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The old man who smoked a dry cigarette suddenly stood up, stretched his waist and said, "Why hasn't the person who asked us to come yet!"

Poor Xiucai glanced at the sky and continued: "The long night is coming to an end, and he must be coming soon." “

The bun seller said, "I'll take a look." “

I saw that he suddenly kept his hands and threw out all the buns in the cage, dozens of meat buns, one by one, straight up seven or eight feet high.

As soon as the hawker jumped up, he actually stood on this stack of meat buns in a golden rooster independent style, and he actually stood flat and steady, and the wind did not move. Not only is his hands fast and steady, but he can also be regarded as a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

Jin Yong's shop is the second shopkeeper, and the seller of steamed buns is the seller of steamed buns. In Gu Long's pen, whether it is a peddler or a prostitute, they are all hidden, they may be martial arts seniors who are tired of retiring to the mountains and forests, they may be the No. 1 killer of Tianzi, or they may be members of the mysterious organization of martial arts. Therefore, in Gu Long's pen, it is not easy to break into the rivers and lakes, even if the heroes are full of famous rivers and lakes, they may die in a small second-hand shop with no name.

Wang Chan looked at these uninvited guests in front of him and thought to himself.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the hawker shout, "Here!"

When this "coming" was called, everyone seemed to be in good spirits, and it was clear that the person who came was very prestigious. Wang Chan followed their gaze and looked up.

It was a bald old man.

A yellow miserable face, wearing a gray and simple coarse cloth peasant robe, said that it was not long, and it was not short, just covering the knees. Wearing white cloth socks and gray cloth shoes on his feet, he looked like an old man who had come from the countryside to the market.

But his eyes were shining, blazing, and majestic.

The strange thing is that these people in the courtyard were obviously waiting for him, but after he came, no one came to greet him, just silently made a way.

The bald old man looked around, and strode directly towards Wang Chan.

He didn't seem to be walking fast, but he took two steps and suddenly stepped across the courtyard and entered the door.

Fangcai's wine banquet broke up unhappily, and the wine and food on the table were all there.

The old man didn't say hello, he sat down directly opposite Wang Chan, lifted the wine jar on the ground and sniffed it, and said, "Good wine!"

Wang Chan raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with interest.

I saw that the bald old man didn't say anything, picked up the wine jar, and poured it down with a "grunt" to his mouth.

In an instant, half of the jar of wine was already in his stomach, and his yellow and miserable face suddenly became red, and the whole person seemed to have spirits, stretched out his sleeves and wiped his mouth and said, "It's really fucking strong." “

"The wine is indeed stronger, but the people are a little less meaningful. Wang Chan also raised his head and poured a breath, wiped his mouth, and looked at the old man and said.

Wang Chan knew him, this bald and earthy, foul-mouthed old man, was the one who had been famous for 30 years and shocked the heroes of Guanzhong Shanxi Yan with a pair of iron palms.

In any case, it is not easy for a person to be called a "hero", even if this old man does not have the appearance of a hero, but this is how it becomes more and more terrifying.

"You know me?"

Shanxi Yan stared at Wang Chan's eyes, his gaze was sharp, and after a while, the momentum dissipated, as if he had become that ordinary old man again.

"I saw Lu Xiaofeng when I came, and he told me about you. ”

"En?" Wang Chan didn't reply, because he knew that the other party still had something to say.

"The story of the sword behind you, to be precise. Shanxi Yan looked at Wang Chan's face carefully, trying to find some clues from it, but unfortunately, Wang Chan's annoying smiling face never changed.

"Are you afraid that Huo Tianqing will die at my hands?" Wang Chan put down the wine jug in his hand and directly made his words clear. For the twists and turns of Shanxi geese, Wang Chan was already a little impatient.

"Isn't the person who can force back the Ximen Blowing Snow not have this qualification?" Shanxi Yan had a smile on his face, his eyes were blazing, and he stared at Wang Chan and said.

"Huo Tianqing is my uncle, and he is also the only bloodline left in the world by my grandfather. Shanxi Yan paused, and then spoke.

"Actually, there is a question I have always wanted to ask, that is, Huo Tianqing is really the son of the old man of Tianyu?" A man who got married and had children at the age of seventy-seven is suspicious from any point of view.

Shanxi Yan looked at Wang Chan and said solemnly: "It's true, and he not only wants to continue the cigarette bloodline of the ancestor, but the only person who can inherit the "Heavenly Fowl Gate" Taoist system is also him, we are deeply favored by the master, even if we are broken, we must not let him be a little surprised, this truth you must also understand." “

Speaking of this, Shanxi Yanchang sighed and said, "So when he rises tomorrow morning, if he unfortunately dies, hundreds of people up and down our Heavenly Bird Gate will never survive." So we specially came to ask Gongzi to leave Shanxi. “

At this point, we have reached the end.

There are a total of ten people who came to stop Wang Chan tonight, except for the Guanzhong hero Shanxi Yan, the remaining nine people are also not simple.

The old monster who smoked dry tobacco and the old monster was Mr. Fan Da who used to break into the flying fish pond alone, sweep away a dry tobacco bag in Bada Village, and hit the thirty-six major points of the human body, seventy-two ****

Northwest Shuangxiu, Fan Jian is equally famous, and the poor sour talent is the only successor of "Finger Magic", Mr. Jian Er.

As for the poor and begging for food, Ye Langzhong, the vendor who sells steamed buns and vegetables, the merchant who sells pollen, plus the shopkeeper of this place, and Wang Fatzi, who is still selling noodles at the door, the seven people are sworn brothers, known as the "Seven Heroes of the Market", and some people call them Shanxi Qiyi.

The ten people in this line are all decent people, and they are all quite chivalrous. Now they not only threatened each other with their own lives, but also tied the lives of hundreds of people up and down the Sky Bird Gate to the same chariot as them.

And this chariot in the name of justice is about to run over Wang Chan.

In the eyes of the world, as long as Wang Chan says the word "no" at this time, it is a great crime. Compared with the lives of these heroes, personal honor and disgrace and martial arts dignity are nothing.

But in Wang Chan's eyes, this kind of behavior where everyone wants to make concessions for your nobility is called moral kidnapping. And he knows very well that after the moral kidnapping fails, this group of heroes will also slash the butcher knife in their hands at him, the difference is only that the bad guys only behead themselves, while they punish their hearts.

"What if I can't do without?" Wang Chan raised his head and looked at the group of heroes in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his face seemed to be smiling.

At this time, he was actually a little disappointed in his heart, very disappointed, something was gradually collapsing. (To be continued.) )