Feng Yang couldn't help but listen carefully, and said in a voice like a gong: "Friend, please sell Xiao Lao'er a face, after this dart, Xiao Lao'er should prepare a generous gift to Baoshan to meet him." ”

"Who are you, why should I give you face?" said a voice coldly.

Feng Yang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this voice, and thought, "Isn't this the man in black who intercepted and killed him many times?"

The voice of the gong said with some conceit: "Xiao Lao'er is the deputy head of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, and Bi Zecheng is a disciple of the 'Artemisia Mountain Sword Sect'. The little old man's kung fu is lowly and does not enter the eyes of his friends, and he also asks his friends to appreciate his face and let the road go. ”

"My Dao is a disciple who came out of a big family, and it turned out to be the 'Artemisia Mountain Sword Sect' who did not enter the stream. In this way, Lao Tzu will sell your personal favor, you leave the dart behind, Lao Tzu will not embarrass you. ”

"This is not good, I lost this dart and the little old man did not explain to my head of the dart, and I did not have the face to meet the employer, and asked my friend to raise his noble hand. ”

"Then there is no way, Lao Tzu's dart is going to be decided today. ”

Bi Zecheng said in a low voice and sincerely: "That's it, friend, you make a price." Some things, the little old man can still call the shots on behalf of the chief dart. ”

A clear voice shouted: "Why should the vice president dart head be inferior to these thieves, and take care of all their dishes." ”

Feng Yang couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and said, "This is that straw bag, I really don't know how thick the sky is." Of course, Feng Yang knew the details of this group of dart snatchers, and wondered how a local dart game could be their opponent. couldn't help but be curious, and his figure flashed and swept down the mountain.

Feng Yang came unconsciously, and stood under the pine trees on the hillside more than a hundred feet away from the dart team. I saw more than 30 black-clothed people on the official road under the mountain surrounding the dart team of Zhenyuan Dart Bureau. The three dart carts of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau are all equipped with two triangular dart flags, one side is embroidered with a tiger with yellow thread, and the other side is also embroidered with the word Zhenyuan with yellow thread. More than a dozen dart masters dressed in gray short clothes and strong suits, holding steel knives in their hands, guarded the three dart carts. In front of the dart cart stood two middle-aged men dressed in soap-colored short clothes and a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in white long clothes.

The young man in white held a long sword in his hand and shouted at the man in black with an arrogant expression: "Bold bandits, dare to snatch the dart of Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, it really doesn't eat the gall of the bear's heart and leopard." Wait for your young master to take the life of the dog you are waiting for. With that, he stepped forward and swung his sword straight at the four men in black on the opposite side. Among the four men in black, one jumped out on the left and fought with the young man in white.

The two soap-clothed men beside him had no time to stop them, so they could only draw their long swords and watch the battle situation with solemn expressions.

Bi Zecheng looked at the battle situation, and said with annoyance in his heart: "The young dart master is really careless, this group of people is not good, he didn't know the sky and the earth and rashly made a move, and today he can't finish eating and leaving." "I have to be ready to take them at any time.

The young man in white is the only son of Deng Zhenyuan, the head of Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, named Deng Huren. Deng Huren was sent by his father to the Wudang faction to worship 'Zixuanzi' as a teacher since he was a child. 'Zi Xuanzi' is the head of the four elders in the Wudang faction, and his status is high. Deng Zhenyuan would go up the mountain every six months with a large number of gifts to see his son.

The disciples of the Wudang Sect have more or less received Deng Zhenyuan's favor. Therefore, they all let Deng Huren develop the habit of being a gentleman, and he thought that he was strong in martial arts. As soon as he traveled down the mountain this time, he clamored for Deng Zhenyuan to let him follow this dart. Deng Huren wanted to show off in front of the dart masters and establish his prestige.

At this time, Deng Huren danced with a long sword, Huo Huo was very sharp, and the steel knife of the man in black was very fierce. Bi Zecheng, who was sweeping the formation on the side, and his junior brother Xie Fuchun breathed a sigh of relief.

Bi Zecheng nodded secretly: "It seems that Shao Dart still has some real kung fu, and this skill should not be defeated against this man in black." ”

Feng Yang stood under the tree and looked at the two sides on the official road, and wondered in his heart: "Why did this man in black do the robbery of darts this time? Could it be that there is something in this dart that makes them excited?" He did not rush down to find the third man in black, but quietly watched the evolution of the situation.

The third man in black shouted impatiently at the group of black-clothed people: "Don't grind anymore, go up and kill them all and pull the goods away." ”

When the black-clothed men heard the third child say this, they hurriedly pulled out their steel knives and rushed towards the dart team. For a while, the metallic sound of the intersection of swords and the sound of shouting one after another filled the entire official road.

Just after the tea time, four of the more than ten physical dart masters had fallen, and the rest were even more dangerous, and the danger was abnormal in groups of three or five to rise up in a circle to resist.

Under the siege of the two black-clothed men, Deng Huren retreated again and again, waving the long sword in his hand with a hideous face, and struggled to resist the knife attacks of the two black-clothed men.

The brothers of Bi Zecheng were also surrounded by five black-clothed men and couldn't get out, so they could only shout angrily and kill with all their might, hoping to solve the opponent in front of them as soon as possible and help Deng Huren break the siege.

The third man in black stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking at the battle situation with a gloomy face.

Feng Yang saw that the people in the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau were completely hanged and beaten, and they were likely to be killed on the spot after a while, and he couldn't help but be moved by chivalry. Just as he was about to make a move, his mind moved, and he used the 'Transfiguration Mind Method' to turn himself into a mediocre old man, and then he walked down the hill majestically and slowly.

At this time, the wind is rising, the fourth layer of the 'Danyang Divine Skill' is basically completed, and it has reached the realm of divine light and restraint, as long as the breath is not promoted, the martial arts people who are generally cultivated to a low point cannot see that he has high and profound martial arts.

The black-clothed third man who was standing on the side noticed that someone was approaching, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but be stunned, only to see an old man in ragged clothes and white hair walking towards this side from the mountain, and couldn't help shouting angrily: "The old thing get aside." ”

Feng Yang ignored the third man in black, and walked majestically towards Deng Huren's side.

was tearing up the black-clothed man on the right with Deng Huren, and saw the white-haired old man in ragged clothes approaching him. Evil is not born from the guts. With a hideous face, he shouted: "The old thing is for Lao Tzu to die." "Swing the steel knife and slash into the wind.

Feng Yang ignored the steel knife slashed by the man in black, and continued to walk as if he was blind and deaf.

"The old man dodged away. "Although Deng Huren is arrogant in doing things, after all, he is from Wudang, and he still has a heart of benevolence and righteousness. While swinging the long sword and struggling to resist the knife moves, he shouted anxiously.

Just when they all thought that Feng Yang would splash blood on the spot, the steel knife of the man in black slashed from behind Feng Yang. It was as if he couldn't bear to kill him temporarily, and was just scared.

The third man in black also said suspiciously: "Zhao Tong, what the hell are you doing?"

Zhao Tong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then swept towards the wind with a hideous face.