The red-eyed fat man slowly turned around and saw an old man standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The old man was rickety, with a cane in his hand, and there were obvious bruises on his cheeks.

The fat man saw clearly, and said straight in his heart that the bruise was obviously caused by the bandits.

The old man walked into the courtyard and found corpses lying all over the place.

These corpses are all bandits from Black Wind Village.

The old man hung his head, his body trembling.

The fat man subconsciously thought that the old man had seen a dead man and was frightened by the tragic condition of the corpse.

So the fat man asked softly, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to support the old man.

The old man raised his head, his eyes widened angrily, and he shook off the fat man's hands.

The old man said angrily: "How can you kill them all! They are from the Black Wind Village!"

The fat man was surprised and asked, "Why? Can't these people be killed? They are bullying you! Not only robbing you of your food, but also robbing your treasures and girls! Do you always like to be bullied by these bandits and robbers?"

The old man raised his crutches and slammed them on the ground, making a "knock knock" sound.

The old man said angrily: "They want to bully us! You let them bully, if they want to rob money, you let them rob them! If they want to rob food, you let them rob it! If they want to rob the girl, you let them rob it! Why do you want to meddle in your affairs? This is the business of our village, and it is not your turn as an outsider to take care of it!"

"Why did you kill them? You killed them! They will definitely come down to their crimes! When the time comes, everyone's life will be even more difficult and even more difficult!"

As he spoke, the old man's tears flowed down uncontrollably.

The three masters of the Black Wind Village who were lying on the ground laughed, revealing their yellow teeth stained with blood.

"Hahahaha, do you see? Even if you are a disciple of the Wuji Holy Sect, you can't save these people, not only are they not grateful to you, but they also reprimand you for being nosy. ”

"Hahahaha, it's also true, everyone is considered an evil outsider, why do you have to take care of our Black Wind Village?"

The fat man's body trembled, like a deflated ball, and he took a few steps back in despair.

After forcing the fat man back, the old man quickly stepped forward and helped the three masters of the Black Wind Village on the ground up.

The three masters of Black Wind Village sneered again and again, and their faces were full of disdain.

The fat man looked at the farmer on the ground, the peasant woman with a wounded shoulder, and the girl who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and fell into deep thought.

Is it wrong to save people?

Obviously they have been bullied like this, do you have to endure all this all the time?

This... What is the reasoning behind this?

The tall back of the fat man suddenly became vicissitudes.

He is ignorant of the world, rarely goes out, and likes to stay in the Wuji Holy Sect and eat chicken legs on weekdays.

He has done very little for a task like today.

Originally, he thought that killing the people of Black Wind Village was the key to solving the problem.

But now it seems...

At this time, a pair of strong hands supported the fat man's back, so that he could no longer retreat.

The fat man turned his head to see the swordsman standing behind him.

The swordsman said: "You have done a good job, the villagers of the village cannot change the status quo, they can only be forced to accept such a life, and now they are slowly getting used to it." Suddenly one day, you tell them that they are about to be freed, and they are confused, they are frightened, and this is also a sign of surprise. ”

"Brother, you're finally out!"

There was a bit of joy in the fat man's voice.

Song nodded and said, "We must be firm in the path we are about to take, we can't be blinded by the world." ”

The fat man seemed to understand or not, and nodded heavily.

The old man supported the three masters of Heifeng Village, and the three masters seemed to have heard some particularly funny jokes, and began to laugh heartily, laughing so much that tears overflowed from the corners of their eyes.

The third master came to the fat man proudly and jokingly: "Your helper is here, are you going to join hands against me now?"

The three masters shook off the old man's support and stood tremblingly in front of the fat man.

The body of the third master at the moment is more like catkins in the wind, swaying, and there is a possibility of falling all the time.

The fat man's talent is extraordinary, coupled with his cultivation of the Vajra not bad skill that is in line with him, his comprehensive strength is stronger than many martial artists in the same realm.

Although the three masters are also second-rate martial artists, they can't stand the fat man's slap, which is the difference in strength.

