The meal was very simple, a plate of braised tofu with watercress, a plate of oily back pot meat, two dishes of vegetarian dishes, a pot of soup, and the simple dishes that could not be simpler were so delicious that even Wei Hongqiong couldn't help but have an extra bowl of rice.

Although the food is delicious, the atmosphere at the table is not strong, and everyone seems to only know how to eat, but do not speak, which gives people a feeling that the silence of the dinner table is taken for granted.

-- Eating without saying a word is a matter of course.

Monk Zizhu was not in the hall, no one knew where he had gone, he was like a ghost who came and went without a trace, everyone was looking for him, but no one could find him.

The only people who ate in the inn hall were Wei Zhenye and them, and there was a table full of food, but the people had not yet arrived, it should be prepared for the legendary table of people who also participated in the Linglong event.

Who are they?

Wei Zhenye has been guessing all along. But with that dish alone, he couldn't distinguish the identity of the other party at all, so he ate a little absent-mindedly, even if the deliciousness brought by the taste was irresistible.

What would happen if this group of people were enemies? Wei Zhenye tried his best to throw this unfortunate idea out of his mind, but it was as if it had taken root in his mind, and he couldn't throw it out.

This is natural, all the martial artists who come to participate in the Linglong Festival are hostile to each other, no surprise.

As soon as he thought of this, Wei Zhenye was a little uneasy, and his abnormality was quickly discovered.

"What are you thinking?" Jin Sanfu asked, this fat man who was supposed to be addicted to food seemed to be the calmest person at the moment, he noticed that Wei Zhenye was abnormal, so he asked.

Wei Zhenye glanced at Jin Sanfu with worried eyes, and said, "Who am I wondering who will come?" This is not something that is unspeakable, so he told the truth, he only needs to say it, and someone can share his worries and sorrows.

Jin Sanfu waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter who he is, it has nothing to do with us, if we don't provoke them, they won't come to provoke me." ”

That's not wrong at all, before the Linglong event, no team wants to cause any big trouble, if it unfortunately encounters attrition, it will not be beautiful, and all the previous preparations may be in vain, so no one wants to cause trouble, at least Jin Sanfu doesn't want to.

But sometimes, trouble will come its way.

There was a shouting at the door, and the noise was like the sound of warblers and swallows on the streets of the city. After a while, several people, several young people, walked into the hall.

Young people don't matter, there are many young people in this world, but if it is a familiar young person, it will be killed, Jin Sanfu knows a lot of young people, there are enemies and friends, but his friends will not appear in the center of the desert, only the enemies who appear here, the real enemies.

As soon as he saw these people, Jin Sanfu couldn't help but change his face, and then smiled bitterly.

"The road is narrow. A sentence popped out of his mouth.

Who are you talking about?

It's really a narrow road, and it is the Danding faction that has had a holiday with them in a border town, and the leader of it is Zhang Xiaolin, the chief core disciple of the Danding faction.

With a gloomy face, he walked in surrounded by everyone, and as soon as he saw Wei Zhenye and the others, his eyes flashed, and he walked over with a sneer.

He didn't expect to meet the enemy here, generally speaking, even if he did, he would be restrained and didn't want to cause trouble, for the same reason as Jin Sanfu. But this time, he chose to walk straight over, because in his opinion, these enemies could not pose any threat to him at all.

Jin Sanfu chuckled in his heart and secretly said that it was not good.

But at this moment, he couldn't leave, so he could only pretend to be calm and stay where he was, just like Wei Zhenye said softly: The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

"Isn't this Yunzhou's team, why are there two people missing?" Zhang Xiaolin said with a sneer. His tone was not polite, and it was the beginning of a standard provocation.

Fair, rigorous, and leaky, worthy of being a disciple of the sect!

Wei Zhenye said: "Don't bother Brother Zhang, Li Dazhu and Guo Cuihua have some private matters to deal with. ”

"Private matter?" Zhang Xiaolin's nose let out a cold snort, "I think I'm going to kill someone." ”

Wei Zhenye frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you mean. ”

"Don't understand?" the sneering laughter on Zhang Xiaolin's face replaced it with a serious coldness, "Did you kill Yang Huai?" ”

"Yang Huai is dead?" Wei Zhenye pretended to be surprised, "Brother Zhang, please mourn, but this matter really has nothing to do with us, even if we are bold, we will not dare to assassinate the people of the Danding faction." ”

This is logical, they really don't dare to kill the disciples of the Danding Sect, unless they don't want to die.

Zhang Xiaolin knew this very well, and knew even more that Yang Huai died under Yan Chiyang's sword, but at the same time, he would not forget that when Yang Huai died, someone else was present, and it was self-evident who this other person was.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and said, "But Yang Huai died when he came to look for you, on the night of the conflict. ”

"Haha. Wei Zhenye shook his head with a smile and said, "That's even more wrong, how could Yang Huai come to us on the night of the conflict? None of us have seen him since." ”

After a pause, he said to everyone, "Have you seen Yang Huai?"

"Nope. Wei Hongqiong was the first to reply, "Who knows what he went to do? Maybe he went out to find the girl on his own. ”

Wei Hongqiong hated Yang Huai deeply, so her words were full of ridicule and ridicule.

