It's the horse bandit of Eagle Sorrow Gully!

Zhi Hunting's eyes swept over the bald braided hair of the horse bandits, and his heart was slightly cold, and he quietly bypassed the main gate and approached the crowd of onlookers on the other side.

"Wang Hezi!" A coquettish voice came from afar, the red pity, the snow powder face was mighty, the willow eyebrows were upside down, and he rushed out in a hurry, his beautiful eyes glared left and right, and the slender jade fingers pointed directly at the horse bandit who was the leader, "You are a pickled talent who kills a thousand knives, you eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, dare to come to the old lady's territory to spread wild?

"It's not over, you have to play if you don't have to play!" Wang Haozi stood on the back of the horse, and said evilly. He was short, dwarf-like, but his voice was as bright as a bell and full of energy. The horse bandits under him shouted and laughed lewdly, and played with knives and made noise.

"Oh, it turns out that your Wang Hemp didn't eat leopard gall, but ate the tiger whip to make spring!" Hong Lianxue forked her small waist with her left hand, and smiled hotly and wantonly, "But is it useful? With your gadgets under three inches, you can't find it in your crotch, and you still want to play with the old lady?"

The onlookers laughed loudly, and some good deeds shouted: "I can't find the eggs, but there are a lot of pockmarks!"

Everyone laughed again, and Wang Haozi's old face was flushed, and the pockmarks on his face were bulging, as if he was about to drip blood.

"Look, that thing is not congested, the pockmarks on the face are congested!" "Wonderful, wonderful! As the saying goes, gather sand into a tower, and these hundreds of pockmarks are stacked long enough to withstand that thing." "Isn't that an embroidery needle?" The crowd continued to use foul language, not to help Hong Lianxue, but to deliberately fan the flames and provoke a vicious fight between the two sides.

Wang Haozi was so angry that he thundered, and roared with a knife: "Shut up the fuck for Lao Tzu! Whoever farts again, Lao Tzu will skin him alive!" The horse chopping knife weighing hundreds of catties swirled in the air, the wind howled, the sand and stones were flying, and the surging air waves pressed everyone back.

"Which one is farting, and it's still so loud?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded, and Zhijia Zhen followed the prestige, and on the roof diagonally opposite Yihong Courtyard, a man in green clothes sat up yawning, twisted his eyes, and popped out casually.

He was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and was quite handsome, with long black hair stained with mud, a ponytail tied haphazardly with vines, and a pale blue stubble on his chin. An unsheathed iron sword was loosely inserted into the belt, and the rust was mottled and seemed to break if it was broken.

Wang Haozi looked up at the man, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile: "It turned out to be Liu Gongzi." ”

"You're disturbing people's dreams. Liu Gongzi stretched, and Shi Shiran jumped off the roof. Zhi Hunt really stared at his dangling rusty sword, and the eight-winged golden cicada sensed a hint of danger.

"Young Master Liu, what are you going to do here?" Wang Haozi watched Liu Gongzi approach step by step, his heart was cold, and he shouted loudly, and raised his horse slashing knife high above his head. The thousand-mile Xuan Leopard Horse under the crotch was restless, and raised its neck and let out a "hissing" sound.

"Of course, I went to the kiln and drank flower wine. Liu Gongzi glanced at Wang Haozi, and his feet did not stop. His eyes were dark and bright, but his expression was very lazy. Zhijia really seemed to see a tiger walking in the sun, and slowly walked towards Yihongyuan.

The horse bandits looked at Wang Haozi with trepidation, who froze on his horse, his forehead throbbing, and the palm of his grip on the hilt of the knife oozed sticky sweat. The surname Liu is a frequent visitor to Yihong Courtyard, and he must stand up for Hong Lianxue. This person's swordsmanship is amazing, and it is rumored that he comes from the Dao Sect, and if he resists hard, he will probably not be pleased. But if he retreats in front of everyone, his murderous reputation will be completely over, and his subordinates will no longer obey him, and he will not even be able to keep the territory of Yingchou Gully.

"Wang Hezi, your courage is getting smaller and smaller. This is the sheep slaughtering market, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, he must obediently obey the rules!" a thin man in blood appeared on the street, with narrow eyebrows and eyes, pale complexion, and his hands in his sleeves, and walked over without hurry.

"What Brother Cui said makes sense! Whoever breaks the rules will be against the four bosses!" Wang Haozi was overjoyed when he heard this. Cui Zhilian is a well-known murderer in the sheep slaughtering set, with ruthless methods and murderous people. I have done a few deals with him, and I can be regarded as a little friendship.

Cui Zhihuan walked straight towards Liu Gongzi, who turned around and raised his eyelids nonchalantly: "When did the rising star of the Blood River Sect, the third prince of the Great Yan Qinghe family, also start to talk about the rules?"

"Blood River Sect!" the crowd changed color, panicked like a snake and scorpion, and flashed an empty path. Even Wang Haozi was terrified, Cui Zhilian was actually the demon of the Blood River Sect!

The Blood River Sect is one of the six major demon sects of the Cloud Wilderness, and the Blood Shadow Dafa is extremely vicious, demonic and vicious, and specializes in absorbing people's essence and blood vitality and nourishing itself. A hundred years ago, the leader of the Blood River Sect Xie Dusk performed the Blood Shadow Dafa, incarnated as the Blood God Son, and sucked thousands of soldiers in a county town in Great Chu alive.

