Thinking about the cliff, the trajectory of fate seems to have advanced a lot, but Wen Hong doesn't know.

He went down the cliff and went to the head of the righteous path, where Qingyuan was waiting for him.

Seeing that Master was coming, he hurriedly invited him to a seat, and then said, "Master, the carriage and horses are ready, Deputy Head Yue, Elder Feng, Elder Xian, Elder Zhao, Elder Ning, and the seven disciples who are familiar with the sword formation are all ready and waiting for you to come." ”

Wen Hong nodded: "This time, it is my first time to go back to the Huayin Realm and set foot in the big circle of the Central Plains Martial Arts. When the time comes, there will be some famous martial arts who want to find trouble, and my Huashan League will not lose its momentum.

Well, there is one more thing that should be remembered.

Deputy Head Yue was originally the master of the Sword Sect, and his status in the rivers and lakes was quite high, but now that he is under my seat, it is estimated that there is some gossip on the rivers and lakes. There are also a lot of rough people at Liu Zhengfeng's handwashing conference, if you use this matter to ridicule Deputy Head Yue, you will definitely support him. ”

"Yes." Qingyuan hugged his head.

"When Linghu rushes down, let's go."

It took a lot of time for Linghu Chong to come down this time, but the spirit of the whole person was different.

Yue Buqun, as his teacher, felt the most obvious.

His eyes flickered more and more, as if there were stars, as if he had understood some reason, and even gave Wen Hong Yaoyao a salute, as if he had great grace.

This made him feel quite complicated.

This is the virtue of the inheritor who was chosen early?

Now that they have a close relationship with the surname Wen, will they be able to recover the Huashan Sword Sect in the future?

It's scrapped, it's scrapped, it's really scrapped.

"What chance did this kid get?" Wen Hong also thought, "I always feel that this jade has been carved, but it has not been completely carved into shape, and it still needs to be polished."

Is it the old guy who came out to open a small stove for him? ”

Only this was possible, too.

As for the prisoners locked up in the cave, the martial arts had already been squeezed clean and filled the Huashan League's Scripture Pavilion.

Feng Buping thought that his wind and fast sword was so powerful, Wen Hong was a treasure, and he wanted to hide his private interests and use it to tempt Ling Hu Chong. Who could have known that people had already been put into the cabinet and read by him?

The wind cleared up, and the effect of Ling Hu Chong was lost to Wen Hong.

Turn back to the mountain, ambush a hand, and try to fight with this person.

Let's see if Dugu Nine Swords is superior, or is his No. 1 sword in the East peerless?

If Feng Qingyang loses, then it is useless whether Dugu Jiujian learns or not.

If Feng Qingyang wins a one-and-a-half-move, it means that Dugu Nine Swords still has merit, and it is good to learn.

……

Huayin boundary, a steep peak.

There is a stockade on it, and there are more than 100 bandits who are still exquisitely dressed, with swords around their mouths, patrolling and drilling.

There is a prison in the village, which is covered with rotten straw and filth, and dozens of men and old people with dry bones are curled up in the corner, shivering, like black dolphins.

There are other places that are cleaner, but there are many women who are not inched, with a slight posture, but their expressions are numb.

"Big brother, the news from the main altar."

In the main village, there is a white-faced scholar with a carrier pigeon parked on his arm, and he took the letter to take a look, and his face changed greatly.

A swarthy man on the tiger skin seat said, "Second brother, what's wrong?" ”

The white-faced scholar said coldly: "The letter from the chief manager is to ask us to gather manpower and go with the Tianhai Gang to explore the foundation of the Huashan League!" ”

"What?"

"Fuck, what stupid things to say!"

"Yang Lianting, that straight lady thief, he also dares to give this order?"

The other twenty-two different characters were angry and cursed.

Especially the woman who was only one of them, Ben Chitiao rode on a thin boy, and when she heard this, she raised a palm and cracked the boy's skull, pinching her fingers around her brain, and said hatefully.

