"Naturally, I took him to Mongolia with my ancestor, and by the way, I met the Seventh Prince. Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noticing the Blood Knife Ancestor's somewhat moved look, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Ancestor, don't believe his words, I fell in love with this old turtle's wife, and this old turtle has always wanted to skin and cramp me......"

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong coveted the forty-two chapters on him, and it was difficult to guarantee that the Blood Knife Ancestor would not be greedy when he said it. In a hurry, he hurriedly made up a lie to make the Blood Knife Ancestor believe that Hong Antong had a deep hatred with him, and he wanted to cut himself with a thousand knives......

There is no greater hatred in the world than the hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of taking one's wife, and the hatred of killing one's father...... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the Blood Knife Ancestor is not a fool, so he has no choice but to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was so angry that he trembled: "Bastard, even you, a scoundrel, can be within three feet of my wife's body?"

"Old turtle, you don't look in the mirror yourself, you have such big white hair, and you married such a coquettish young wife, do you still have the ability to satisfy her? She didn't eat at home, of course she went outside to find food, your subordinates are all afraid of you, I'm not afraid!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit the biggest pain in Hong Antong's heart, and he was suddenly so angry that his hair was open, and his fingers were clucking.

Wei Xiaobao knew that today he didn't let the Blood Knife Ancestor completely believe that the two of them did not share the sky, I am afraid that all the previous efforts were in vain, although he was a little frightened to look at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and vinegar and said: "I can not only get close to Mrs. Hong's body, but also enter her body." As he spoke, he shrugged his waist obscenely, and licked his lips with his tongue, "Tut-tut, Mrs. Hong's delicate body is really white and slippery, and her needs are so great~"

"Lao Tzu killed you little brute!" Hong Antong couldn't hold back any longer, and punched over.

Thinking of Mrs. Hong's coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more excited the more he scolded, and he became excited, who knew that the distance of several zhang was a few feet, Hong Antong turned around, looking at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was stupid all of a sudden, and his feet couldn't move.

The dream of the Blood Knife Ancestor to worship the Marquis still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. has been pinching the bloody knife to guard, and when the lightning flashed, the knife flashed, and Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away.

"Blood Knife Ancestor, this little beast has insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Why is Sect Leader Hong so angry, the Qing is self-purifying......" The Blood Knife Ancestor pondered in his heart: I have long heard how Mrs. Hong's fame is, this Hong Antong's age is inhumane at first glance, could it be that Mrs. Hong is really lonely...... Hehe, Wei Xiaobao, this kid is a bit similar to the ancestor's spleen and stomach, I will also go to Shenlong Island as a guest another day to understand the customs of Mrs. Hong.

Noticing the Blood Knife Ancestor's obscene expression, thinking of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antong was furious: "Since Your Excellency wants to make a name for this little beast, then don't blame the old man for being polite." ”

"Hehe, Sect Master Hong, don't forget, this kid was named by the Seventh Prince, you killed him and the Seventh Prince's knowledge, can you understand what the consequences are?"

"Hmph, the old man killed you together, won't no one know what to do?" Hong Antong was furious at this time, and he had already moved to kill.

"Ancestor, my blood knife is not good-looking. The Blood Knife Ancestor smiled dryly, and gently scraped his bald head with the Blood Knife, which was the starting style of the Blood Knife Sutra, both offensive and defensive.

Hong Antong stopped talking, stretched out his palms and attacked him left and right like two soft snakes.

"Turning bones into palms!" The Blood Knife Ancestor was secretly vigilant and swung his knife to meet him.

After a dozen moves, the two separated again. The Blood Knife Ancestor moved his numb wrist, knowing that the other party's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than him, but he didn't have any timidity at all, "If the fight between life and death is really that simple, then everyone can directly decide the outcome according to the level of internal strength, and make a fart." Thinking of this, the Blood Knife Ancestor's fighting intent became stronger and stronger.

Hong Antong was also surprised, the last time he fought in the Shandong Golden Snake Camp, he tried to be slightly inferior to himself in martial arts, and he thought that if he hadn't been stopped by Sang Jie, the other party would definitely not be his opponent if he continued to fight. This time there are so many real moves, and the other party is really not simple!

After all, Hong Antong is a sect master, and his previous anger has gradually calmed down, and he can teach Wei Xiaobao according to his aptitude in a single thought, and design a tailor-made "Hero Three Moves" for Wei Xiaobao, and the realm of martial arts has long surpassed that of ordinary masters.

When he got used to the bloody knife ancestor's chaotic fighting style, he slowly began to gain an advantage, and after dozens of moves, he was already confident that he could take the other party's life, but he was worried that he would have to pay a lot of money, so he kept consuming it.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful, I'm afraid Lao Tzu's life will be here if I continue to fight. "The Blood Knife Ancestor knew that he was suffering, so he had the idea of going.

"Hmph! I can't get this kid, and you don't want to catch him. The Blood Knife Ancestor snorted coldly, jumped out of the battle circle and slashed at Wei Xiaobao.

