Han Feng didn't know how long he had been standing, and then he heard a sigh in his ear, and then Zhan Kang, who had changed into his usual clothes, spoke: "My brother is very scared of the two of them. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"King Yue and you?" Han Feng asked.

"No, it's my father and his master. Zhan Kang's right hand tapped on the blue-gray battlements of the wall, and continued, "So whatever the two of them say, he listens. ”

"I remember when he was a child, my father told him to respect my brother, never rebel, and to protect me well. I think that perhaps for his younger sister, his master had a similar instruction. ”

Zhan Kang didn't continue, but Han Feng knew what he meant: Because of this, Zhan Fan went without hesitation, and Ouyang Xiaomei replied as a matter of course. In a way, Zhan Fan may be a poor man. Isn't there a need for anyone to worry about their safety if their kung fu is high?

Zhan Kang seemed to see through Han Feng's thoughts, and he said, "Maybe you think I'm a cold-blooded brother, so it's better for you to care about him." But if you're the most survivable person I've ever seen, then my brother is the third. ”

Han Feng was stunned: "Who is the second one?"

Zhan Kang smiled and said, "You know each other too." ”

Han Feng thought back to the people of the Jiang Xing Gang and asked, "You will never tell me that it is Yin Jiu." ”

Zhan Kang smiled: "Of course not, Yin Jiu is far from being famous." But I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot him. He raised his chin slightly, motioning for Han Feng to look into the distance.

There were a few scattered homeless people walking on the official road, one of them carrying a burden the size of a person, with a bitter face on his face, and he was struggling to walk.

That's the sixth child of the Jiang Xing gang - the bitter word face is "hard".

Only then did Han Feng remember that there was also this top-level meticulous "Xin Liu" in the gang, he secretly sighed and was ashamed, thinking to himself how virtuous he could be ranked on the head of the sixth brother. However, his attention was not all on Xin Liu at this time, because Xin Liu's right hand was holding the burden behind him, but he was carrying a sword in his left hand - it was an ordinary iron sword.

No matter how ordinary an iron sword is, if the user is not ordinary, then it will also be "plated" with a layer of brilliance. And this iron sword had such brilliance in Han Feng's eyes - he recognized that this was Zhan Fan's sword.

In order not to expose Xin Liu's identity, Zhan Kang and Han Feng endured the doubts in their hearts, patiently waited for him to move into the gate of Qinghe City step by step, and saw him find an inconspicuous inn on the street, and only after he rested at the inn for an hour, he waited at the hexagonal pavilion behind the inn.

And so on, until midnight.

Han Feng and Zhan Kang sat opposite each other in the pavilion at midnight, sitting for a long time, even the two of them felt awkward, and just when Han Feng felt that he should persuade Zhan Kang to go back to the barracks to find Meng Xianxian, there was finally movement outside the pavilion.

Xin Liu slowly walked into the pavilion with his baggage. He placed the burden on the table in the center of the pavilion, the stone table was visibly off, and he slowly untied the knot in the bag.

In the baggage is really Zhan Fan, who is snoring and sleeping soundly.

Han Feng and Zhan Kang both breathed a sigh of relief, Zhan Kang was more familiar with Xin Liu after all, so he arched his hand to him and said, "Sixth brother, thank you." ”

Since Zhan Kang's posture was "Ye Si", Xin Liu naturally pretended to be confused. He smiled and patted Zhan Fan's head and said, "Fourth, old, you know that it is inconvenient for me to stay in Jiangnan for a long time. The child will be handed over to you. With that, he left Zhan Fan's sword aside and pulled away, as if he had never been here.

Within a moment of Xin Liu's departure, Zhan Fan suddenly sneezed and opened his eyes. He had just woken up, his memory was still stuck in the coma, he remembered that he was in front of him an overwhelming mountain bandit, those hungry people who were powerless with bamboo poles and sticks rushed over like madmen, he killed wave after wave, never retreating half a step.

The place where he stepped on was the same stone as before, and the qi of heaven and earth was constantly sent into his body, making him radiant and tireless. He didn't know how many people he had killed, but he knew that he still had the strength to keep killing and keep killing, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that something had hit him on the head.

The iron sword was at his hand. Zhan Fan subconsciously held the sword, his mind was certain, and then looked at the two black shadows in front of him.

Han Feng was very familiar with the murderous aura that came out of Zhan Fan's body, but now that this murderous aura was clearly attacking him and Zhan Kang, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He stood in front of Zhan Kang, slowly groping for the Chihong Sword with his right hand, but he also knew in his heart that in this case, he might not be able to block Zhan Fan's full force.

So he shouted in time: "Zhan Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Han Feng wasn't sure if his voice could wake up Zhan Fan, who was staring at him in a daze, and Zhan Kang also screamed, but neither of them had any confidence in their hearts. And just when the nerves of the two were at their tightest, Zhan Fan slowly let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Big brother, Brother Han, I...... Didn't I hold the line?"

Zhan Fan's tone was full of trepidation, this was the first time Han Feng had seen him show such a helpless expression, the little prince at this moment was more like a child who had done something wrong, and he didn't have the momentum and domineering of the sword pointing at the world and killing gods on weekdays.

Without waiting for the two of them to answer, he jumped from the table to the ground at once, but he groaned in pain, shook his body, and almost fell. Zhan Fan is not a pampered little prince, and he can make him hum, which shows that this pain is unusual. Han Feng and Zhan Kang supported him one by one, and seeing that he had no external injuries on his body, Han Feng thought of another possibility: "How long have you been killed?"

Zhan Fan was speechless. The qi of heaven and earth can be borrowed by him unscrupulously, and naturally there will be a time to return it. At that time, how enjoyable the killing was, how powerful the detachment was at this time. He unfolded his palm, and saw that the palm of his hand was a blur of flesh and blood, and the hilt of the iron sword was stained with mottled blood.

This was the first time Han Feng had seen Zhan Fan bleeding, Zhan Kang frowned, tore off his clothes, and squatted beside his younger brother to bandage them carefully. Zhan Fan tried to open his hand, he no longer cried out in pain, and after looking around at his current location, he lowered his head in shame: "Are we in Qinghe City?"

"Hmm. "Han Feng has been with him for so long, and he knows what he wants to ask," Miss Ouyang rested in the Hou Mansion. She shouldn't be fine. ”

Zhan Fan snorted lightly: "The scourge lives for a thousand years, of course she can't die." But...... Where have those bandits gone?"

Han Feng and Zhan Kang glanced at each other, and only then did they realize that there was a letter in the "furoshiki".

The words on the letter were plain, as ordinary as the person who left the letter, but the content was exactly what everyone wanted: "There are more than 50,000 mountain bandits, and the soldiers are divided into three ways to surround Qinghe. 20,000 on East Road, 20,000 on South Road, and 10,000 on West Road. The eighteen consecutive disc formations have been broken, and the people who break the formation are formation masters, and I can't track them. ”

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