Early in the morning, the iron man bought three brown horses from the bazaar. After the three of them had breakfast, they mounted their horses and headed southwest.

Sixteen miles southwest of Zuocheng, there is a valley full of red maples, which the locals call 'Blood Maple Valley'. When Feng Yang and the three of them had just left Zuocheng, thirteen Taishan Sect disciples dressed in white robes and yellow shirts walked into the Blood Maple Valley on foot.

"Senior brother, let's take a break, we've walked more than ten miles. A chubby young man asked a young man in his thirties who walked in front of him with thick eyebrows and thick lips.

The senior brother's name is 'Zhao Zhongtai', and he is the eldest disciple under the head of the Taishan faction, and it was his fourth junior brother 'Cai Zhongli' who spoke just now. Zhao Zhongtai glanced at the group of juniors behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, rest on the spot for half an hour before leaving, we have to arrive at 'Bailixi' before the evening to meet with the Hengshan faction and the Huashan faction." ”

The chubby Cai Zhongli opened his mouth happily and said loudly: "Senior brother, you can rest assured, it is only dawn now, and it will be five or six hours before the evening, and we will definitely be able to easily reach Baili Creek." As he spoke, a fat butt pressed down on the grass under the tree.

The fifth junior brother on his left, Xue Zhongxin, patted Cai Zhongli's shoulder and said with a smile: "Fourth senior brother, it is not only eighty miles from here to Baili Creek, but it is not easy to arrive in more than five hours. ”

Sixth junior brother Qian Zhonghai followed and said: "That's it, it's really not easy to travel more than 80 miles in five hours. ”

Zhao Zhongtai pressed his right hand lightly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, you guys sit down and rest for a while, just don't talk crookedly when you hurry." ”

When his junior disciples heard Zhao Zhongtai say this, they didn't dare to say more, and they all sat on the grass under the tree to rest and recuperate.

......

Half a tea time has passed.

'Whoosh, whoosh', a rain of arrows shot towards the disciples of the Taishan Sect.

"Oh, theirs! Those dog mongrels sneak up on Lao Tzu. ”

"Oops, I got an arrow. ”

"Don't panic, let's form a circle to resist. Zhao Zhongtai swung his sword to shoot down the attacking feather arrows and shouted loudly.

"Fuck, dog thief. There is a kind of self-defeating for Lao Tzu, hiding in the shadows and putting dark arrows, what kind of hero is it. Qian Zhonghai scolded loudly while swinging his sword to shoot down the feather arrow.

"Hahahaha...... The old man is not a hero. The old man only cares about killing all the enemies, and fucking the bright and dark places. An old, alto-barred voice came from the maple grove to the east.

"Dog thief, there is a kind of bastard that you come out and fight alone, don't cower in the forest, like a girl. Cai Zhongli shouted angrily.

"Fat boy, you better be careful of your fat flesh, don't be shot into a hedgehog by arrows. The old voice sounded again.

"Oops, the fifth helped me block it, and the tenth was shot. It was Huang Zhongshan, the second disciple of the Taishan faction, who shouted.

Zhao Zhongtai saw that his junior disciples were hit by arrows one after another, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, gritted his teeth, and quickly swam in front of all the junior disciples and waved the long sword in his hand, shooting down the feather arrows that shot from all around, and said in his heart: "The junior brothers have been hit by arrows one after another, and if they continue like this, they will be greatly exaggerated, and only by taking risks can they hope to reduce their forgetfulness." The feathered arrows on the left are weaker, and you should have a better chance of winning from the left. Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Second junior brother, third junior brother, fifth junior brother, let's rush to the left, and the rest of the junior brothers will defend back to back." Rush!" With that, he threw himself into the maple grove on the left.

Huang Zhongshan, Zhao Zhongde, and Xue Zhongxin also shouted and rushed to the left Fenglin.

A scream sounded from the maple forest on the left, and the rain of arrows also decreased, and in less than half a burnt of incense, the feather arrows were never shot again.