Cui Zhilian smiled coldly at Liu Gongzi at the end of the empty road: "This is neither the Xishu Liu family of Great Chu nor the Tiankun Snow Mountain of the Sword Sect, so naturally we have to talk about the rules." Liu Lingfeng Liu Gongzi, I'm not wrong, right?"

Everyone was in an uproar again, Wang Haozi was dumbfounded when he heard it, Liu Gongzi stayed in the sheep slaughterhouse for ten years, sleeping and drinking all day long, looking for flowers and asking Liu, who wants to be so big?

Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes flashed, the Xishu Liu family and the Qinghe Cui family are all 10,000-year-old families of Zhong Ming Dingshi, the Sword Sect ranks among the top three among the ten major Dao Sects of Great Chu, and the Blood River Sect is second only to the Heavenly Demon Gate at the head of the Demon Gate, and the two sides work for Da Chu and Da Yan respectively. Liu Lingfeng and Cui Zhilian have been lurking and slaughtering sheep for many years, and there must be a hidden secret. Now that the two of them are openly tearing their faces, could it be that Da Chu and Da Yan, a pair of old enemies, want to go to war?

In the crowd, there were several eyes flashing and sneaking away. If Chu and Yan start a war, the Great Jin will inevitably be involved, and then all parties in the Eight Desolations will be ready to move, and the Dao Gate and the Demon Gate will usher in a big collision in full swing!

"If the rules are useful, what do you need to do with your fists?" Liu Lingfeng said lazily, hooking his fingers at Cui Zhilian, "Come on, let me see how much Brother Cui's Great Blood Demon Hand has grown compared to ten years ago?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Cui Zhilian's mouth, and when he was about to approach Liu Lingfeng, his steps suddenly stopped. The bloody clothes on his body puffed up and rolled up and down, as if turning into a surging river of blood, making a loud noise, exuding a strong and pungent bloody gas.

Liu Lingfeng also did not move, and the rusty sword tied to his waist suddenly shook without wind, swaying lightly back and forth, like a willow fluttering lightly in the wind, and the silent sword qi swayed away.

The two sides looked at each other, exchanged momentum, and neither of them made a move. Zhi Hunt Zhen secretly perceived with the eight-winged golden cicada, both of them were at the peak of refining qi and returning to the gods, and at this moment, they locked each other with their spiritual power, and once the other party revealed their flaws, they would use thunder and slam strikes.

Everyone looked at it for a while, but the two of them still didn't move, and they couldn't help but feel bored. Wang Haozi froze in place, looked at his horse bandits, and then looked at Cui Zhilian. Although this demon of the Blood River Sect was targeted at Liu Lingfeng and supported him, if he retreated, this demon would definitely feel that he had lost face and would not let him go. Gritted his teeth at the moment and said: "Hong Lianxue, Lao Tzu is not a person who has nothing to do." You call the fat tiger out, let Lao Tzu ask a few words, Lao Tzu will turn around and leave, how about it?"

Hong Lianxue was shocked, could it be that this kid Fat Tiger had caused trouble? But her face was silent: "What nonsense do you have, it's the same to the old lady!"

Wang Haozi said sharply: "Fat Tiger, this guy ganged up with outsiders, killed Lao Tzu's brother, and broke the rules of the sheep slaughtering market!"

"Ouch, what a stinky mouth with red lips and white teeth!" Hong Lianxue sneered, "Wang Haozi, you are talking nonsense, don't you just want to blackmail the old lady? The old lady knows that you have recently lost a lot of money in the Golden Hook Gambling House, and you are short of money. Why don't you sell the Daomen elixir you are hiding, you will definitely be able to afford it!"

Wang Haozi was stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of a pair of vague and greedy eyes in the crowd, and suddenly realized, and shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu has a fart elixir!

Hong Lian Xue smiled, her eyes flowing: "Your subordinates once got drunk at the old lady's place and leaked the bottom line!"

A group of horse bandits couldn't help but spy on each other, Wang Haozi was stunned, seeing that Hong Lianxue was making up nonsense, and said something serious, he roared angrily: "Last night, more than a dozen brothers of Lao Tzu disappeared near the sheep slaughterhouse, and only a few old horses with blood ran back to the village. Lao Tzu inquired very clearly, at that time, only Fat Tiger and an outsider entered the sheep slaughtering market, and that outsider finally went to your Yihong Courtyard......"

Hearing this, Zhi Hunt Zhen quietly withdrew from the crowd, turned a corner, turned to the outer wall of the back door of Yihong Courtyard, cast a gecko to swim the wall, turned over silently, and found the fat tiger in the room of Yihong Courtyard.

He was lying on the haystack by the stove, taking a nap with his head upside down, snoring like thunder, and oblivious to the commotion outside.

Zhi Hunt really woke him up, and the fat tiger opened his sleepy eyes and wiped a handful of saliva from the corners of his mouth: "It's you, little fat sheep." He hurriedly took out an oily paper bag from the haystack, sniffed it reluctantly, and handed it to Zhi Zhen, "Look, I promise to invite your braised chicken legs!"

Zhi Jia Zhen took it casually and said in a low voice: "Take me to Eagle Sorrow Ditch." ”