Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Game of Salvation?

I heard that there is a dart game in Luoyang - Changhong Dart Bureau.

Guan Changhong, the head of the Changhong Dart Bureau, is said to be a descendant of Guan Yu, a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, who has studied the ancestral Qinglong knife technique and has strong moves.

The "Qinglong Yanyue Knife" in the palm is the treasure of the Changhong Dart Bureau, and ordinary people can't lift it at all, but Guan Changhong can dance like flying.

and Ximen Xuan, the master of Tianjian Gate, and Jiang Tianxiong, the hero of Heluo, are known as the three heroes of Luoyang.

And the Changhong dart game never misses a dart, so it is also the most popular dart game among the people of the rivers and lakes.

Li Xiao looked at Guan Wei, who was drinking snake soup on the side, his clothes were ragged, his right hand was seriously injured, and his muscles were weak, and he stopped talking.

Guan Wei hadn't eaten for most of the day, and he was really hungry because he was injured, so he took Li Xiao's snake soup, hurriedly thanked him and gobbled it up.

"Whew, satisfied. ”

Guan Wei exhaled a long breath, his face full of happiness.

"Brother Tai, I don't know if there is anything you want to ask my little brother?"

Guan Wei looked at Li Xiao's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, put down the bowl, wiped his lips with his sleeve, and then asked.

Li Xiao couldn't help it, the famous Changhong Dart Game actually fell behind, and he couldn't be curious and curious.

"Brother Guan, I am curious about how you ended up like this. ”

Li Xiao paused, and asked while putting away the dishes and chopsticks: "The young master of the dignified Changhong Dart Bureau forced a few small miscellaneous soldiers to hide in this small dilapidated house, and they were still injured everywhere. ”

"I can feel that your internal strength is dissipated, you have fallen into the incense of Qili Xiang. ”

Guan Wei's face darkened instantly, and he stabbed Li Xiao's question in the heart, thinking that Uncle Zong still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and those brothers were still in danger, but he couldn't do anything.

Thinking of this, even Guan Wei, an eight-foot man, couldn't help but wet his eyes with tears.

"I ...... Me, eh~"

Guan Wei still couldn't say it, and sighed heavily.

Li Xiao originally mentioned the seven-point spirit to listen to this gossip, but unexpectedly, Guan Wei was grinding and chirping, and he didn't look like a man at all.

So Li Xiao preempted Guan Wei and said his speculation: "Your dart game is dartboarding?"

Guan Wei was stunned, as if he didn't expect to guess it for Li Xiao.

"Yes, or no?"

Guan Wei nodded instinctively.

"You have lost your ability to move, and you are the only one who escaped?"

Guan Wei nodded again, he didn't expect Li Xiao to guess so accurately.

"Are there any masters of the people who attacked you?" Li Xiao became excited, his hands were itchy, and the number of people slaughtered in Heifeng Village was not much.

"There is a first-class master, it is Jiao Er's eldest brother Jiao Da who was just killed by you, if he hadn't drugged Uncle Zong, they wouldn't have succeeded. Guan Wei gritted his teeth and said, his face flushed with anger.

"A first-class master. Li Xiao muttered to himself.

Guan Wei looked confused, what the hell was wrong, how did he feel that the person in front of him was not smiling normally.

"I've decided, I'm going to help you, help you go and rescue them. Li Xiao held Guan Wei's shoulder excitedly, and the strength in his hand was very strong.

“???”

What the?

What happened?

You're going to help me save people?

Brother, really fake.

Guan Wei looked dazed, with a lot of thoughts, not knowing whether he knew a neurotic or a neuropathy.

"Jiao Da is a first-class master. Guan Wei read it out word by word.

"I know, so what, hehe, I haven't killed a first-class beast yet, just to experience it. Li Xiao turned around with interest and packed up the Long Yuan Sword.

Oh, with such a big breath, even the first-class masters don't care?

But you're just a second-rate martial artist like me, could it be a demon from a first-class sect that has come out to practice?

"I don't know my brother's surname, who is the teacher?"

Guan Wei clasped his hands and asked respectfully, no matter whether what Li Xiao said was true or not, there was one thing that could not be denied, he was his savior.

"Li Xiao, the third disciple of Xiaoyao Valley. Li Xiaotou didn't respond a word, and continued to wipe the Longyuan Sword.

Runaway Valley?

It used to be the most mysterious sect in the rivers and lakes, and now the valley lord has no flawless predecessors who advocate being born and experienced, and this is when it surfaced and everyone in the world knows.

The eldest disciple is unfair, Gu Yuexuan has a great reputation for punishing evil and promoting good in the rivers and lakes, and the second disciple is also a leader in the younger generation of martial arts people.

However, the third disciple Li Xiao has not heard of it, is it a new disciple?

However, if it is a disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, then it is only natural to defeat a first-class master with a second-rate body.

Guan Wei's body trembled excitedly, and he immediately picked up the knife and dragged Li Xiao to the door.

"Brother Guan, what are you doing?" Li Xiao looked helpless, stabilized his body, and was not affected by Guan Wei's pull.

"Go and save people, Brother Li, we have to hurry, otherwise Uncle Zong and they may be in danger. Guan Wei said hurriedly, and the strength in his hands was also a little bigger.

Li Xiao wordlessly knocked off Guan Wei's hand, took out the medicine box under the bed, and took out the silver needle.

"You're going to go like this, the crippled monster is really touching, come here. ”

Guan Wei couldn't believe it, could it be ......

............

Since being ambushed last night, the people of the Changhong Dart Bureau have been strictly guarded by the people of Black Wind Village, except for Guan Wei.

In a vacant field, Changhong's people were tied and trapped together, everyone was depressed, caught by the people of Heifeng Village, destined to be worse than death, it was not that no one tried to escape, but the internal force was scattered, and they couldn't escape if they wanted to, and several brothers in front of them had already died, and the corpses were hanging on the trees next to them, warning everyone.

"I don't know if the young master has escaped. Guan Zong, the strictest first-class master who was guarded, was still worried about Guan Wei in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't escort him out, so he could only cut off the queen for him.

The young master is still injured, and I don't know if I can escape safely.