"By the way, Uncle Chen, my Zolta brothers, and what about Uzhina, aren't they with you?" asked Ji Xin eagerly.

When he came to Pingcheng, the autumn breeze was slightly cool, and by now, it was already early winter, and it was about to be dry and snowy.

For so long, there was not a day when he didn't miss Urina, and every day he didn't think about that lovely face, especially when he touched his hole.

He still likes the song "Looking for Plums".

"Although their brother and sister are both Hu people, they are more affectionate than our Han people, and it is difficult to change that their brothers and sisters will become your brothers and your women. Your woman is very smart, she has already comprehended the White Crane Boxing, and can play two iron guns, and, as a Hu person, her equestrian skills are really not covered, I envy her. It is estimated that ordinary soldiers are not her opponents. Actually, they came to Pingcheng with me, but when we were about to arrive in Pingcheng, traitors appeared in our ranks, and the night before, they fled northwest with most of their possessions. The brother and sister took the brothers to chase after them, and we agreed that we would meet together in the six towns when the time came. Chen Wuregret said.

"Well, I see, it's good that they're safe, and if they're safe, I'm relieved. Ji Xin nodded.

However, Ji Xin was clearly a little disappointed, so he frowned and was worried again.

"By the way, Ji Xin, I heard your little uncle say, aren't you going to save Yan Liuhe?

"Ah, it's bad, I'm just concerned about catching up with Uncle Chen, my two brothers may still be in danger now, Uncle Chen, I'll go first. Ji Xin frowned, his heart slammed, and he was also in a hurry, so he was about to go downstairs.

"Uncle Shi and the brothers are waiting, I can't help you. If you don't have a place to go, come with us to your master, and then follow this. Chen Wuregret drank behind Ji Xin's back, and picked up the iron gun beside him and threw it at Ji Xin.

"I see. As Ji Xin spoke, he had already run to the door, and when he heard Chen Wuregret's words behind him, he turned around, only to see an iron gun smashed over, followed by himself, and then kicked the door open with the force of landing.

Flying on the back of the snow-treading black horse, Ji Xin beat the horse and galloped towards the city gate.

On the Great Khan Mountain, in the Pure Law Temple, Master Fang Cun's meditation room.

Master Fang Cun took off the lance tip on Yan Liuhe's back, but Yan Liuhe passed out because of excessive blood loss, and the severe pain did not let Yan Liuhe open his eyes.

The little monk brought a basin of water.

"What a real man, the poor monk has never seen such a hard-nosed person. Master Fang Cun washed his hands in the basin of clear water, and the water turned into blood in an instant.

"Master, you don't know, this guy is a birdman, a waste sword, but in the face of those guys in Nurlu, there is no trace of fear, he has harvested nearly 100 lives one after another, he is too tired to suffer this guy. A rude-looking monk, with his broom brow crossed and his beard touched, shouted.

"Zhida, don't be open-mouthed, you're just a Buddhist now. Master Fang Cun said silently.

The one who was called Zhida seemed to be particularly taboo Master Fangcun, and he hurriedly clasped his palms together and bowed to Yan Liuyi.

However, until now, Zhida has not forgotten the scene when he first saw the person who passed out in front of him······

Yan Liuhe was surrounded by a large group of soldiers, but despite the smacking of his back, and the head of the spear of the lance was even in his flesh and blood, none of the soldiers dared to take a step forward.

For the feet of those soldiers were covered with blood, and the bones of their comrades.

It's so miserable, it's so miserable, that kind of death, those wounds on the neck, it's like the devil has gnawed at it.

The Han people in front of them who don't look like people are the demons in their eyes.

Anyway, whoever takes a step forward will die.

"Believe it or not, I can get you to plunge your sword into your throat before the mace hits me in the head. Yan Liuhe smiled hideously.

"Arrogance, I've never seen such an arrogant guy in my life, arrogance has a price!! The price you have to pay for arrogance is to die. Up, give it to me, kill him, I'll give him a fief. Nurru hammered his wolf fangs and cheered on the soldiers.

To have a fief is to be among the aristocracy.

There must be brave men under the so-called heavy reward, and the temptation of the fief is so big, of course those soldiers can't resist it.

Three or five soldiers who were not afraid of death also hesitated and stepped forward.

"Ahh

No one could see clearly how Yan Liuhe used the Flying Lu Sword with the Bladed Flying Lu Sword to kill people, anyway, as long as it was within the range that his sword could get, no one could escape his sword.

"A bunch of rice buckets, garbage, all open for me. Nurru rode the war horse, glared at it, and charged at Yan Liuhe.

Yan Liuhe's physical condition at the moment has reached the limit.

He may not wait for the next moment, and he will fall.

But he, he already felt Nurru's murderous aura.

The murderous aura of the wolf's mace in Nurru's hand.

But he no longer has the strength to resist Nurru, the wolf's tooth hammer in his hand.

The heart-rending pain in his back not only caused him to lose blood, but also made him sober up a little.

The moment he fainted, he seemed to see a face appear on Nurru's mace.

This face is incomparably hideous, it is simply the face of the King of Fudoming······

Hehehe, it seems that this is the guide messenger on the Huangquan Road, right? What kind of bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence, are all fake?

Whatever, I tried my best anyway, and finally, I'm relieved, right?

Then, Yan Liuhe fainted.

That face, well, is Zhida's wide-faced tiger eyes, broom eyebrows, leopard head, and the big mouth under the garlic nose, vaguely, it really doesn't look like King Ming's face.

In fact, as early as when Yan Liuhe forgot to kill, the thirteen disciples arrived, but before Zhida, the senior brother, became a monk, he was also a famous hero from all over the country, the so-called good man cherishes the hero, and the hero cherishes the hero, Zhida has the heart to see how tough Yan Liuhe is, so he didn't come to the rescue.

It wasn't until Yan Liuhe was stabbed in the back by the lance that he really couldn't sit still. In the distance, Zhida jumped on the shoulders of the two junior disciples, and with the strength of the shoulders of the two junior disciples, he suddenly pulled onions on the dry land and jumped into the air.

He has a set of palm techniques that fell from the sky, which was personally taught by Master Fang Cun, and his name is God Palm.

He fell from the sky, and he could have smashed Nurru's brain with a slap, and a pair of iron palms were already hanging above Nurru's head, and the murderous Nurru couldn't open his eyes.

However, his mind echoed Master Fangcun's advice······