The organization of the Seven Colors Hall, in recent years, has become more and more excessive.

It is no longer similar to the way it was founded in the early years, when it was founded everywhere, to help ordinary people, kill thieves, and help orphans and widows.

After the reputation was ruined, the government did not think about attacking them, but found that the other party was already powerful.

The seven subordinates add up, and their power covers all counties and townships in Xingqing Prefecture, and no one can tell how many subordinates there are.

I want to deal with them again at this time.

It's like a mouse pulling a turtle, and you can't know where to start.

If nothing else, if it is forced to rush and someone raises its arms, it is likely to set off a small rebellion.

When the time comes, no one can afford to take this responsibility.

However, as Gao Yue said, it was only aimed at a middle-level leader in Yu Tangkou, and it did not hinder much.

What's more, the division is famous.

……

Arrived at Twin Bridges Street.

Begonia Temple is easy to find.

At the end of the street, a large mansion with flowers and trees looks a little out of place with the low-rise bungalows around it.

I have to say, this is a sarcasm.

Obviously, Qingzitang was born among the homeless beggars, and most of his subordinates are bitter haha, they are all people who can't eat enough.

However, the Qingzitang incense master and the deputy incense master and others live in a mansion, enjoy the flowers, look at the moon, and live a luxurious life......

At this time, the weather is warmer, and the begonia trees in the south bloom earlier, and some trees have already produced flower bones.

Chen Ping watched from afar, and a little bit of extremely faint fragrance came with the wind, and his heart was lifted.

At this point, Chen Ping was more cautious.

The figure was crooked, and his feet staggered, slowly approaching the courtyard.

It's like beggars everywhere on the streets.

Dodge into the alley, reach out, and jump lightly into the courtyard wall.

Chen Ping hadn't figured out whether to capture someone and inquire about Chang Sansi's whereabouts...... With a slight movement of the nose, you can smell the aroma of the food and the mellow aroma of the old wine.

Look at the sky, it's almost noon.

"You don't need to ask, just follow the aroma of the wine......

Chen Ping's eyes moved, and he approached quickly with the help of the pillars of the tree, silent under his feet.

He once heard Zuo Severed Hand say that he often thinks about his daily life and is quite particular.

Pursue the health principle of "not getting tired of eating, not getting tired of being fine".

The smell of wine and food in the nose is so strong that it is appetizing, and ordinary people can't afford to eat it at all......

Most likely, he was right there.

It's just a hundred and ten paces away.

Chen Ping sighed lightly.

I saw that the left hand was broken.

He even went into the courtyard, didn't he say that he would find out the news on the periphery, and then go directly to the north of the city to wait? ’

The left severed hand not only penetrated deep into the courtyard of Qingzitang, but also killed people.

His expression was cold, his figure was slightly low, and the short black iron thorn in his hand was dripping with blood, like a hungry wolf walking alone in the snow.

His eyes are bloodthirsty and red.

Laugh at......

He pounced and stretched......

The short stab in his hand stabbed forward and stabbed a strong man in Tsing Yi with a knife from behind.

Without stopping, he staggered forward half a step, raised his short thorn slightly, and at the same time that another strong man in Tsing Yi was about to open his mouth and shout, he pierced the throat of the other party and slanted into his brain.

'What does he want to do?' So impulsive? ’

Chen Ping secretly screamed in his heart.

The shot of the left severed hand is indeed fast and ferocious, and ordinary people can hardly see the shadow of the short stabbing shot.

Although his physique is not very strong, his qi and blood are not necessarily very vigorous.

But he found another way and practiced a sword to a thrilling level.

It seems to have merged life and soul into one thorn......

In Chen Ping's opinion, although the other party's thorn is still a little immature, it is slightly deficient in all aspects.

But if you keep going like this, and then train your body to be strong, it is likely to turn into an extremely fierce killing sword in the end.

It seems that the one-arm is no longer his weakness, but has become an advantage.

However, it is too much to underestimate the Seven Colors Hall. ’

When he killed two people in a row with his left severed hand and was about to rush forward, Chen Ping already felt bad in his heart.

A few wisps of internal qi that had been painstakingly accumulated in the dantian were instilled into the legs, and the qi and blood of the whole body instantly burned like flames.

The right leg is visibly enlarged, and the body becomes lighter.

Chen Ping's feet moved, turning into a strong arrow...... With a whoosh, he was behind the left severed hand.

Reaching out and dragging his back collar, the tail finger pressed on the cervical vertebrae, causing the reckless boy's body to stiffen.

At the same time, as soon as the body turned, he ran back and forth without looking back.

The clothes are torn by the wind, and the whirring noise is loud.

At this time, the sooner you leave, the better, and you can't hide your figure.

'Hitting the grass startled the snake, and it was impossible to kill Chang Sansi. ’

Chen Ping's sense is extremely sharp now.

I had already sensed the sound of the cup, two extremely powerful surging qi machines.

That's not Chang Sansi, it's many, many times stronger than Chang Sansi's breath.

One is as hot as fire, and the other is as cold as ice.

At the moment when the left severed hand shot to kill, these two qi machines suddenly rose and burst into murder.

This is also the reason why Chen Ping immediately gave up the original plan, turned around and left to save people.

