"Son, borrow your sword for me. Looking at the three slowly approaching Pu knives, the hunter stretched out his hand to Ren Pingsheng.

"The sword is in the man. Ren Pingsheng didn't hand the sword over, "You taught." ”

The hunter sighed, withdrew his hand and said, "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, stay alive, you have to be busy today." ”

"Understood". Ren Pingsheng responded, and saw three big men, who had already arrived in front of the hunter.

"You shouldn't interfere in the affairs of Xiangxingtang. Scar said coldly, "Many times, good intentions are overflowing, and it is easy to do bad things. ”

The hunter seemed to turn a blind eye to the coercion of the three sword-wielding men, and said with a smile: "But do what you want." It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. ”

Three differences, no more nonsense with him.

The crowd around them also quieted down, and the pin drop could be heard.

Three knives, from three directions, flashed three sword lights, slashing towards the hunter.

This made Ren Pingsheng very embarrassed, is it okay for me to appear today? But the other party seems to have no interest in this eleven-and-a-half-year-old boy.

A sword fluttered and trembled. There was no sword light, only a black sword shadow.

The boy walked with the sword, but no one saw his small body. Because people only see the shadow of the sword.

Ren Pingsheng's palms were a little sweaty, because he had never tried this type of "heavenly hatred".

"Ding", "Ding", "Ding", three crisp sounds. It doesn't seem to be a sword, but a small hammer in the musician's hand hitting the chime. The three sword lights had already stopped halfway.

The three big men couldn't see what was going on, but they only felt a sharp shock in their wrists. The knife that was cut halfway was bounced back, and the back of the knife almost hit him.

After finally stabilizing the rebounding Pu Dao, the Fucha realized that between themselves and the hunter, there was a child who was only at the height of their chest.

In the child's hand, he held a rusty broad-bladed iron sword.

Is there a ghost?

"Boy, I don't want to die!" shouted, "I haven't tried the pleasure of being a man, what are you doing in a hurry to die?"

Scar was anxious, his eyes widened, and he said to his two companions: "Don't be verbose, the beard is small, Yin San, we chop the big one, hurry up your hands and feet, don't miss today's business." ”

When the eldest brother spoke, the beard could only do so, and walked towards the young man step by step with a simple knife in his hand.

"Boy, just because you dared to stand up just now, I am quite optimistic about you. After a few years with us, you can have some future. ”

Beard sighed, and continued, "It's a pity that your life is not good, and you have a stubborn father." ”

The bearded Pu Dao was already pointing forward, and the blade flashed coldly, "When you get over there, don't blame me, don't blame Xiangxingtang, if you want to blame, blame your nosy Lao Tzu who harms the world." ”

Then, the beard got his hands dirty. He is proficient in knife skills, and he doesn't need to withdraw his knife to save his strength, so he directly turned his wrist and pulled a knife flower. The sword flower extended a perfect arc and slashed towards the young man's right hand holding the sword.

Scar and Yin San also made a move. The two swung their knives at the same time, one left and one right, and pounced on the hunter.

The hunter clasped his hands to his chest, simply closed his eyes at the two surging sword lights, and shouted, "Pingsheng, it's up to you." ”

I've seen a pit baby, but I've never seen someone who risked his life to pit a baby! Ren Pingsheng was full of slander.

The knife of the beard did not meet the block, and it was unexpectedly smooth.

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he had seen a thin arm, attached to the great broadsword of great incongruity, departing from his body, blood splattering, and he sighed regretfully.

Since it's too smooth, of course it just doesn't hit anything.

When Hu Zi suddenly came to his senses, he still saw a thick arm fly out, connected with a bright and dangling Pu knife, hit Hu Zi, and then fell into the dust.

The blood splattered from the severed arms stained the clothes of his beard red.

Only then did the beard see clearly, and the arms that fell to the ground were full of valgus scars.

The crowd on the other side spread out in panic like a tide, because another severed arm holding Pu's knife flew towards the crowd, dripping with blood and terrifying.

Then everyone heard two screams. Scar and Yin San each looked at the huge bloody gap in their right shoulder and screamed in horror.

The beard hurriedly turned around with a horizontal knife and headed in the direction where the screams came from, with no intention of fighting, but begging for self-defense.

