"Thousand-handed slaughter" Peng Lianhu, taking advantage of Guo Jing's meditating and healing, waved the iron judge pen and pointed at Guo Jing's head.

How far away he was, and was suppressed by the "Lingzhi Master", Guo Mo saw that his eldest brother was in danger, but he couldn't save him.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted "mercy" from the crowd, and I saw a gray figure shooting out of the crowd rapidly. A Qimen weapon was thrown out of his hand, directly entangled in the judge pen in the hand of Peng Lianhu, the "Thousand Hands Slaughter". In the vicinity, the judge's pen went empty, and Guo Jing survived.

"Who?" "Thousand-handed slaughter" Peng Lianhu thought that Guo Jing's life would be the result, but he didn't expect to kill Cheng Cheng halfway and actually save Guo Jing's life.

Peng Lianhu withdrew from the circle and watched intently. I saw that the person who came was a middle-aged Taoist, with a gray sermon robe and a whisk in his hand. Although, the two of them just made a simple move, and the "Thousand Hands Man Tu" knew that this person was by no means a mediocre hand.

Seeing that Guo Jing was saved, the woman in red stepped forward to help Mu Yi up, and the two retreated to the back again, protecting Guo Jing who was healing on the ground.

That person came to Peng Lianhu with a wave of dust, "Your Excellency is the famous 'Thousand Hands Man Slaughter' Peng Lianhu, the master of Peng Dazhai?" I've heard of the name for a long time, and I'm poor and ugly. ”

"Grandpa is Peng Lianhu, who are you?" was disturbed by someone, and Peng Lianhu was angry and didn't fight anywhere.

"Hehe," seeing Peng Lianhu so rude, the man was not angry, and smiled and "walked" two steps in front of Peng Lianhu, only to see that there were actually footprints on the ground that were half an inch deep.

"Ah, you are the 'Jade Yangzi' Wang Chuyi, known as the 'Iron Foot Immortal', Wang Zhenren?" "Thousand-handed Man Slaughter" Peng Lianhu was taken aback, but he didn't expect to meet this here.

In terms of strength, this "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi ranks third in the "Quanzhen Seven Sons", and his martial arts are second only to "Changchunzi" Qiu Chuji, and the boss "Danyangzi" Ma Yu is between the best.

"Hehe, I don't dare to take the word 'real person', the poor road is Wang Chuyi." Wang Chuyi smiled slightly and replied, "The master of Peng Zhai is not in Nafu, Shanxi, how did he come to Zhongdu, this snowy sky, bullying a junior who is healing, it is not the demeanor of the master of Peng Zhai." ”

"'Yuyangzi', others are afraid of your 'Quanzhen Seven Sons', but Peng is not afraid. Today's matter has nothing to do with your surname Wang, please stay out of the way, otherwise it won't look good on you and me. Although I have heard of the other party's prestige and understand the other party's martial arts, the "Thousand Hands Slaughter" cannot fall into his own name.

"Master Pengzhai, I don't know this little brother, but I see that he is chivalrous, so I hereby take a stop. If it is not that Poor Dao wants to be embarrassed by the Lord of Peng Zhai, please raise your noble hand, give Poor Dao and Quanzhen Sect a face, spare this little brother's life, and Poor Dao is grateful. "Yuyangzi" Wang Chu said it and arched his hand.

There is a saying: Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, "Thousand Hands Slaughter" Peng Lianhu, when he saw the "Yuyangzi" Wang Chuyi, he had no intention of doing it at all, as if it was just to save people. Thinking of the other party and the power of the Quanzhen Sect, for a while, he couldn't make up his mind whether to continue to do it.

At this time, the "Yuyangzi" Wang Chu turned around and looked at the little prince, "What's your name?" Who is your master? ”

The little prince originally watched the competition of everyone in the field, and he was still relishing, and it was very beneficial to verify what he had learned in his chest one by one. Suddenly, when I saw this Taoist later, Wang Chuyi, who called himself "Yuyangzi", felt a little numb in his scalp, thinking about hiding in the crowd and not showing up again, not wanting to be singled out by Wang Chuyi.

"After finishing Yan Kang, I have seen the Taoist, as for the name of the master, I can't tell you below." There was nowhere to hide, so the little prince had to stand up respectfully, and the "Lingzhi Master" saw the situation here, worried that the little prince would lose, so he hurriedly stopped and came to the front.

"Hmph, is your master a red mole on his left cheek?" Wang Chuyi asked.

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, the little prince had to nod slightly.

"I expected you to be a disciple of Senior Brother Qiu, I won't worry about you today's matter, let your master tell you by himself in the future." Wang Chuyi turned around and looked at Guo Jing, Guo Mo and the others, "But these people, today's poor road is Baoding, you must not hurt them." ”

"This Taoist, since you know the family teacher, that is also the senior below, if you want, you can come to the palace at any time as a guest, and the younger generation is welcome." The little prince still looked respectful, "As for the grievances between these people and a few worshippers in the palace, they are not something that the younger generations can solve, they are enshrined by their fathers, and they only occasionally protect the safety of the younger generations." ”

"You ......" Wang Chuyi clearly knew that this little prince was playing sloppy with him, but he had nowhere to go, and he really started to move, the other three were all well-known underworld figures, fighting alone, he might be able to gain the upper hand, one against two, or even one against three, and he had no chance of winning.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout from the east, dozens of people opened the way in front, and a graceful and luxurious carriage drove from behind.

There was a person who ran to the little prince in advance and said in a low voice: "Little prince, the princess is here." The little prince was stunned, "Who has so many mouths." When he saw that the carriage had come to him, he hurried forward.

"Mother, it's snowing, it's so cold, why are you coming out?"

"You monkey, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you causing trouble outside?" The voice of the princess in the carriage, even if she was reprimanding the little prince, was so gentle and beautiful.

Mu Yi heard this voice from a distance, like an electric shock, "How... How can it be so like? ”

"Mother, where am I causing trouble? It's just that I went out today, and I made a few new friends, and I want to invite you to the palace to sit down. The little prince hurriedly replied.

"Okay, my mother doesn't care if you make trouble, make friends, it's snowing so hard, it's getting dark, let's go back to eat with my mother." Although the princess's voice was soft, it revealed a hint of undoubtedness.

The little prince was helpless, glanced back at Mu Yi's father and daughter, greeted everyone, and followed the princess's carriage away.

"It's her, it must be her," Mu Yi said silently, standing there. That voice that haunted countless dreams, Mu Yi believed that he would not hear it wrong. However, how can she be the princess of the Kingdom of Jin?

The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was flying, and everyone was surrounding the princess's carriage, which had disappeared around the corner in the distance. Mu Yi still stood there, muttering to himself from time to time, and in the wind and snow, some of his rickety bodies looked more and more haggard.

"Big brother-", Guo Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and healing his wounds, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and he was instantly unconscious.