"Who is it?"

A cold sound like metal grinding came into the hall.

A little golden light whined, like a meteor hammer, and the wind struck.

Although Chen Ping's body was fast, the golden light was faster.

As if he had eyes, he came first and hit the vest......

His heart was pounding, and his mind was full of vigilance.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he reversed his body diagonally and slapped it down with one palm.

"Bang ......"

Chen Ping's whole body shook violently, the five fingers of his left hand shrank slightly, and his palm was sore.

The body was also shocked by this concussive force, and it was slightly sore.

At the same time, the last wisp of internal qi in the dantian ran out, and the figure accelerated again.

Call......

Jump over the courtyard wall and through the alley.

Left and right, submerged in the flow of people.

After a long while, Chen Ping stopped.

Hiding in the shadow of a house, he put down his left severed hand.

Raise your palm and take a look.

I found that an extremely delicate and small golden wine glass had been deeply sunk into the bones of my palm, and blood was flowing out.

By this time, there was still a hint of soreness in his left arm.

Presumably, the muscles and bones were also injured by the violent force on the top of the wine glass.

"It's just that with a wine glass that is not too hard, dozens of feet away, it caught up with my body and injured my palm, who is this person?"

"It's Dong Quanzhong, his voice is very unique."

The left severed hand lowered his head at this time, and he didn't dare to look up at Chen Ping, but his voice calmed down.

It's just that his eyes are still bloodshot, and his face is very unsightly.

"Master Dong Xiang?"

On weekdays on the street, Chen Ping has already been thunderous about the incense master of the Seven Color Hall Qingzi Hall.

It is widely rumored that this person is extremely powerful in kung fu, and he is likely to reach the realm of washing the marrow and exchanging blood.

At this time, after feeling the blow of the gold cup, Chen Ping was speechless.

The rumors in the market are often unreliable.

But I didn't expect that the gap between the false rumors would be so big.

It's really "a small difference, a thousand miles wrong." ”

Dong Xiangzhu is actually not washing the marrow or exchanging blood at all, and he is not even taking the path of qi and blood martial arts.

The energy that has just been attached to the glass is extremely strong...... Just by touching, there is a sharp penetrating force, straight through the palm of the arm, towards the heart.

If it weren't for Chen Ping's extremely tough physique, his strength was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he used the marrow washing and concussion method in time to dissipate his energy.

maybe, being hit by this golden cup, he was directly shocked to the heart and died on the spot.

This force felt several times stronger than the power that Jiang Teng attached to the sword.

It must not be just the Qi cultivation period, it may be the realm of the Tongmai, and I don't know if it has already penetrated the Twelve Righteous Classics?

Probably not, if it is a master who has penetrated the twelve canons. It is unlikely that he will be a master of incense in the Seven Colors Hall...... It's enough to start a small gang and be a gang leader. ’

A dark cloud rose in Chen Ping's heart.

It's not going to be easy.

I thought that with his current strength, on the ground of Xingqing Mansion, not to mention being able to walk sideways, it would not be a problem to save his life if he was cautious and careful.

However, Dong Qianzhong's blow made him understand.

Even in this small Xingqing Mansion, he is still a rookie.

Absolutely careless.

"Say, why did you go to the Begonia Courtyard to kill people, didn't you let you hide first?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled.

and a little sorrowful.

was going to quietly assassinate the old fox who was Chang Sansi and completely cover up his murder.

As long as it takes some time, you can fly away, change your identity, and then hide and develop slowly.

The result?

If you want to deal with that old fox again, don't even think about it.

Big trouble.

"Little Mandarin Duck, they took it away...... I saw Meigu and Black Panther. ”

The left severed hand had murderous intent in his eyes.

"Who is Aunt Mei?"

"It's a middle-aged woman with half of her eyebrows cut off, and her body is very thin and fierce...... I had seen her whip the girls. Earlier, when I heard someone call her name, it should be a subordinate of the deficit Xiangtang Zhuang Hongyi......"

Maybe it was because he had ruined Chen Ping's big thing, and he felt guilty in his heart, so he didn't hide it anymore and told the story that he had never told in his heart.

That day, in the snowfield, after killing all the homeless murderers, he asked around for his sister's whereabouts.

I know that there was once such a caravan, loaded with little girls selected from the pile of homeless people, slowly moving south.

He followed the rut trail and traced it all the way......

Not long after, I saw the two carriages on the road.

Of course, he was not the only one who chased him, and some people rushed up and died quickly.

Some people have been hanging from the back, afraid to do anything, just looking for opportunities.

Most of them were also attacked and killed by Meigu and Black Panther and others.

Left Broken Phone Alarm ......

knew that he couldn't beat it, so he never made a move.

He didn't want his sister to get out of sight, so he hid and followed for three days until he followed up Xingqing Fucheng.

At this time, tired and hungry, he fainted.

Then, I met Chen Pingyuan, the young man who loves to do good deeds.

Be rescued, be a beggar......

What happened later, Chen Ping has experienced.

I also know that the left severed hand has been looking for it, but I have never found any trace of my sister.

Because, he didn't know what the identity of those people was, and which force they were.

You can't even ask.