It is very strange that the famous 'Tiger Roaring Heights' in the rivers and lakes, the Tiger Roaring Heights Villa, which has been famous for a hundred years in Changbai Pass outside the Guan, actually went to the village overnight.

Thunderbolt Hong Lei looked at Zhang Wu expressionlessly, and at this time Zhang Wu was scratching his oily forehead with his fat hand, looking unclear. Hong Lei knew that the news had still spread, otherwise the status of 'Tiger Roaring Heights' in the rivers and lakes would not have been shown to be weak and evasive.

Thunderbolt Hong Lei leaned on a huge iron cage, unconsciously reached out and tightened his mink robe, and suddenly felt a little cold. It was not his fault that the news leaked, and he knew that he couldn't seal it, but that master wanted to buckle his head, how should he wash it off, how should he defend it? The corners of his mouth couldn't help but pass a wry smile: he would be allowed to wash away his confession, which was ridiculous. "Master Zhang, what's going on, brothers, let's take a look around!" he was angry when he looked at Zhang Wu's fat head and big ears, and now he kept walking around in front of him, and he was even more annoyed.

"Hong Tou'er, you see this is ......" A sturdy man in his thirties shouted loudly to Hong Lei.

"Let's go, Master Zhang, let's take a look!" As he spoke, a thin hand grabbed Zhang Wu's left wrist and seemed to inadvertently clasp the vein. The technique didn't seem to be very fast, but Zhang Wu couldn't avoid it.

"Hey, Master Hong, your hand strength is really not small!" Zhang Wu raised his left arm as he spoke, but he only felt that his whole arm was sore, and where could he break free. He knew that this thin old man was not a simple man, but he was a little late.

As soon as Hong Lei came up, he used the famous stunt 'Mighty Eagle Claw Hand' to deal with this stinky fish and shrimp, but he really didn't want to make any mistakes, even if it was just the slightest fork, he and these masters would be different.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Yutou? What's ......" Zhang Wu wanted to lean over to look at Lao Yutou's body, but how could he move half a point. Then I felt a sharp pain in my armpit, and I was just about to open my mouth to call that my body had been put to the ground, and I could still shout out there.

The corpse had been turned over, and it vaguely seemed that something was wrong, but it was impossible to say. I saw that this man was about sixty years old, wearing a short wolfskin jacket, and his face and neck had corpse spots, covered with a layer of black and blue. Suddenly shocked: "Who has touched him? Speak quickly!" Fingering at the old man, his eyes were fixed on the sturdy man. A trace of ominous aura condensed in my heart. This Meng Xiangrui's eyebrows are faintly black and green. "Speak quickly!"

Meng Xiangrui was a little inexplicable: Hong Lei has always been kind to people, and it is the first time he has been so aggressive. "Our brothers are used to doing things together, is there anything wrong with this?" he said and pointed to his two elder brothers: Meng Zhaorui and Meng Jirui. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled very weirdly, and his raised right arm was not put down for a long time, and his body was stiff and dead. His two elder brothers' mouths were half open, and the corners of their mouths were upturned as if they were about to laugh, more like they were about to open their mouths to exclaim, but they were also all stiff.

"It's so vicious!" Hong Lei, the thunderbolt hand, stretched out his five fingers like steel and grabbed Zhang Wu's skull, and at the same time, his body swept back more than a foot, "Spread out, who else has touched them?" This series of movements was as clean and neat as a rabbit.

This group of Ouchi masters did not disperse until he stood still and asked, and they all looked at each other in horror, and they didn't know why. The martial arts shown between the body and the method are 108,000 miles worse than the thunderbolt Hong Lei. Hong Lei swept over their faces one by one, and there was indeed no black and blue, so he was relieved. It's even more inevitable: this group of wine bags and rice bags don't know how to get mixed into the big one, and when they encounter hard stubble, how can these people work!

"You must not touch them again! Hey, it's all buried! This 'Zhang Ye' is out of the way, he has some benefits in his arms, Brother Xu, you go back and have a drink with everyone to dispel the chill of this errand!" he looked at the man in his forties and nodded. Leaning his head and looking at the snow-capped Yanguiling, he sighed deeply: "Li Lin, your brothers come here." As he spoke, two young students in their twenties walked up to him.

Thunderbolt Hong Lei paused and looked at them: "You two know that this time is really not a beautiful difference, right?" The two of them looked at each other, and they really knew the fear in their hearts.

"You both know that your kung fu is better than theirs, so how about you running errands after working hard?"

"Uncle Hong's orders are not obeyed by our brothers!"

"Then take this to my Talon Gate to find my master!, remember to be quick!" he said, shoving a golden talon and a gold ingot into the two of them, and squeezing them lightly on their wrists. "Without further ado, let's go down the mountain, we'll wait here. ”

The Li Lin brothers' wrists hurt hotly, and they didn't dare to look at it, so they dared to delay and go down the mountain as quickly as possible. In fact, Hong Lei is really good for them, he is alone and has no children, these two children are clever, and he is still full of joy. This villa is full of evil spirits, I don't know what strange things will happen, they stay here to cushion the coffin, it is better to let them avoid it, and it can be regarded as accumulating some virtue.

Watching them walk away, "The big guys are all gathered together, I have something to explain!" He changed his usual grinning appearance, and there was a majesty in his eyebrows. Let's go to the foot of Yanguiling Mountain and wait for help, usually three or five people need to go in and out together to collect firewood and cook, even if they are relieved, they have to have a companion. Enough is enough, hehe, don't listen to me!" he raised his dry hand into a fist, his bones gurgling. Looking at the white snow at the tip of the Yanguiling Mountain, I secretly competed in my heart: when the time comes, the eagles and geese will meet, and see whose claw power is good!

Strange to say, the next few days were uneventful, and nothing happened. He chose a person whose martial arts were passable, and then went to Zhuangzi to take a closer look, and he couldn't figure it out at all. However, he found a lot of gold and silver artifacts, and when he saw Hu Decai's eyes, he was afraid that something would happen in vain, so he lit Zhuangzi with a fire. He is not a lover of money, but he knows that life is more important.

The poison of the 'Emerald Knife' is not so ruthless, it is only poisonous when it encounters blood, and it is indeed seen that the blood seals the throat, the dead skin is black and green, the corners of the mouth are upturned, and the mouth is slightly open, as if smiling. Shen Rong said that the skills taught by the master were originally self-defense, but he used them to earn a living, and he often killed people unwillingly. In order to give the deceased the greatest respect, his knife only beckons to the vital point, and relieves the suffering of the deceased to the greatest extent. Otherwise, there is a nickname of "chivalry". The death of these people seems to be like this, but in fact, it is like the poison of the poisonous lotus of the Western Regions Snow Mountain. Could it be that the Qinglian Sect has already come to the Central Plains, which is even more tricky. If the sect had not been extinguished many years ago, how could it have revived? A bad omen hung over Hong Lei's heart.