When a woman lies, she can do it without blushing and her heart without beating; not to mention that what Wei Hongqiong said may not be a lie, she really has never seen Yang Huai, it is Li Dazhu and Guo Cuihua who see Yang Huai, and Yang Huai was not killed by these two people, but by Yan Chiyang.

Zhang Xiaolin sneered and said, "I still want to quibble, am I going to wronged you?"

Wei Zhenye said with a smile: "Only you know whether you are wronged or not, in short, we haven't seen him, and this matter has nothing to do with us." ”

"You still dare to quibble," Zhang Xiaolin snorted coldly, "Guo Xiang come out." ”

A disciple of the Danding faction came out in response.

"Tell me about the situation. Zhang Xiaolin said.

Guo Xiang is an ordinary disciple of the Danding faction, with ordinary appearance, ordinary strength, and even ordinary dress, he is the kind of person who can't be found if he is thrown in the crowd, such a person actually stood up at this moment, standing straight as a javelin, staring at Wei Zhenye, and said word by word: "That night, I was in a room with Yang Huai, and I heard with my own ears that he was coming to you, and then he went out and never came back, and then found his body, who did not do it?"

Wei Zhenye sneered: "If you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse," turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaolin, and said: "I think you can't find the murderer, and deliberately planted it on our heads." ”

Zhang Xiaolin sneered: "What, what can you do with me?" As he spoke, the knife was unsheathed.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't use a knife, but since he fought Yan Chiyang once, he used a knife, not because he had any epiphany in swordsmanship, but because he felt that his fire palm couldn't beat Yan Chiyang's sword at all.

He couldn't poison him, although he was not defeated by Yan Chiyang, but the condensed sword qi shattered his confidence, and he began to doubt himself.

Instead of continuing to use the fiery palm that is impossible to defeat the opponent, such as changing to a weapon, the knife and the palm are similar in many ways, so Zhang Xiaolin chose the knife.

Now he used a knife, a good knife, made of red gold ore, and the whole body showed a strange dark red color, and the true qi condensed on the knife, exuding an astonishing heat - he actually used the technique of the fiery palm to urge a knife, incredible.

Wei Zhenye didn't have the heart to be so incredible, first of all, he didn't know the characteristics of Zhang Xiaolin's martial arts, thinking that although he was good at palming, the most powerful thing was the knife, and secondly, he was facing this knife that exuded amazing heat, and the fierce momentum that came to his face made him dare not be distracted at all.

The sword technique is heavy, if the momentum is suppressed before the opponent swings the knife, the consequences are unimaginable, so Wei Zhenye does not care about the difference in identity, and immediately mobilizes the true qi of the whole body to fight.

Wei Zhenye is a typical master who relies on the Barrier Breaking Pill to break through the condensation period, and it is not a problem to deal with a martial artist at the peak of ordinary Huayuan, but it is a little weak to deal with a martial artist at the core disciple level like Zhang Xiaolin.

The momentum he unleashed was defeated by his opponent's sword momentum, and his confidence in victory seemed to collapse at any moment.

Wei Hongqiong and Jin Sanfu immediately stood beside Wei Zhenye, and the momentum of the three of them together was comparable to Zhang Xiaolin's momentum.

Wei Hongqiong couldn't help but glance at Cho Yuan, as the strongest hard power of the Yuan, Cho Yuan didn't move, just drank the wine by himself, cup after cup, without the slightest intention of making a move.

Zhang Xiaolin sneered: "Wei Zhenye, even your subordinates are not willing to take action for you, I think it is difficult to escape today." ”

The wine glass stopped at his lips, Chop Yuan raised his head, and said with a sneer: "I don't make a move because you are not worthy of my shot, your knife is not right, it is not a good knife, it is not a good knife, it is not worth my knife." ”

Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "I don't think you dare to make a move!" The momentum became a little more violent, breaking the inherent balance in one fell swoop.

Jin Sanfu and Wei Hongqiong, one has a puppet pressure array, and the other has a strange treasure to protect themselves, if they open the scene one-on-one, they may not lose to Zhang Xiaolin, but Zhang Xiaolin, who is second evil, does not give them the opportunity to use strange treasures and puppets, but just suppresses them crazily.

Under this intense oppression, the two of them couldn't separate their minds at all, let alone use killing moves.

Foreign objects are foreign objects after all, and they can't compare to real strength.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't speak again, and he didn't laugh at it anymore, because talking to a dying person is meaningless.

The fact that he doesn't speak is just that he didn't move his mouth and didn't make a sound, not that he didn't move. Human movements do not require any words or sounds, especially when wielding a knife.

His knife swung out and turned into a ball of fire, moving without sound, giving people a feeling of being unable to resist.

This is a knife that must be won and killed, and when the knife is swung, the other party's life is already in danger, and a knife is approaching, where is there still life.

From the moment Zhang Xiaolin swung this knife, he thought that the three people in front of him were dead, and none of the three people could block his knife.

The night breeze blows, rolling the curtains. The night in the desert is not only capable, but also dry, so dry that even the wind in this irrigation hall does not have any moisture.

It's a good weather to kill, a good place to kill, a good time to kill, and a good killer.

The time and place are favorable, and this knife is occupied, so I think this is a nirvana.

Zhang Xiaolin's face already showed a hideous smile, as if he saw the appearance of his opponent being cut off three times by him with one knife, as if he saw the blood spurting out from the broken neck like a spring.