Bang, bang!

With a collision, the steel knife flew out of Senior Brother Zheng's hand and nailed straight into the wall.

The Yunmo Sect's disciples breathed tighter: the sword wind that extinguished the candle flame was obviously not cut by Senior Brother Zheng, but the bamboo cutter came first—this sword was definitely faster than any of his swords at the Golden Sword Gate.

The room was dark, except for the glimmer of light from the windows. Hong Chen didn't turn around from beginning to end, and continued to walk forward, his right hand holding the knife fell back to his side from behind, and his left hand had climbed onto the windowsill, about to jump down.

"Hugh away!"

Senior Brother Zheng shouted again, reached out to pull out the steel knife on the wall, but felt a pain in his arm from the inside to the outside, and he grabbed the handle of the knife in pain, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

At this time, the two Yunmo Sect disciples who were close ran to Hong Chen's side and drew their swords to stop each other. Hong Chen swung another knife, and they involuntarily took a step back, dodging the slash, for fear that the knife in their hands would also be knocked away.

Hong Chen finally jumped down from the window, and the two Yunmo Sect disciples hesitated for a moment, and then jumped down as well.

Qi Yue ran to the window and said, "Senior Brother Zheng, you stay here to take care of Senior Sister Wang!" said and took the other two Yunmo Sect disciples to jump out of the window as well.

Senior Brother Zheng couldn't pull out the knife nailed to the wall, and when he wanted to protect Senior Sister Wang, the responsibility was even greater, so he stayed with peace of mind, and turned his head and said anxiously: "Senior Zhang, please help!"

"That kid has a relationship with people in the Demon Cult, and I'm also quite interested. ”

Zhang Zicha's hand injury has not healed, but he withdrew his hand from Zha Yugui's palm, and before he could give the order, the Jianghe Gang had already rushed down the stairs.

Zhang Zichai then hurried downstairs in small steps, Zha Yugui didn't say anything, and followed closely behind Zhang Zichai step by step.

Ma Sihai shouted, "Master, I'll go too!" but instead of going up the stairs, he jumped out of the window.

The street is wide, and the shops on both sides have long since closed, except for a dim sum shop with a lamp, and the smell of steamed cakes comes from it.

When Ma Sihai jumped down from the second floor, there seemed to be a gust of wind under his burly body, supporting him to fly several feet away, and when he landed, he happened to follow Qi Yue and the three of them.

Bang!

Plop! Plop!

On a stone bridge, the two Yunmo Sect disciples who were chasing in front of them had swords in their hands, and because they jumped up and slashed in the air, they were also shocked by the huge force and fell into the canal under the bridge.

The obstruction of the two was not without effect, Hong Chen delayed for two breaths, and when he was about to run down the stone bridge, there were two sounds of breaking the sky, and Ma Sihai and Qi Yue both performed light skills to sweep over his head, fell to the bridge, and blocked the way.

"Little brother, you stay. As Ma Sihai spoke, he tied up his long sleeves and the hem of his robe, "Wait, say a few words." ”

Hong Chen glanced at Ma Sihai, glanced at Qi Yue, and then looked back at the others who were approaching, and said: "My mouth is too stupid, I can't say anything clearly, for many days, people have never listened to me, and even if they listen, they probably don't believe it." ”

Qi Yue said: "My junior brothers and sisters are not unreasonable people, but they are still inexperienced, and they often take care of their actions because they are anxious and can't take care of their actions, so they use their hands instead of reasoning. It would be best if everyone was willing to calm down and speak calmly. ”

Hong Chen sighed and said, "But I'm in a mess now, and I don't want to say anything." ”

At this time, the remaining disciples of the Yunmo faction, the Jianghe Gang, Zhang Zichai, and Zha Yugui all went to the stone bridge. The two Yunmo Sect disciples who fell into the water also swam ashore and walked towards the bridge.

Zhang Zi chased to the front of the group, arched his fists with both hands, and said: "You are so young, your kung fu is so handsome, the old Zhang Zichai is willing to make you a friend." ”

Hong Chen turned around and said, "Friend, but I don't know you well. Can we only be friends if we don't get to know each other? Seeing that others are good at doing good work and being friends is a bit utilitarian. ”

The Jianghe Gang members said one after another: "The elder is willing to fold the knots and hand them over, it is to give you face, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" "Don't pretend to be disgusting!" "Elder, this person really doesn't know what to do, teach him a lesson first!"

Zhang Zichai didn't think he was angry, and his smile did not diminish at all: "I have a good personality, and I want to make friends with you even more." May I ask the name of the honorable person, who is the master? ”

"My surname is Hong Mingchen, the flood of the torrent, the star of the stars. Hong Chen said the original words when Ji Cha was named, and said, "Master, are you asking who my master is?"

