What will it be like to see his daughter again, Jian Wuzheng had thought about it before. I don't dare to think about it after thinking about it for a long time.

But he never thought that he would see such a person before meeting his daughter.

The man was about five feet tall on his back, blind in one eye, missing a piece of his ear, and obliquely hooked his eye when he looked at people.

This person, he met ten years ago, and he was quite impressed.

In addition to the strange appearance, just a few days after seeing this person, his daughter disappeared.

When they met at this moment, they were naturally surprised with indignation.

The dwarf on the other side was stunned for a moment when he saw Jian Wuzheng, and then grinned, revealing his back molars, and smiled: "I didn't see it clearly when I was mirage just now, you are a lot older." ”

Without waiting for the sword to fight, the dwarf said to himself: "When I went to the monk's temple to find what you asked for stuttering, you didn't give it, has your rice been delicious all these years?"

Jian Wuzheng gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, you kidnapped Shao'er." ”

"It turns out that her name is Shao'er? She didn't tell me back then, she just cried vigorously, which was annoying to hear. The dilapidated beggar outside the temple is now proud: "When I killed her, if she had said that she had such a nice name, I would not have done it." Such a cute little girl, just like that, was bitten by the wolf, it's a pity. ”

Jian Wuzheng only felt trembling all over, and the internal force of his body was rampaging through the meridians, and he had been looking for ten years to wait for such a result. It turned out that Shao'er died ten years ago.

In the first three years, he was afraid that his daughter would be captured by the enemy on the rivers and lakes, so he worked hard to practice swordsmanship, and relied on the motivation to find his daughter one day to become a rare master in the world. In the next three years, he asked his senior brother to resign and traveled all over the rivers and lakes to find traces of his daughter.

After coming back, he learned that his wife had thrown himself into the river a year ago, and the corpse had not been found so far, so he could only secretly pray for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas of Mantian, and his wife would be safe and sound, but she was far away and could not find the way back.

A few years later, he almost lost his hair overnight, and he worked incognito as a groom in his brother's mansion without thinking about it.

Now he knows that even if he becomes a famous master in the world and the most powerful person in the rivers and lakes, Shao'er is already dead, dying on a mouthful of cold rice that was not sent ten years ago.

Jian Wuzheng easily pinched off a dead branch from the book on the side, and as soon as the internal force was instilled, the dead branch exploded into pieces.

This is true for four or five pinched in a row.

Xue Yong couldn't see it, and handed over his saber.

The sword Wuzheng took it silently, and it was only a blink of an eye, and the knife, which was still a sharp weapon, was broken into several knots. He looked at the blood that exploded on his hands, and gradually laughed and cried.

The beggar seemed to have seen too much of others like this, and threw out more vicious words one after another. What is being said, Jian Wufu can't hear clearly. The chaotic internal force had already crushed his mouth, nose and ears to bleed.

He only knows that the internal force is constantly instilled into the palm of his hand, even if the flesh and blood explode.

Xue Meng couldn't look down on others like this, so he pulled out his saber and roared angrily and went straight to the beggar to kill.

The beggar just waved his hand, like driving away a fly, and Xue Meng spurted blood back.

The beggar sneered and pointed to the cave behind him: "Your girl is dead, there are still two in the cave, if you just go crazy and die, the next two will follow in Shao'er's footsteps." ”

Perhaps it was these words that played a role, Jian Wuzheng's eyes, which were originally gradually cloudy, gradually regained their clarity, although his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were blood-red. After all, he is still a rare master in the world.

He plucked one from the tree next to him again, and the blood mixed with internal force poured into it, infecting the dead branch into vermilion.

The beggar nodded and grinned, "Amazing!"