Thirty miles away from the Martial God Temple, in a small dilapidated village, a deep mansion is quite eye-catching. In the courtyard, the green pines and cypresses, the green tiles and Zhu Yong, although there are also small bridges and flowing water, rockeries and strange stones embellishment a bit of elegance, but those rockeries and strange stones are obviously deliberately set up to get rid of the interest of local tyrants, whether it is modeling or decoration are dull and wooden, so boring. This is the mansion of Qian Siye, the owner of the Qian family.

In the battle between Huangfu Yunsong and the White Tiger, Qian Siye lost a lot of money, and he was restless for days.

"I remember, it must have been that Mo Cong who made the ghost. Standing in the living room of Qian Siye's house, Baihu lowered his head and pondered for a long time, reminiscing about the entire competition, only Mo Cong stood in front of the ring that day, behaving strangely.

Hearing this, a Taoist priest who was originally sitting in the hall stood up, glared at a pair of strange eyes and said:

"Nonsense! How could he solve the 'talisman' of the poor way?"

"Then I don't know," Baihu glanced at the Taoist priest, then looked coldly at Qian Si, who was cranking the folding fan, and said with a calm face: "Fourth Master Qian, no matter what, I've done my best, what about my sister?"

Qian Si was originally unhappy in his heart, but when he saw that this young man was arrogant, his face was beating violently. At this time, he didn't want to have a seizure, lowered his eyes, shook the folding fan in his hand unhurriedly, and groaned for a long time before raising his eyes to look at the white tiger, and ordered left and right: "Bring people out!"

Qian Siyi gave an order, a door in the hall was opened, behind the door was a long corridor, the red lacquer columns and painted wooden lattices were clearly visible, Bai Hu suddenly showed a nervous and excited expression on his face, staring closely at the corridor, but after a long time, there was still no movement in the corridor.

"What about my sister?" the white tiger raised a pair of sword eyebrows and glared at Qian Sidao.

The corners of Qian Si's mouth twitched slightly, and he still shook the folding fan in his hand unhurriedly, without making any answer.

Qian Si's arrogant and disdainful attitude completely angered the white tiger. glanced at the strong man standing in the hall like a wolf and a tiger, and only then did he suppress the anger in his heart. After waiting for a moment, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl slowly walked out of the corridor, the girl had a snow-white face, unkempt hair, and disheveled clothes. When she reached the door, the girl stopped and cried out weakly:

"Brother!"

"Sister!" Bai Hu hurriedly stepped forward, but he found that although his sister did not have the slightest scar on her body, she was expressionless, in a trance, and her eyes were glazed.

"You, what did you do to her?" the white tiger's chest rose and fell violently, and the young man's hoarse roar resounded throughout the hall.

Seeing this, the two servants who escorted the girl turned around and retreated in fright.

This young man, who has lived at the foot of the mountain since he was a child, has no father or mother since he was a child, and the two brothers and sisters depend on each other for their lives and make a living by eating hundreds of family meals. When he was six years old, Baihu was accepted by the highly respected head of the Baishan faction, and so far, the two brothers and sisters have been able to get out of the sea of suffering. The boy won the master's appreciation with his amazing perseverance, and at the age of twelve, after a fierce duel within the sect, the white tiger overwhelmed the crowd, and finally stood in the ring of the Martial God Temple three years later. But he never expected that because of his outstanding performance, he would become the prey in Qian Si's eyes, and he also caught his sister and threatened him.

"Boy, it's not your turn to go wild here. The Taoist priest on the seat stroked his beard three times, slowly walked to the girl's side, stretched out his hand to help the girl tidy up her sideburns, and looked the girl's body up and down with a pair of thin eyes, and said: "I didn't do anything, just let her taste the taste of being a bride, you don't know, your sister is very smart!

"What are you talking about? Take your paws away!"

The old Dao in front of him is nearly forty years old, skinny as wood, wearing a black Taoist robe, and he looks like a powerful ghost running out of the Yin Division. Seeing that the old man was smiling all over his face, and his obscene gaze wandered straight to his sister, the white tiger suddenly became angry. Originally, I wanted to take my sister back and calm things down, so I just need to be cautious in the future. But he never expected that his young sister would be ruined by this demon Dao, as a person who practiced martial arts, Baihu was really unbearable to be bullied, and suddenly a ball of fierce qi suddenly rose in his palm, and he roared angrily and smashed straight to the door of the old Dao, at this time, he hated to tear the old Dao to pieces.

"You old dog, I'll kill you!"

It's a pity that the white tiger is young after all, and his martial arts cultivation is obviously not enough to set off a bloody rain in this tiger wolf's den. As soon as the young man's palm was raised, Qian Si, who had already decided to kill people, stepped forward with an arrow, and the folding fan in his hand also turned into a sharp blade, piercing deeply into the back of the young man's heart. When he drew his blade, a bright red and dazzling blood light flashed in the hall, and for a moment the air was filled with blood.

The young man stared at his eyes, blood flowed from his mouth, looked at his beloved sister, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Brother-" Seeing the white tiger lying in a pool of blood, the girl suddenly woke up from a dream, crying and pounced on the white tiger.