Hong Antong couldn't wait to peel Wei Xiaobao and cramp, if he didn't bring it back to Shenlong Island and let the colorful Shenlong slowly torture him to death, how could he relieve his hatred, how could he let him die so cheaply.

Hurriedly attacked the Blood Knife Ancestor's vest, with the calculation of encircling Wei to save Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him realize that there was fraud, so he secretly left some strength to guard against the sudden counterattack of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

He calculated that Hong Antong would not watch himself kill Wei Xiaobao, and he also knew that the other party would definitely guard against him, so after seeing him stay strong, the blade turned, slashed directly at the stones on the ground, and fled into the distance with the help of the power of the shock.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party had the idea of running away with all his might, so he could only helplessly watch the figure of the Blood Knife Ancestor disappear into the wilderness, frowning, thinking that he had run away and offended the Seven Princes of Mongolia, and he was afraid that it would be a little tricky in the future.

But thinking of another hateful person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao with a smile: "White Dragon Envoy, you are very good, what do you think I will do with you?"

"Sect Master Hong Wencheng Wude, immortal blessing forever, longevity and Tianqi...... You have a lot of them, so just treat me as a fart and let me go. Wei Xiaobao didn't expect the Blood Knife Ancestor to be so useless, and when he saw Hong Antong pressing towards him, he trembled with fright and couldn't help retreating.

"Whoosh!" A sharp sound of breaking the air came, Hong Antong listened to it for eight minutes, and hurriedly tossed on the spot, dodging the attacking thing, before he had time to catch his breath, his face suddenly changed, his feet moved rapidly, and he jumped several feet away.

Withdrawing the wooden sword that shot out, Song Qingshu laughed loudly: "Sect Master Hong has a very good memory, he remembered that my wooden sword would go and return so quickly." ”

"Ouch, my own brother too!" Wei Xiaobao saw Song Qingshu appear, and he wanted to cry, so he hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that his little life had finally been saved.

"Aren't you tied up in the big camp?" Hong Antong's face was cloudy, just now he fought with the Blood Knife Ancestor, and his true qi was consumed a lot, and the martial arts of this kid on the other side were unfathomable, and it was really difficult to deal with.

"You treacherously injured Yuan Chengzhi seriously, and he let me go to hunt you down in a fit of rage. Song Qingshu said casually, thinking that it would be good to give Yuan Chengzhi a little more enemies, it would have been very cheap for him not to kill him just now.

"Your Excellency punched the old man before, and Sang Jie made a big mudra, in just one or two days, I'm afraid the recovery is limited. "Hong Antong is very confident in his fist, even if the half-human and half-immortal Wudang Zhang Sanfeng is punched with all his strength, if he doesn't die, he has to go to half his life, and the other party's light and breezy appearance, I'm afraid that nine times out of ten it is pretended.

"Sect Master Hong can come and try it. Song Qingshu didn't care, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please.

Hong Antong's eyes narrowed, his toes stabbed, and a stone shot towards Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow, without hesitation, his figure flashed, and he attacked Song Qingshu with his palm.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, and secretly admired that the other party was really experienced in a hundred battles and could grasp the fighter so well, stretched out the wooden sword, picked up the Taiji sword intent, and picked up a big circle, easily changing the whereabouts of the small pebble, so that it reflected back to Hong Antong who was rushing over at double the speed.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party still had this hand, stealing chickens and rice, how could it be too late to dodge now.

With a pop, he was hit in the left chest by a small pebble, Hong Antong quickly flew back, raised his hand and threw out a handful of poisonous snakes, taking the opportunity to flee into the distance.

Song Qingshu pushed forward with both palms, and used the 'Shock Hundred Miles' of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, shaking the poisonous snake to death in mid-air.

"Brother Song, that old turtle escaped, why don't you chase after it?" Wei Xiaobao looked anxiously into the distance, he scolded Hong Antong so hard today, Hong Antong will not die for a day, he is really unable to sleep.

"Hong Antong is strong in martial arts, how can it be so easy to want his life. Song Qingshu shook his head, but he was thinking in his heart: he was not bent on taking refuge in the Qing court, once Hong Antong died, the Shenlong Sect would definitely fall apart, wouldn't it be cheap Kangxi for nothing?

Putting aside the matter of Hong Antong, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi sword intent he had just played. Song Qingshu is the chief disciple of the Wudang faction, and he has more or less seen your uncles practicing Taijiquan sword before, just now he had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and inadvertently used a little fur of the Taiji sword, but it is a pity that Song Qing had too little secretary before, so now he can only get a glimpse of the Taiji sword.

"Brother Song, I was able to escape with my life this time, thanks to you, after returning to the capital, I will invite you to drink flower wine for three days and three nights, and invite the most popular girls in the capital to accompany you......" If Wei Xiaobao was still hypocritical to Song Qingshu before, now he is grateful to Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope that the famous prostitutes in the capital are as beautiful as the quiet girl. ”

"Of course!"

......

The two talked happily and hurried all the way north.

"King Dalun Ming?" After the two contacted Dolong's army, they couldn't help but exclaim when they saw a big-eared monk at the head.