The fat man looked at the three masters, and Song Zhong was also staring at the three masters.

The eyes of the two of them stared at the three masters.

The old man was afraid that the two of them would kill the third master again, so he hurriedly said: "You can't do it! He is the third master of Heifeng Village, if you do it, not only will you not survive, but the people of our village will also die!"

Song Zhong frowned, and said coldly, "Now even the Black Wind Village dares to be powerful in front of the Wuji Holy Sect?"

After hearing the Wuji Holy Sect, the three masters couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The third master pretended to be calm and said: "What about the Wuji Holy Sect! Our big master is a first-class master! Look at your outfit, you are just two ordinary disciples, even if you die here, no one will reveal it!"

The third master paused, and then said, "I don't believe that the Wuji Holy Church will stand up for you two ordinary disciples!"

The swordsman behind the fat man slowly stepped forward with an indifferent expression on his face.

The swordsman asked unhurriedly, "Do you know what the end of life is?"

The face of the three masters of Heifeng Village showed a look of horror, and they hurriedly hid behind the old man.

The swordsman continued: "This sword in my hand will tell you!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword was unsheathed.

The three masters saw clearly, the sword light was sharp, exuding a strong sword aura.

Immediately, he felt a chill in his throat.

Lowering his head, he saw that the sword had already passed through his throat and out of his neck!

"You... You..."

The third master raised his finger and pointed at Song Zhong with trembling fingers.

Song Zhong smiled and pulled out the sword above his neck.

When the sword was sheathed, the sound of the three masters falling to the ground was heard.

The old man's back was stained with specks of blood, which was the blood of the three masters of Black Wind Village.

At this moment, the three masters were dying, and the old man was so frightened that he stood in place.

Song Zhong didn't pay attention to the old man, walked straight to the peasant woman, and handed her a bottle of gold sore medicine.

The peasant woman took the gold sore medicine in a daze, and she didn't know whether she was happy or sad in her heart.

Her own female doll doesn't need to go to the thief's den, but the three masters of the thief's den died in their own home...

How good is that!

The peasant woman was at a loss, and she didn't even bother with her daughter and husband.

The female girl on the side blinked her big eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old female dolls, where have you ever seen such a scene?

Not crying is already a kind of strength.

Outside the yard, at the gate.

At some point, a large number of villagers were already standing at the gate.

These villagers came late, and they didn't know what had happened before, only that the three masters of Heifeng Village had died.

Suddenly, a villager asked in a loud voice: "Village Chief, how could the three masters of Heifeng Village die here, and his men!"

The voice of the villagers woke up the old man, and the old man faced the villagers and choked up: "It's the village chief who is useless, and he didn't even protect the three masters, so that they died here, and all this was done by the fat man and the swordsman." Now that the matter has come to this, there is no room for recovery, so let's pack up our things and escape from the village!"

Song Zhong and Wang Cheng looked at each other, and were about to speak to dissuade the villagers from worrying about Heifeng Village.

At this time, another villager said: "In this case, they killed the three masters, so we will arrest them and send them to the big bosses!"

"Yes! Arrest these two murderers!"

"Damn the murderer!"

"They are simply demons sent down from heaven, they are disasters!"

"Grab it! Send it to the big boss and wait for it to be released!"

"That's right, the big boss won't blame us!"

The crowd was excited, and everyone was furious.

Suddenly, someone began to throw stones at Song Zhong.

Song Zhong and the others dodged quickly, and ordinary stones could not cause any damage to their bodies, but their hearts were seriously injured.

"Kill them!" the villagers said in unison, uniting as one.

Song Zhong and the others looked at the old man.

The old man was on crutches, his face changed again and again, and after a while, the old man gritted his teeth and said in a loud voice: "Yes, they are the culprits, everyone go together, we must arrest the murderer and hand him over to the big boss for interrogation!"

(Thanks to the readers' love, reward Yuan, Yuan thanked me here, Yuan will not open a single chapter, after all, a little lazy... Lazy...)