Let the girl cry and shake, and the brother who fell to the ground did not react. Thinking of his brother's careful care of himself in the past, remembering that his brother was so majestic in the Baishan faction, and the brothers surrounded him like stars holding the moon, but Baihu was free and easy, never bullied, and recalled the past situation with the style of an elder, and the girl's heart was broken.

"I'm fighting with you, you brutes, give back my brother!" the girl's mind went blank, and she cried hoarsely and pounced on Qian Si.

"****!" Qian fell with a knife in four hands, and the poor girl who was upright and young fell to the ground. A long cut in the neck was cut, and blood flowed.

"Oh yes, this, this is a pity!" Seeing this, Lao Dao hurriedly spread his hands, grinned and ran to the girl, wanting to reach out to cover the wound on the girl's neck, but he held it in the air and shook it, grinning and complaining: "You Qian Laosi, you are too ruthless!"

"Hmph! Like this road, Brother Dao wants a few, I'll get you a few. Qian Si glanced at the two corpses lying on the ground with disdain, his face shook twice, and he waved his hand towards his hand and said, "Drag it out and burn it, and scatter the ashes into the garden!"

"Wait, wait!" Several little girls were about to lift the corpse out, but Lao Dao bowed forward and stroked the girl's face, and praised: "Tsk, look how handsome this face looks, you don't know, this little girl's skin is smooth and delicate, and she is reluctant to raise her hand when she touches it, alas! Qian Laosi, you are doing evil!"

"Dao Chief!" A little guy on Qian Sifu walked to the front of Lao Dao with a hippie smile, and said with a thief's eyebrows: "Dao Chang is really short-sighted, every time there is a martial arts competition in the Martial God Temple, there are many good-looking girls in this city, don't say anything else, just look at that Zhilan, that skin, that body is not better than this."

"Fuck you! Zhilan is the pearl of the cloud master's palm, do you dare to the fuck?" Before the little guy finished speaking, the old man shook his hand and slapped the little guy twice.

The little guy covered his face and said aggrievedly: "Dao Chief, I haven't finished my words yet, why are you doing it?"

"Who told you kid not to speak human words. ”

"Dao Chief, you listen to me slowly, it's not too late for you to do it after you're done. As the little guy spoke, he secretly glanced at Qian Si.

The little guy who spoke was Qian Si's henchman, and he was a ghost on weekdays, so Qian Si nodded slightly.

With the acquiescence of Fourth Master Qian, the little guy also let go of his courage, straightened his clothes, and walked into two steps: "Didn't the Dao Chief just hear what the White Tiger said? ”

"Fart! No one can break my talisman, it's just fucking incompetent. "The old way is angry.

"Yes, yes, yes, I fart, but I lost money this time, and you also have a share!" The little guy turned his round eyes to look at the old Dao, and saw that the old Dao's face changed slightly, and said carefully: "Dao Chief, you don't want to lose the golden gold coin!"

Hearing this, Lao Dao's sparse eyebrows wrinkled, and he suddenly realized, and said angrily: "I said Qian Laosi, the poor Dao's money has made you lose all your money, and this chick is gone, what do you say? The remaining few competitions are all famous duels, just one Liu Yun's weakness, you don't dare to move." ”

"Who the hell dares to move that girl's identity? Isn't that looking for death?" Qian Si took a sip of tea, his face full of sadness.

"That girl looks really good!" Lao Dao thought of Liu Yun's beautiful appearance, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in his mouth, and said in a daze: "Fourth, you are going to tell me, what is the origin of that girl, scaring you Qian Fourth Master like this?"

"Alas, don't ask, man, anyway, someone told her that girl can't move. Qian Si shook his hand and said.

When the old Taoist heard this, he sat down on the chair, "Then what do you say?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Qian Si's henchman stepped forward and said with a mysterious face: "Dao Chief, Fourth Master, the little one has an idea, and the little one has figured it out, although that Mo Cong is covered by the poisonous dragon family, he is not without weaknesses." After speaking, the little girl looked left and right thoughtfully.

"Don't sell it, there's no outsiders here. Qian Si said angrily.

"Hehe, master, I've found out, Mo Cong's kid also has a sister, as for what the name is, I don't know very well, it seems to be called Xiaohua I see that the people around Mo Cong are the weakest, she doesn't seem to have a sect, if the little one doesn't look away, the two bodyguards around her should be Zhuang Ding of a big family, and she has no ability."

"You're talking about a girl who carries a small box all day?"

"Hui Daoye, exactly!" the little guy said with a sneering smile on his face.

"Uh-huh! Lao Dao's eyes flashed with a faint blue light and nodded slightly, looking at the expression that had clearly seen the girl's angry figure, savoring it in his mind for a moment, Lao Dao's eyes suddenly flashed, looked at the little guy, and said: "You kid is really eye-catching, I also think that girl is a daughter, Zhuang Ding of a big family is also a housekeeper, and she has no ability," said, Lao Dao looked at Qian Si and said: " Fourth, I think it's decided, I'll arrest that chick first, and then how to talk to Mo Cong's kid, it depends on your ability. ”

"As long as Brother Dao can get that girl, I promise, Mo Cong's kid will never dare to leak the slightest rumor, and after the matter is completed, I will be responsible for getting rid of Mo Cong, as for that girl, I will hand it over to Brother Dao, hehe!" Qian Si shook the folding fan with his hand, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.