Sitting from the coffin was a middle-aged man, who looked to be forty-five or sixteen years old, with a purple face and a mole the size of a fingernail in the center of his forehead. He has a three-inch beard on his chin.

This person is the purple-faced star Zheng Meng.

Evil Toutuo reported in a low voice: "Master, there is a scuffle there. There are people from Little Thunder God and Li Si, as well as many faceless masters, and people from Qianjia City. It is estimated that the Shura knife is also here. Yu Qing has never appeared. What now?"

Zheng Meng didn't know where those faceless people came from, but the Shura Sword really made him very jealous.

Zheng Meng said with a solemn face: "Since the Shura Dao is also here, it seems that this coffin town can no longer stay." We've got to go. ”

Zheng Meng came out of the coffin, he closed the lid of the coffin, and then walked to the eighth coffin in the second row.

Zheng Meng tapped twice on the coffin, the lid was pushed open, and a young woman came out of the coffin.

The woman looks seventeen or eighteen years old, small and exquisite, but also slightly plump.

Every part of the body, the plump place, the thin place, is just right.

The woman's beautiful face gives a sense of kindness and serenity, and under her long eyelashes are a pair of black jewel-like eyes.

The eyes are clear and clean, as if they are not stained with the dust of the world.

The woman is Zheng Yiqiao four years later.

She is twenty-one years old.

These days, Zheng Yiqiao and his father are hiding in coffins in warehouses.

Bada brought food in every day.

Zheng Meng said to his daughter: "Qiao'er, the Shura knife is here, it's not easy to stay here for a long time, let's go." ”

Zheng Yiqiao sighed, and she said faintly: "Dad, we have been hiding in Tibet for the past four years, when will we be the head?" ”

When he came to avoid trouble, Zheng Meng dismissed the Tianfeng Bureau, and since then, he has taken his daughter and two cronies to live a life of hiding incognito in Tibet.

Zheng Meng was also tired of such days, but he had no choice, for the sake of the picture on his body, for the sake of the sacred mission, he had to continue to hide.

Zheng Meng didn't know how to answer his daughter, he said helplessly: "Keep hiding." ”

The three of them came to the door of the warehouse, and Evil Toutou opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the evil head was suddenly startled.

The father and daughter of the Zheng family were also stunned.

Outside the warehouse door, the lights are bright. There were twenty or thirty men standing. All are "Facelings". Several of them had torches in their hands. Illuminate the surroundings.

At the front stood a fair woman. To her left stood a gnome with a masked face, and to her right stood a man wearing a cyan mask.

The woman's appearance is very similar to Xu Wangsheng back then.

Maybe this is the forgetfulness of life four years later.

The woman is the little master.

The little master specially disguised himself as the appearance of forgetting his life back then, just to meet his good sisters back then.

Back then, among the three female disciples of the River King, Xu Wangsheng and Qiao'er had the best relationship, just like sisters. Because both of them are so well-behaved and kind.

Of course, the well-behaved and kind people who forget their lives are pretended.

Qiao'er's well-behaved kindness is her nature.

The little master looked at Qiao'er with a very special and indescribable gaze, and she said softly: "Qiao'er, I haven't seen you for four years. I'm really happy to meet you. ”

Zheng Yiqiao stared at the little master, she was kind until now, and it was difficult for her to figure out why she had harmed them.

Recalling the sisterhood back then, Zheng Yiqiao's big black eyes were full of resentment and tears.

Zheng Yiqiao said sadly: "Forget your life, you deceived us so hard back then." The master treats you so well, and I treat you as a sister, why do you want to harm us?"

At this moment, Zheng Yiqiao's appearance is pitiful.

"Qiao'er, there are some things that can't be explained. But you have to believe one thing, I don't want to hurt you. Speaking of this, Xu Wusheng emphasized in another tone. "You're the only person I don't want to hurt. ”

Zheng Yiqiao said: "Since you don't want to hurt me, then please let me and my father go." ”

Xu Wusheng said: "I didn't let them rush in, but waited for you at the door, just to give your father and daughter a chance." Qiao'er, as long as your father hands over that picture, I will take someone away immediately. From now on, I won't bother you again. You and your dad can live in peace. ”

At this time, the surface man also spoke.

