"Yes, we do!"

"To be able to serve the hero, it's really fucking smoke on the ancestral grave!"

The man who had been kicked by Jing Zhou before hurriedly nodded and said hurriedly, for fear that the sword on his neck would go half a point further.

Even if the blade was still some distance away from his skin at this time, he could feel the pain of the flesh on his neck being stabbed, and if the hand in front of him shook, his big head would really have to move.

Jing Zhou took out a few pieces of broken silver from his waist bag and threw them to the two, and then said: "You two will take the money to the city to change your clothes first, and you have kept a close eye on me at night in the past few days, and I will reward my son after the end." ”

If you want the horse to run, in addition to the big stick, you have to add dates, and punish the horse, so that the horse can run fast, otherwise relying on oppression and intimidation alone, the people under your hands will not be able to do things with their hearts.

Besides, Jing Zhou can't keep an eye on the two of them all the time, if these two people want to escape, he really can't do anything.

"It's still the life and death talisman of Tianshan Tong's grandmother!"

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Two nights later, Jing Zhou had just finished eating and washing up when he heard a knock on the door of the guest room.

After opening the door, I saw the little second brother standing in front of the door respectfully, and said, "Son, there are two strong men downstairs looking for you, saying that there is something big." ”

In the past few days, Xiao Er has been rewarded by Jing Zhou, and the silver that Jing Zhou gave him in the past few days alone is enough to cover his salary for several months. In addition, Jing Zhou was gorgeously dressed and talked extraordinary, which made him believe that this was the son of a high-ranking official of that big family.

Therefore, Xiao Er waited for Jingzhou to do his best more and more respectfully.

As soon as Jing Zhou followed Xiao Er downstairs, there was a loud roar in his ears, and he said excitedly: "Childe, those people are here, and now the Fuwei Dart Game is lively." Since two days, there have been people in the Fuwei dart game who have been dying violently, and the big chess in front of the dart game has been cut off by people.

Interestingly, the flag was originally embroidered with four words, but now the word "Wei" has been detained, and tonight a group of people broke into it violently, and they came to find trouble at a glance! ”

Can Guo Jianglong and the Mountain Tiger not be excited, now they are still thinking about what Jing Zhou said before, and the benefits of them are indispensable after the event. In the past two days, the boy has been extremely generous, and even pointed out some deficiencies in the martial arts of the two.

If this matter is over, of course, it would be good for the young man to give them money, but it would be better if he could casually give him a few words of advice, or pass them a trick and a half.

"Oh, then I'll go and see with my son."

It was expected that the Qingcheng faction would come, but he didn't expect Yu Canghai to come in such a hurry. It seems that the temptation of the sword technique to ward off evil spirits is not ordinarily great.

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Inside the city of Fuzhou

Fuwei Dart Bureau, the lights were bright, Lin Zhennan and his wife were lying miserably on the ground, their former clothes were full of dirt, and there was blood at the corners of their mouths.

Jia Renda grabbed Lin Pingzhi, opened his bow left and right, slapped him a few times, and scolded: "Turtle son, my junior brother saw you molesting a woman from a good family, and the road was uneven, so he beat you and taught you a lesson, but you didn't know how to be grateful, but instead poisoned, and even ambushed dozens of good hands outside, attacking my junior brother in groups, you turtle son, why is your heart so spicy!" ”

Lin Pingzhi heard him reverse black and white, and scolded angrily: "Let your mother's fart, it's obviously you", before he finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by Jia Renda and kicked him in the stomach.

Yu Canghai turned a blind eye to this scene, and said: "Lin Zhennan, you can't hand over the evil sword spectrum, the patience of this seat is limited, don't force me." ”

"Phew, Yu Canghai, what kind of dog thing is your Qingcheng faction, you claim to be famous and decent, but you are here to rob my Lin family's sword spectrum!"

When Lin Pingzhi heard Yu Canghai's words, he scolded, but before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Luo Renjie.

"Little brute, you kill my junior brother, this account is not settled!" After speaking, he kicked Lin Pingzhi twice.

Yu Canghai saw Lin Pingzhi's blue nose and swollen face, and the miserable appearance of blood on his forehead, a burst of pleasure flashed in his heart, and he thought evilly: "When I get your family's evil sword spectrum, I will concoct you well." ”

He sent his son and Jia Renda to Fuzhou, and wanted to make trouble for the two of them, but who would have thought that his son would die at the hands of this ant he looked down on.

Although his son was lustful and unambitious, he was still filial to himself.

At his age, it was impossible to have another son.

Lin Zhennan coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "Lord Yuguan, you have already seen our Lin family's evil sword technique, this is really the seventy-two path evil sword technique. ”

Now under the threat of life and death, Lin Zhennan took out the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

He has practiced this swordsmanship for decades, and he was still extremely confident in the past, feeling that even if he was not as good as the heads of the major sects, he was not much worse.

Today, it seems that it is nothing more than that, not to mention the major leaders, even Yu Canghai's disciples can't beat it.

What's more, this disciple of the Qingcheng Sect already knew his Lin family's evil warding sword technique, and he was even more proficient than his own.

"Fuck your stinking fart! How could the true evil sword technique be so weak! Lin Zhennan, your bullshit qualifications can't practice this swordsmanship, and you still want to hide it and bury it with you? ”

Lin Zhennan, who Jia Renda said this, was ashamed and angry, but now people are swordsmen, and he is fish and meat, so he had to say again: "Lord Yuguan, this is really a sword technique to ward off evil spirits." ”

A few days ago, Lin Pingzhi said that he met a fortune teller, saying that he was in trouble with the Fuwei dart game, and he didn't believe it, and scolded with a smile that it was just a trick of the hairy boy.

Now, it has come true!

"Lin Zhennan, it seems that you don't plan to hand over the evil sword. Hum! I want to see how hard your mouth is! ”

The father and son of the Lin family were so ignorant of what to do, and Yu Canghai moved a trace of murderous intent.

"Ping's regret is not the beginning! If I had firmly believed in that son, how could I have ended up in this field today! ”

Lin Pingzhi's hands were clenched, his nails pierced into his palms, and blood stained his palms red.

"Oh? Shaoxia won't think I'm that charlatan anymore at this time, hahaha"

"Male. . . Son... It's really you! ”

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and everyone turned their faces to look, only to see a young man in purple at the head, followed by two strong men, one holding a knife and the other holding a stick.

The young man led by Feng Shenxiu was abnormal, chic and elegant, and anyone who saw it couldn't help but praise: "What a noble son!" ”

Lin Pingzhi lay on the ground, his face was first surprised, and then full of joy.

"Who are you? Qingcheng sends errands, and idle people don't care! At this time, Jia Renda's words collapsed.

Now he just wants to behave well in front of his master, and get his hands on the evil sword spectrum to present to his master. After all, Yu Renyan is dead, he is alive and well, and Yu Canghai will definitely have a mustard in his heart.

Jia Renda had a small head and a small cerebellum beside him, and the person shaking this fan also spoke: "Jia Lao Er, where is this person an idler!" Idlers dare to take care of my Qingcheng faction? In this Jianghu, who doesn't know the name of my Qingcheng faction? Which time did the righteous demons fight against me, and the Qingcheng faction didn't rush to the front? ”

"Ge Laozi, could it be that my Qingcheng faction has not been active in the south in recent years, and its prestige has been forgotten by the demon sect demons? Looking at the three of you, it must be a demon cub in a mess! ”