The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a group of horses were wrapped in smoke and dust and stopped two feet away from Zhao Rang and Jin Sanliang.

Zhao Rang took a cursory glance, and there were about fifty people on the opposite side.

More than fifty people, and a team of horses, this is no longer the scale of ordinary robbers. And judging from the momentum shown by this group of people, it must be a well-trained team, which is not far behind the elite dart masters of the Admiralty Dart Bureau.

Zhao Rang gently lifted the corner of the overcoat, which allowed him to draw the knife faster.

One point faster, one more point of security.

Although Jin Sanliang told him not to rush to do it, but in Zhao Rang's opinion, the current situation could not be passed by scattering some money.

When the smoke and dust on the opposite side cleared, Jin Sanliang stepped forward, arched his hand, and said in a sonorous voice:

"In the lower Admiralty Dart Bureau, there is no wind and no waves on this big Gobi Desert, and there are no waves and no faces, I don't know which way the heroes are taking? Which shirt are you wearing? Which bowl of rice is served? ”

Zhao Rang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

There are really not many opportunities to hear such an authentic incision!

Walking, dressing, and eating are all alluding to the business done on the other side.

Just as the dart game is quite exquisite, the robbers also have various rules.

Some only take the waterway and plunder the boats, which are water bandits. Some of them are entrenched in the mountains and collect "road fees" from passers-by one by one, which are mountain bandits. Mountain bandits don't go into the water, and water bandits don't go up the mountain, it's a customary rule.

As for those who specialize in robbing homes, killing people and setting fires, and looting caravans, they are already beyond this category. There must be a large number of horses and horses, and the work under them must be extremely hard.

"The deputy head of the Admiralty Dart Bureau, Jin Sanliang?"

The person in the middle of the robbers on the opposite side looked at Jin Sanliang and said.

"Do you recognize the hero?"

The robber smiled and said:

"How can you not recognize it? Vice President Jin is famous all over the world, but it is a lot fatter than the last time I saw you, it seems that the days of the dart game are still very leisurely! ”

This person said the words "vice" and "leisure" very seriously, as if it was deliberate, in order to stimulate Jin Sanliang's emotions.

As the words fell, Zhao Rang noticed that Jin San's body was full of energy, but soon he died down, calmed down, and slowly spoke:

"Since it's an old man, then everything is easy to say!"

Immediately after the conversation, he said:

"The days are tight and the feet are long, so I can't greet the heroes much. This is five hundred taels of silver, just when I don't have a good number of gifts, I apologize and invite you to drink! ”

After that, he turned his head and motioned for Zhao Rang to hand him a cloth bag tied to the side of the carriage.

After Zhao Rang untied the cloth bag, he poured out all the silver inside in front of a group of robbers and shook it clean. Then he put it in one piece and threw it away.

Zhao Rang acted like this, and Jin Sanliang couldn't help but praise it very much.

If you throw the bag directly, the opposite side will definitely not touch it.

Who knows if you have silver or poison in this bag?

But by revealing it and seeing it clearly, you can avoid this misunderstanding.

But this group of bandits didn't look at this bag of white silver, but picked it up with a scabbard and threw it back, and the strength was excellent, and it happened to fall in the gap between Jin Sanliang and Zhao Rang.

"Vice President Jin, five hundred taels of silver is only enough to send one person."

It's very plain.

It means that if the road is to be paved with silver, each of the fifty or so people present must have five hundred taels to do it.

Jin Sanliang can endure this politeness for the sake of a momentary calm, but he will not satisfy the other party's desires without a bottom line, and immediately stared at him and said:

"It seems that Your Excellency is trying to fight hard!"

The person on the other side laughed loudly when he heard this:

"The surname Jin in the Admiralty Dart Bureau is the capital of the Golden Bell Jar, I am not so uninteresting, and I want to have a hard time with the first horizontal kung fu in the rivers and lakes."

As soon as these words came out, Jin Sanliang was also a little puzzled.

The other party doesn't want the money, and he doesn't want to do it, so is it possible to waste it like this?

"I want to be alone!"

Zhao Rang subconsciously looked at the Taoist priests who were surrounded in the center, except for a thin and shorter Taoist priest who was a little nervous, the rest all looked like they were not thinking about anything.

However, since the other party clarified the conditions, Jin Sanliang still opened his mouth and asked:

"Except for the Taoist masters of Baihe Mountain, the rest of the guys, including the dart masters, are just laymen who are not in the stream. I don't know who has such a big face to make the hero so worried! ”

The robber led by him raised his arm, stretched out his right hand and pointed at Zhao Rang and said:

"That's him!"

Jin Sanliang looked at Zhao Rang incredulously.

Before, he only felt that Zhao Rang was tall and heroic. In his gestures, there is a kind of demeanor that other Jianghu guests do not have, which should be a bit of a background, so in line with the principle of not offending and making friends if they can befriend, they are polite to them.

People who eat the bowl of darts are most afraid that there are not enough friends, and there are many ways with multiple friends!

If in the past, Zhao Rang was a hired Jianghu guest, and the remuneration had already been paid, and he had to hand over the matter when he met the other side.

