Since he was ambushed in that lake, he has never encountered anyone from the Sanjiang Gang on the way.

I think they also know that they can't deal with Yang Xiao and his party with their own kung fu.

In this way, after another day's work, he crossed the Sanjiang Estuary, and it was regarded as entering the waterway of the Yangtze River.

After half a day's effort, everyone got off the boat and went ashore in a small town called Qili Temple, which was already in Hanyang.

After arriving here, after a few people had a simple meal, they hired some more carriages and horses in the town, and hurried in the direction of the Golden Whip Gate.

Only out of the Qili Temple Zhendian a few miles, there are three horses from the east to catch up, followed by the mule and horse convoy, more than ten zhang apart, not to leave the tiptoe.

After walking a few miles, I saw four riders waiting on the side of the road, and when Yang Xiao and his party passed, the four horses followed.

After a few miles, four more horses joined him, and there were eleven people before and after.

The driver panicked and whispered to Yang Xiao: "Guest officer, these people are not on the right path, are they strongmen?" ”

Yang Xiao nodded.

At noon, there were six more men, all dressed in different garments, some richly dressed, others like peddlers' pawns, but each with a sword.

The cadres could not make a sound or make a sound, but most of them were small and dark-skinned, and seemed to be from the south.

By the afternoon, it had risen to twenty-one. A few bold horses approached, and only stopped when they were two or three feet away from the carriage.

Yang Xiao just closed his eyes in the car and didn't look at them.

In the evening, two horses galloped down.

The first rider was an old man with a long beard, with his hands empty.

The occupant of the second ride was a beautiful woman in a beautiful costume, holding a pair of double knives in her left hand.

The two horsemen stopped in the middle of the avenue, blocking the way.

This is already within the sphere of influence of the Golden Whip Gate, Ji Xiaofu clasped his fists in the carriage and said: "The daughter of the Ji family of the Golden Whip Gate is polite, please ask the old man for his name." ”

The old man said with a smile: "Knowing that you are from the Golden Whip Gate, you only need to hand over the Young Gang Master of the Sanjiang Gang, and we will never be embarrassed by your Golden Whip Gate." ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiao looked at Beibi with a smile, Beibi was in a hurry, and scolded loudly: "Where did the old miscellaneous hair come from is talking nonsense here, you tell Bei Ci to look at things, this young master has abandoned the dark and turned to the light and he is incompatible!"

He wasn't lying, but he didn't know him.

The old man sneered and said, "You Golden Whip Gate and the field of the three major dart bureaus don't do the business of the Sanjiang Gang, why did you kidnap the young gang leader." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to his waist and took out a pair of judge's pens, the tip of which was in the shape of a snake's head.

He said to Beibi: "Don't worry, the young helper, I was invited by the lowly helper to save the young helper, please be wronged for a while." ”

Beibi couldn't wait to scold when he heard this, where did he invite such a bastard, doesn't this cost the master's life?

Ji Xiaofu is a high disciple of Emei, well-informed, she had heard the master say that there is a faction in Goryeo that makes the judge pen, the pen is cast in the shape of a snake, and its tricks and acupoint techniques are very different from those in Middle Earth, probably to take the feminine and vicious nature of snake venom, and the tricks are slippery and vicious, this faction is called the "Qinglong faction", and the famous master in the faction only remembers the surname Quan, and even the master does not know what the name is.

So Ji Xiaofu clenched his fists and said, "Is the predecessor from the Goryeo Qinglong faction?"

The old man was slightly startled, and thought, "Look, you are only in your twenties, but you have a lot of knowledge, and you know where I came from. ”

This old man is the head of the Qinglong faction of Goryeo, named Quan Jiannan, who was hired from Goryeo by the leader of the Sanjiang Gang.

He has not been in Middle-earth for a long time, and he has never made a move, so he didn't expect to show up and let Ji Xiaofu see through.

At that moment, the snake's head waved his pen and said, "The old man is Quan Jiannan." ”

Ji Xiaofu said: "The Goryeo Qinglong Sect has no relationship with the Middle Earth Martial Arts, I don't know how the Golden Whip Gate offended the old hero of Quan, please make it clear." ”

Quan Jiannan's smiling muscles moved again, and said: "The old man has no grievances with Your Excellency, and we Koreans also know that the chivalrous deeds are righteous for the heavens, and we are invited by the humble gang leader to uphold justice." ”

He speaks Chinese with inaccurate pronunciation, a sharp voice, and indiscriminate use of idioms, which sounds doubly harsh.

