the man knew from the sound of the wind behind him that he could no longer dodge the spear thrown by the man, who was much higher than his own realm, so he gave up the intention of groping for objects from his bosom, and instead took a deep breath, intending to shout:

"Enemy.... Raid. ”

The roar did not have the effect he expected, and by the time the word came out, it had become a weak moan.

This person, who had served as the steward of the outer mountains in Songfeng Mountain for decades, still retained his loyalty to his sect at the last moment of his life, trying to find out that thing from his arms.

It's just that the next axe chopped off his head, and a person without a head, no matter how high the martial arts realm is, can't make any moves.

Zhang Wu walked three zhang in front of the headless corpse, pulled out the body in the soft soil under the mountain pine, and then still flew out three zhang away from the mountain gun, which was a foot deep into the ground, shaking off the mud and blood stains on the gun, and the gun was bright.

The five of them looked around, although the garrison at the foot of Songfeng Mountain was tight, the distance between the checkpoints was also half a mile, and these sounds sounded to those disciples outside Songfeng Mountain who had a low martial arts realm, and it was no different from being silent.

Then the five people did not cover the headless corpse and went straight to the mountain.