Yan Shan leaned on the sword with his right hand and supported Meng Tian with his left hand and sat down slowly. He took off his robe, and the wound on his back was blurred with blood, and the blood was still flowing.

Seeing this, Meng Tian couldn't help but shudder.

Yan Shan didn't see it, and directly handed a small porcelain bottle to Meng Tian.

Meng Tian understood, uncorked the bottle, and sprinkled the white powder from the small porcelain bottle evenly over the wound.

Yan Shan gritted his teeth and said nothing. After that, he tore a few strips of cloth from the placket of his shirt and barely managed to bandage the wound.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian condensed their minds and calmed down, and secretly exercised their own pranayama.

It didn't take long for the five beggar gang disciples to arrive here, and when they saw this, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The person at the head was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, delicate and handsome, and it was Fu Qingzhu.

Seeing Yan Shan and Meng Tian, Master Fu Qing hurriedly stepped forward and said with concern: "Brother Yan, Miss Tian'er, are you seriously injured?"

Yan Shan clenched his fists slightly and said with a light smile: "It's just a little flesh wound." ”

Only then did Lord Fu Qing breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "If you can hurt Brother Yan, it seems that these people are by no means ordinary people. ”

Yan Shan was noncommittal, and asked casually, "Why did Brother Fu come here?"

Master Fu Qing replied: "It was Brother Ling who gave me a message, mentioning the crossing of the Yellow River, and asked me to come to help Brother Yan." ”

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "Brother Fu has a heart!"

Fu Qing said, "Brother Yan doesn't need to see outside. The land of right and wrong should not stay for long, let's get out of here as soon as possible. ”

After that, Master Fu Qing led the way, and Yan Shan supported Meng Tian to follow closely behind, walking slowly but extremely firmly. Master Fu Qing had a heart, but he didn't stretch out his hand after all. A group of three people walked in the vast night. The other four beggar gang disciples were left to dispose of the corpses of those underworld masters.

After about half an hour, the three of them came to a small town, where the beggars had a place to stay.

The candles were lit, and the three of them sat around a square table. The house is small, poorly decorated, and the home is old, but it is spotlessly cleaned. Lord Fu Qing hurriedly poured two bowls of tea for Yanshan and Meng Tian. The two thanked each other and drank it, and then they felt more comfortable.

The candlelight flickered, and the night was silent.

Master Fu Qing's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yan, I don't know how the Sword God predecessor died?"

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "I am by no means the opponent of the Sword God Senior, but the Sword God Predecessor did die under my sword. ”

Hearing this, Meng Tian's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

Lord Fu Qing was surprised and asked casually, "What is going on?"

Yan Shan said: "The black and white Shuangsha and the Taihang Seven Eagles should be under the orders of the Sword God seniors, as for the people behind the Sword God seniors, I don't know." As soon as the words came out, even Yan Shan himself was secretly frightened. What a great man the sword god Zhuo Bu is that he could become a pawn of others? This is simply incredible. But beyond that, there is no more plausible explanation.

Lord Fu Qing was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before he came to his senses. He muttered, "What the hell is going on?"

Yan Shan smiled slightly bitterly and said slowly: "I only know that the people behind the scenes must be coming for me, and as for their intentions, I can't tell you clearly." ”

Master Fu Qing was thoughtful and silent.

Not long after, Master Fu Qing left, and Meng Tian fell asleep.

Yan Shan was still pondering. The sword god senior is gone, and he has taken many secrets with him, but one thing is for sure, that is, he has no intention of harming himself. Although the black and white couple are brutal, they are not unavoidable. There are also the Taihang Seven Eagles, although they are arrogant in their words, they are not treacherous people. Why am I so thirsty for killing? As for those people in the Four Seas Gang, are they obeying the orders of the Sword God seniors? Also, the master master Jie Fengsan's predecessors once said that what the Sword God predecessors did was definitely not out of their original intentions, but who can influence his will? Who is the person behind this curtain who is sacred?

Along the way, this talented young man has gone through hardships and wandered between life and death, but he has never been confused. But at this moment, his heart was disturbed.