But after thinking about it, Jin Sanliang felt that he must not be reckless before figuring out Zhao Rang's identity and background. In case of offending a very important person or force, it will not be easy to take the entire Admiralty dart game, so he simply toughened it to the end, saying:

"Although this brother is not a member of my Admiralty Dart Bureau, he is his own brother on the same trip. The hero's request is like letting Jin cut off his siblings, forgive him! ”

The robber on the other side was silent for a moment before he spoke again:

"I said, Jin Sanliang, are you having a bad head? His master wore such a big green hat for you back then, don't you remember? ”

Hearing this, Jin Sanliang turned his head and stared at him, looked at Zhao Rang, and asked word by word:

"Are you Shang Eleven's apprentice?"

Zhao Rang was confused.

Of course, he had heard of the name Shang Shiyi, who was a well-known three-rank martial arts master in the north. With his self-created eleven knife techniques, he is known as the king of swords in the north.

But Zhao Rang has nothing to do with this person, and he has never even met him, let alone become his apprentice.

In a hurry, he didn't know how to justify, but he heard the robber who was the leader say:

"Look at his knife!"

Zhao Rang's saber from the Western Regions was obtained after killing the dog leg of Zheng Gongzi in Ye Sanniang's inn.

Jin Sanliang didn't pay attention to it before, but now he looked at it and found that the knife had no scabbard and hung empty from his waist.

Everyone in the world knows that Shang 11 used a Western Regions saber without a scabbard.

On the way from Baihe Mountain to Yangguan, along the way, people were talking about this fledgling descendant of the sword king, saying that on the first day he entered the rivers and lakes, he killed a water bandit who had been entrenched in the west of the Taishang River for more than 20 years. And like his master, he used a Western Regions saber without a scabbard.

"I'm not Shang Shiyi's apprentice."

Zhao Rang finally came back to his senses and explained.

Jin Sanliang obviously didn't believe it.

The unscabbarded Western Regions saber hanging from his waist was ironclad evidence, more useful than any explanation.

How many people in the world will carry a knife without a scabbard? And then he happened to be hired by the Admiralty Dart Bureau as a Jianghu guest and went to the Western Regions to dart?

This coincidence cannot be said to be absent, but it does not exist at all!

Jin Sanliang's eyes when he looked at Zhao Rang changed a few times in an instant.

How could he forget that incident many years ago?

Such a thing, as long as it is a man, he will never forget it until he dies!

But Jin Sanliang looked at the Admiralty Dart Bureau vest worn by Zhao Rang, and then looked at the darts on the carriage behind him and the group of Taoist priests from Baihe Mountain, and then sighed heavily, and said to the robbers opposite:

"Hand or death?"

The robber led by him was slightly stunned.

The rules of the rivers and lakes are that each side chooses one person to fight alone. Passing the fate is to all come forward and fight in a melee.

After weighing it for a long time, the robber led by him let out a cold snort:

"Okay! Today, I should give the Admiralty Dart Bureau a face, but this dart will always run out! ”

With that, the man tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and the horse's hooves kicked up a thick cloud of smoke.

When the dart masters saw that the robbers were about to leave, they were all relieved and their swords were sheathed.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Rang suddenly shouted.

Immediately after that, his body was short, his robe flew over, and the unscabbarded Western Regions saber at his waist was already in his hand, and more than a dozen knives were slashed out towards the place shrouded in smoke and dust in front of him.

The sword light condensed but did not disperse, condensed into an impermeable net in mid-air, and caged forward.

Even soot is no exception.

The grit was cut into smaller particles, and the spill became larger and larger with the sound of the knife.

Zhao Rang closed his eyes slightly, not letting the sand and dust enter his eyes, and only observed the surroundings with his ears.

Soon, three miserable howls reached his ears.

Zhao Rang heard that only two of them were true.

Anyone who has been stabbed will not feel the pain at the first time, and will even feel a warmth emerging from the wound.

When the pain hits like a tidal wave, the throat has long been tightened by the severe pain, so the real screams are hoarse and intermittent, and only the pretended screams will be as loud as the third.

Zhao Rang didn't know what he was pretending to be stabbed for, he just thought he was stupid.

When the vision is obscured by smoke and dust, the ears become eyes. Any sound that comes out at this time will reveal where you are.

Barely reacting, Zhao Rang slashed at his right front.

A mist of blood exploded from the smoke.

Tiny pieces of grit, heavy from the blood, fell one after another, and their vision gradually returned to normal.

Jin Sanliang, who was standing at the forefront, saw three corpses lying behind him.

Two of them had their chests neatly split open, and along with their ribs and hearts, they were all cut in half.

Another man's head landed at his feet, and the blood in his cavity was still bubbling outward.

"Alright, shall we move on?"

Zhao Rang unhurriedly wiped the blood stains on the knife on his coat, turned around and walked towards the team.

The corners of Jin Sanliang's mouth twitched slightly, then he took a sharp breath, slammed three punches in a row on the golden bell that he was carrying, and said with the melodious sound of the bell:

"Let's go!"