"Then what does Yang Lianting think? What Huashan League has been doing in the Huayin Realm these days, it's not that I haven't told him, if we appear at the foot of Huashan, I'm afraid that the killing star will rush down the mountain and kill all of us. ”

"What the sixth sister said is extremely true."

The swarthy man also nodded: "I don't dare to touch that star-killing mold head." ”

"No, you can't go."

The white-faced scholar shook the letter with his fingers, and said coldly: "If this matter is not successful, then the antidote will not be available to me." ”

"This, this ......"

A little old man's expression froze and became sad.

They are all members of the Holy Sect, and if they have taken the Divine Pill, if there is no antidote, they will die tomorrow!

Isn't this a matter of dying early and dying later?

"How dare he, how dare he!" The swarthy man was furious, "We have made great contributions to the Holy Sect over the years, I don't know how much food we have provided, how many doors have been destroyed, and this is the result?"

I'm going to tell the Lord! This guy is playing with power, and he wants to trap me and so on! ”

"Exactly! Yes, extremely! And so did the crowd.

The white-faced scholar shook his head and sighed: "Now, there is only one way." ”

Just useful?

Thinking of the continuous killing in the Holy Sect over the years, I don't know how many of the original old people were found by Yang Lianting, so they killed them to shock the sect members.

Now on the Blackwood Cliff, how many of their twenty-four brothers can know each other?

Can the Sect Master really listen to them?

But after all, it was a hope, and the white-faced scholar didn't want to give up, so he packed up with his brothers, didn't bring his relatives, didn't ride a horse, and went down the mountain.

Half an hour later, everyone went down the mountain to the main road, and before they had gone far, a convoy came to them.

The convoy is not very loud, and there are not many people.

In the center is a carriage, but there is no arm, just a canopy, a royal blue mat is laid underneath, and a futon is placed on it, and one person sits.

On both sides are high-headed horses, all of them are introverted and introverted, not like vulgar hands.

"Who's on the other side?" The white-faced scholar only felt a little familiar, "Why does your heart beat fast?" ”

"Oh?"

The person under the canopy opened his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "But it's my luck, but it's not that you will escape."

Everyone formed a formation and surrounded the twenty-four thieves of Huayin. ”

Brush Brush Brush!

The sword flashed, and I saw that the people on horseback got up, stepped on their horses and swept up, and landed in all directions of the twenty-four thieves of Huayin.

is older or younger, but at a glance, you will know that you have many years of martial arts roots.

When the white-faced scholar saw that one fell, the martial arts between the movements suddenly understood, and shouted: "It's a person from the Huashan League!" That's the Smell Killer! ”

Yes, this convoy is Wen Hong and his entourage, who went down from Huashan Mountain all the way to Hengshan City to participate in the Golden Basin Handwashing Conference, and cleaned up the biggest thief in the Huayin Realm.

"I forgot to look at the yellow calendar today!"

The swarthy man spat out thick phlegm, lifted a Guan Wang knife, and dozens of catties of heavy soldiers danced, which was swept horizontally.

This move can be described as a heavy hand, if it is swept in, it will suddenly be cut in half.

I saw that Yue Buqun, who was the leader of them, had purple qi lingering on his face, raised his palm, and struck out suddenly, and his thick and clumsy internal strength slapped on the blade of the knife. It's pressed down.

A vigorous force was suddenly born, and the swarthy man felt as if there was a weight of thousands of catties in his hand, and the blade of the knife fell and fell to the ground.

He couldn't hold it with both hands, and his whole body was almost bounced up by the internal strength.

"Big brother!"

Among the twenty-four thieves, another man with a big waist and a round waist noticed that something was wrong, and with a wave of his big hand, he pressed it on the shoulder of the swarthy man, and then exerted his internal strength to stabilize his eldest brother's territory.

The white-faced scholar saw that the people around him were surrounded and killed, and there was a strange killing star swept there, and he only felt that there was no way to enter the heavens and the earth.

Shouted: "Brothers, fight with them!" ”