But before Pu Dao could cross in front of him, he had already seen a shallow, blue firework in front of him, from top to bottom, as fast as lightning. Flashed away.

"Good thing I didn't hit!" said the bearded reflexively, but immediately heard a scream from his own mouth, for he first felt the hand holding the knife unconscious, and then saw his arm leave his arm and fall to the ground.

The cut on his arm was smoothed until blood gushed out.

What a fast sword!

The three of them were earthy, and they screamed in panic for a long time before they gradually fell silent, leaving only a continuous moan.

I was able to calm down, mainly because I was bleeding too much and couldn't scream anymore. They are now either lying on the ground, or they are lying down in the dust, and they are groaning terribly.

"That's the people of Xiangxingtang, what can I do about this?" The people around him began to feel uneasy, and no one was afraid of being burned.

"Let's let, let's let, I'm passing by. ”

"Okay, help those injured people, maybe people will be able to read some love in the future. ”

......

The crowd was in an uproar, but unsurprisingly, more than half of it dispersed. I don't know how to help those who stay, and more importantly, where is the young man with the iron sword still standing, although he is thin and small, he is standing like a mountain.

There was no trace of blood on the rusty sword without a blade, perhaps because the sword was too fast to get bloody, or maybe it was not his chopping at all.

But in any case, the people around did not dare to take a step into the circle.

"Oh, the heavenly spirit, the earth spirit, the Taishang Laojun will soon appear. Guilt, guilt......" A high-pitched voice shouted from outside the chaotic crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a man wearing a scarf and a gossip robe, holding a sticker in one hand and a hexagram flag of "half an immortal in the world, a god in the world" in the other, stumbling into the circle of people, and came to the three seriously injured Fu Cha with broken arms.

"It's terrible, at such a young age, why are you so ruthless. Hey, these three brothers, don't be resentful, I see that the three of them are blackened and their faces are pale today. It's a pity, it's a pity, why didn't you meet me earlier. ”

The hexagram seller, the roe deer face and rat whiskers, this series of sighs and sighs really makes people feel a little compassionate.

"Fate, fate, it can be seen that if there is a nobleman, if there is not, you will see the evil god. Anyway, let me meet the old immortal, and it can be regarded as a little blessing in your misfortune. ”

The old man who sold hexagrams talked nonsense one after another to the injured who were lying on the ground and howling, but in the end, he did not forget to brag and show off, and the people around him were already dissatisfied and booed again and again.

The hunter father and son didn't care, anyway, they didn't care if the three people on the ground were dead or alive. I offended Xiangxingtang today, and the more tragic battle is still to come.

It's just that the hexagram seller suddenly appeared, and a gag can also slightly relieve the tense heartstrings.

Someone in the crowd began to shout and curse. All the hostility began to point to the old trickster who pretended to be a god.

People do not dare to confront the evil of the strong, but they often have the courage to condemn the inaction of the weak.

With objects that don't feel threatened, such as the old way in front of you, and the keyboard that appeared in an unknown era, many cowardly people can grow a chivalrous courage out of thin air.

"The quail runs, the magpie flies. People are unscrupulous, I think brothers, magpies are squeezing, quails are running. People are unscrupulous, I thought you were king!" In the midst of the surging emotions, the hexagram seller suddenly sang sadly.

"You're coming! What is Lao Tzu's plan? Calculate the hexagram for others to eliminate disasters, and I can still collect a few copper coins of hexagram gold; when I see injustice on this road, I can save the dead and help the wounded, who should I ask for the money for the soup and medicine?"

The more the hexagram master spoke, the more excited he became, dancing with his hands, and he had the posture of wanting to fight with everyone.

When everyone saw his grief and indignation, they couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at the three wounded people who were sitting or walking on the ground, I didn't know what the diviner had done, but the severed arm was no longer bleeding, and I couldn't see the terrible flesh and bones that were exposed, but a thick layer of black powder.

Strangely, the powder was firmly attached to the fracture and was not washed away by the blood.

In a moment, the three seriously injured Fu Fu seemed to recover a little, and looked at Lao Dao blankly. Only then did everyone know that the old way of selling hexagrams really saved these people.

But no one could see how he made a move just now.