The blue-faced man changed his voice and said to Zheng Meng: "Brother Zheng, the one who knows the times is Junjie, as your friend, I also want to give it a chance." Get that picture out there.

Due to the change in the voice of the blue-faced man, Zheng Mengzheng could not tell who the green-faced man was for a while.

Zheng Meng said with a resolute face: "Since you are my friend, you know my personality! If you want to die, I want to have it! Let go of my daughter, I will give you my life!"

Zheng Qiaoer understands that it is even more difficult to escape tonight than to ascend to the sky, she doesn't want to die, and she doesn't want her father to die. Qiao'er didn't know what secret the picture was hiding, she looked at her father with pleading eyes and said, "Dad, just give it to them." Otherwise, we won't want to live in peace in this life. ”

Zheng Meng said: "Dad, I'm sorry for you." ”

With that, Zheng Meng's figure swept towards the little master. Zheng Meng's face also became fierce. The moles on his forehead seemed to be swollen. Zheng Meng's hand was full of true qi, and he grabbed the little master with his five fingers curled.

Zheng Meng practiced the Iron Palm Gong.

This grasp is like an iron hook.

Zheng Meng originally wanted to capture the little master and force everyone to submit, but he didn't expect that the little master's martial arts were even higher than him.

Just when Zheng Meng was about to catch the little master, the figure of the little master disappeared in front of Zheng Meng's eyes, and the little master's figure was like a butterfly above Zheng Meng.

At the same time, two "butterflies" suddenly appeared in the firelight and flew towards Zheng Meng.

Beautiful butterflies with a soul-snatching light.

Zheng Meng had never seen such a strange martial art, Zheng Meng turned his back, and a pair of iron palms struck at the two "butterflies". At the same time, Zheng Meng shouted at her daughter to let her go.

Seeing this, Evil Toutuo pushed Zheng Yiqiao into the warehouse.

"Miss, let's go!"

At this moment, the blue-faced man moved, and his body came towards the warehouse door very quickly.

The evil head roared and swung his sword at the blue-faced man. The blue-faced man dodged the evil head's knife, and the two fought together. The martial arts of the blue-faced people are much higher than that of the evil head, and the evil head is also relying on the courage of being strong and dying, and temporarily entangles the green-faced people.

At this moment, several faceless people also swept towards the warehouse door, preparing to enter the warehouse to catch Zheng Yiqiao.

The first Faceling had just swept to the warehouse door when a sword light flew out of the doorway and sank into the Faceling's chest.

A stream of blood gushed out of the Faceling's chest, and the man fell backwards on his back.

Zheng Yiqiao held a sword in his right hand, and his figure also swept out of the warehouse door.

Four years ago, Zheng Yiqiao joined the Hewang sect, which was to learn superb martial arts to avenge his mother. According to Zheng Yiqiao's characteristics, the river king taught her a set of "Dream Clearing Sword Techniques".

In the past four years, Zheng Yiqiao has also been practicing penance.

Martial arts have also made great progress.

Zheng Yiqiao would never leave his father and run for his life alone.

Zheng Yiqiao swung his sword, and the sword shadow was like a dream, like a water moon, and a flower in the fog, making it difficult to distinguish the trajectory. The shadow of the sword flew towards the two Facelings in front of them. One of them had a good light skill, and his body swept backwards sharply to avoid it, and the other could not avoid Zheng Yiqiao's sword, and was pierced by a sword and fell to the ground and died.

Zheng Yiqiao's figure also swept up, ready to go over to entangle the little master, so that his father could get out.

The big-headed gnome clapped his hand, and a figure swept through the Facelings. This person's figure was extremely fast, and the flute in his hand hit Zheng Yiqiao. The faceless man also spoke up: "Miss Zheng used the Qingmeng Sword Technique in the Great River King Catalogue, right? ”

This faceless master doesn't know where it came from, and his tone is quite big.

At this moment, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you! You don't deserve to carry shoes to the River King!"