Yang Xiao listened to him, looked up and down, and then chuckled and said, "Since you are from Goryeo, why did you make the judge's pen not use a stick?"

Quan Jiannan was stunned when he heard this, Yang Xiao's question was too strange, he didn't know how to answer.

Ji Xiaofu asked, "Does this sect make sticks?" I really don't know. ”

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "What do you don't make with a stick? I just didn't expect that you would be able to bounce on your stick in Goryeo, and you dare to make noise in front of this seat today, which is very good!"

Although Quan Jiannan didn't know what Yang Xiao meant by the stick, he knew that it was not a good word by looking at his expression and eyes.

And for some reason, as soon as the word Yang Xiao stick came out, he instantly felt a tingling pain from the depths of his soul, as if this stick had some inexplicable connection with himself.

Quan Jiannan sneered: "The kid doesn't know whether he lives or dies, and he is in vain to claim the benefits of his tongue, do you dare to come and learn the old man's tricks?"

Ji Xiaofu had heard of this old man's name from Extinction and knew that his martial arts were excellent, so he asked, "What if the old man loses?"

Quan Jiannan snorted: "If I lose, everyone will rush up, we don't pay attention to what is going it alone." In the past, when Emperor Yang of Sui, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty invaded Goryeo, did they not attack us with hundreds of thousands of troops and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses? ”

Yang Xiao snorted coldly: "You old stick is quite grudgeful, it seems that you are not convinced, just by what you say, in the future, this seat will inevitably lead the army to Goryeo, and you will be wiped out of the country and the species!"

Then Yang Xiao looked at him coldly and said: "It's really a frog at the bottom of the well sitting in the well watching the sky, thinking that if you call the king on the stick ground, you don't know the height of the sky!

After Yang Xiao finished speaking, he took out the Yitian Sword from behind his back and handed it to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji took it respectfully, and then his body was together, and he fell off the carriage lightly, landed on his left foot, held the scabbard of the Yitian Sword in his left hand, and held the hilt of the Yitian Sword in his right hand, and said: "You are a guest, please come in!"

Quan Jian's manly face was red, he didn't expect Yang Xiao to look down on him so much, and send a child to fight him.

Immediately sneered: "Okay! I didn't expect you Central Plains people to be so rude, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

After speaking, he jumped off the horse, the two pens hit each other, and with a bang, the right pen was dotted, the left pen had not yet been handed out, and his body had gone around to Zhang Wuji's side.

Zhang Wuji pondered: "Today, I will fight on behalf of Uncle Yang, I must not lose his face, even if I am defeated, I must go all out!"

Seeing that Quan Jiannan's right hand snake head pen was pointed, Zhang Wuji pulled out the Yitian Sword, and with a light roar, it was the golden sound of Yuzhen in the jade flute swordsmanship.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's handsome and fancy sword moves, Quan Jiannan looked like a sword dance, and was overjoyed, thinking: "These Central Plains martial artists want to save face and use some fancy kung fu, where is my native kung fu practical!"

At that moment, the left-handed pen was handed out, and he went straight to Zhang Wuji.

As soon as the pen tip in his right hand came into contact with Zhang Wuji's Yitian Sword, he was directly cut off by the Yitian Sword like cutting wheat.

The trend of the Heavenly Sword continued to move towards the door of Quan Jiannan, and in a panic, he hurriedly took the snake pen in his left hand to resist, and there was another soft sound, and the snake pen in his left hand was broken in response.

Quan Jiannan looked at the Heavenly Sword Blade that was spitting cold light, and he was so frightened that his soul flew away, where did he dare to resist.

But he was defenseless at this time, and he used the old move, and in a panic, he used a lazy donkey to roll and roll on the spot, which was enough to avoid this move.

Before he could come back to his senses, Zhang Wuji's move was already in front of him, he was on the ground at this time, and he had to roll on the spot and dodge, but his back was still swept by the Heavenly Sword, and he was suddenly dripping with blood on his back, and he stumbled in pain.

When he came back to his senses again, Zhang Wuji leaned on the heavenly sword on his neck and was staring at him coldly.