Zhang Zichai nodded yes, Hong Chen shook his head and said, "Master's name, I don't know." Maybe he didn't tell me a name, or maybe no one named him in the first place. Everyone else just called him 'the man from the bamboo house'. ”

The disciples of the Yunmo Sect were furious when they heard this, and said in their hearts: Didn't you say that you didn't have a name before? How did you have a name today? It can be seen that you lied in the past. You are a liar, and the words of your mouth are not to be believed. Maybe your name is also fake, and you're lying from beginning to end.

Zhang Zichai said: "A master outside the world, often folds bamboo as a house, and lives a pleasant life, your martial arts are so high, the master must be a very powerful senior." ”

Hong Chen shook his head again: "My master is not powerful, I saw him beaten several times by selling fish, and his nose and face were swollen." ”

Zhang Zichai asked: "Who is the fish seller?"

Hong Chen replied: "Yuqiang is a fisherman. ”

Zhang Zichai choked for a while before he said the next sentence: "Then who is your companion, and what does it have to do with the Demon Sect?"

Hong Chen said: "His surname is Ji Mingcha, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called 'tea pickers'." ”

Zha Yugui said "ah", and said to himself: "It turned out to be a tea picker, no wonder." ”

Zhang Zichai turned his head and asked, "Doctor Cha, what's the wonder?"

Cha Yugui said slowly: "No wonder you run away so fast." ”

"The tea picker specializes in stealing the weapons on the Yunzhou weapon spectrum, and what was stolen from your house is a steel broken jade gun!"

Zhang Zichai's tone of voice was a little angry.

Zha Yugui turned to Hong Chen and asked, "You haven't answered what he has to do with the Demon Sect." ”

Hong Chen remembered that Ji Cha claimed to be the leader of the Demon Sect, but he had promised not to mention it to outsiders, so he said, "Does he have anything to do with the Demon Sect? ”

"The Netherworld Ghost Palm is the exclusive legend of the Demon Sect, you saw him use it with your own eyes in the Golden Sword Gate that day, and you dare to say that you don't know!" A wet Yunmo Sect disciple heard this, he couldn't hold back his anger, and said loudly, "Seniors, don't be deceived by this kid!" He was talking nonsense, and he didn't tell the truth. He seems to be pure, and he is mixed up with the Demon Sect thieves, and maybe he is also a Demon Sect thief!"

Zhang Zichai nodded slowly, and his voice became much thicker: "Little friend Hong, if you insist on refusing to tell the truth, I can only ask you to go." As he spoke, he stepped forward, as if he was ready to make a move.

"Why don't you all believe my words and let me go with you?" Hong Chen shook his head again and again, and raised the bamboo cutting knife in his hand, "I won't be stopped by you." ”

"Then it's going to see how good you are!"

Zhang Zichai's voice increased suddenly, and before he could say a word, his hands turned into claws and grabbed Hong Chen's wrist.

"Senior, be careful!"

The disciples of the Yunmo Sect reminded one after another. Bamboo cutters once had a hundred moves with Uncle Song Xiao to break the knife before he was defeated, although Zhang Zichai is also a martial arts predecessor who has been famous for many years, but I am afraid that it is much worse than Uncle Song Xiao.

At that time, Hong Chen sighed and waved his knife, and in an instant, Zhang Zichai felt a pain in both wrists, hurriedly withdrew his hand, looked down and saw a red blood mark on each of his left and right wrists, his expression suddenly became much more serious, he took two steps back, bowed his hand and said, "Thank you for your mercy." Knowing that he was too big, he wanted to snatch the knife from the other party's hand with his flesh, if Hongchen had the intention of hurting people, these hands would be separated from his wrists forever.

"Then I'm leaving. ”

Hong Chen turned around and was about to leave again. Cha Yugui suddenly shouted at this time: "You better stay!" snatched the long stick in the hand of a certain Jianghe gang member on his side, and the head of the stick fell like a meteor catching the moon.

Hong Chen's side knife shook the stick head, Zha Yugui did not relent, and the stick head on the other side fell to Hong Chen's waist, but the bamboo cutting knife seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and the blade once again latched the long stick. Zha Yugui was blocked two moves in succession, but the speed of the stick did not slow down at all, one stick after another hit more than a dozen sticks in a row, and the sound of the wind was like a tiger howling wolf.

Everyone was stunned, and the bald doctor, who was still sleepy-eyed, took a stick in his hand and became an inappropriate warrior. Zhang Zichai shook his beard: "Many years have passed, and his kung fu is not low at all!" Ma Sihai saw everyone's expressions, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, thinking: "Master's set of 'six disease sticks' will shock you like this, if you have a spear in your hand and play a set of 'seven killing guns', you still have to pee your pants!"