"Third junior brother, be careful! Zhao Zhongtai shouted loudly.

Four white figures shot out from the maple grove to the east. Immediately after them, there were more than thirty men in all maroon and red robes, the older ones were in their forties, and the younger ones were twenty-five or sixteen years old, all of whom were carrying steel knives and chasing after them with fierce expressions on their faces.

"Be defensive. Zhao Zhongtai shouted loudly.

More than 30 men in jujube clothes surrounded the disciples of the Taishan faction. At this time, an old man in a red brocade robe and a childish face approached slowly from the forest.

"Who are you? Why do you want to attack us, aren't you afraid that our Taishan faction will seek revenge on you?" Zhao Zhongtai shouted at the crane-haired old man with a solemn expression.

The crane-haired child-faced old man smiled sadly: "Hey, hey, hey, boy, you're very confident." The Taishan pie in your mouth is not ranked in the eyes of the old man. Let you juniors be a fool. The old man is the cultist in your mouth, Ouyang Wuxiu, the head of the Blood Refining Hall of the Blood Sect. These are all disciples of the Old Man's Blood Refining Hall. How about it, you can go on the road, right?" said as he said with a cold light in his eyes, and his expression was extremely arrogant as he glanced at the disciples of the Taishan Sect. Ouyang Wuxiu was famous in the martial arts as early as forty years ago, and he was the devil of a decent person, because he liked to wear red robes, his light work was extremely high, and he came and went like the wind, so the people in the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname of 'blood bat'. Ouyang Wu was cruel by nature, and he dismembered people at every turn, causing extreme indignation among the decent people, and he escaped many times of encirclement and suppression, but the decent disciples suffered many injuries. More than ten years ago, Ouyang Wuxiu disappeared from the martial arts, and since then he has been silent, most of them think that he is dead, but they didn't expect that he has returned to the Blood Sect and become the master of the Blood Refining Hall.

Zhao Zhongtai's heart tightened, and he secretly complained: "This old thing turned out to be the 'Blood Bat' Ouyang Wuxiu, this is good, we all have to explain here today." Although he was timid, he still had a fearless look on his face, glared at Ou Slow Wuxiu, and shouted loudly: "It turns out that your demon is still alive, and the young master will send you to hell today." Although the words were loud, they did not mean to do anything.

Ouyang Wuxiu smiled gloomily, glared at Zhao Zhongtai coldly and said: "Boy, your tone is not small, back then, your dead ghost master couldn't get out of the old man's hands, you got a few percent of his true inheritance." You can't have three pounds of pig's head and just open your mouth, right?"

Zhao Zhongtai was said by Ouyang Wuxiu, his white face turned red, and he shouted angrily: "The old thief is rampant, Lao Tzu will let you know the consequences of the rampant today." With that, he held the sword technique in his right hand, pulled out sword flowers in front of his chest, and attacked Ouyang Wuxiu in the upper, middle and lower three ways with great speed.

"Hey, hey. I don't know how thick the sky is. Ouyang Wuxiu sneered disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, squinted at Zhao Zhongtai who rushed over, and slapped a palm with his right hand.

Xiang Zhao Zhongtai, who was in mid-air, instantly felt the pressure of Gang Qi like Mount Tai pressing down, and couldn't help but be horrified, and he turned his left hand into a palm and struck it out with all his might. There was a loud 'bang'. Zhao Zhongtai flew out upside down with the recoil, squinted at the blood refining hall behind him, and said in his heart: "Lao Tzu will pull two cushions on the spot even if he is sent today." Thinking of this, his heart was ruthless, and the long sword in his hand swung sharply. The two Blood Refining Hall members standing behind him were splashed with blood on the spot, and they fell to the ground and whimpered.

Seeing this, Ouyang Wuxiu shouted angrily: "The kid is looking for death." Slaughter them for the old man. The Blood Refining Hall members who were standing on the side and waiting for their orders immediately rushed up, waving the steel knife in their hands and slashing wildly at the disciples of the Taishan Sect.