This change was completely unexpected by Ling Qianshan.

The reason why he infiltrated the dart game was because he felt that something big was about to happen, and because he was worried about Sinan, but he also hoped to help Zhou Jin.

When Ling Qianshan listened to Zhou Jin's confession, he understood that what the other party said was true, and the villain in the story was Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

Therefore, Ling Qianshan hopes that Zhou Jin can succeed. This is not only a hymn to revenge, but also a righteous act of righteousness. When Zhou Jin used the trick to hit Qiao Zhenyuan again and hit his head with a cane, Ling Qianshan, who was on guard next to him, was relieved, but then, Ling Qianshan couldn't believe his eyes.

Zhou Jin waved his cane, but smashed it a few inches in front of Qiao Zhenyuan, smashing into dust. Then, as if he had taken revenge, Zhou Jin laughed and knelt on the ground, at this time Qiao Zhenyuan suddenly made a move, and his thick and strong arms ruthlessly penetrated Zhou Jin's chest.

Zhou Jin fell on his back, and his cane was also thrown aside.

"Zhou Jin!" Ling Qianshan stepped lightly and came to Zhou Jin's side.

Under the messy bangs like withered grass, Zhou Jin's eyes widened, looking at Ling Qianshan unwillingly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Ling Qianshan's sleeve, and said to him strugglingly: "It seems that I messed up...... Sorry......"

This sentence of apology, is it to Ling Qianshan, or to the official lady who doesn't know her name?

The answer is unknown.

Zhou Jin's head tilted, and his breath was already cut off.

He died, and he didn't blink an eye.

Maybe justice will come eventually, but belated justice has nothing to do with Zhou Jin.

Ling Qianshan slowly wiped Zhou Jin's eyes, he couldn't understand why Zhou Jin had failed.

"Did you just ......?"

Ling Qianshan, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

The young swordsman looked at Qiao Zhenyuan in astonishment.

"It's just a crude imitation, it's not worth mentioning. Qiao Zhen smiled from afar.

"This is the realm of the Lu Cun Martial Artist, who can use the enemy's technique for a short time, so you used the illusion of that altar master?" Ling Qianshan drew his long sword and asked awe-inspiringly.

Qiao Zhen smiled from afar: "There are many things you need to know." ”

"Really?" Ling Qianshan strode towards Qiao Zhenyuan.

However, as soon as he stepped forward, he was forced to retreat with his sword to block the flying red-tasseled darts. Sasaki and his ninja legions, finally defeated, fled out of the town, several veteran dart masters gestured to each other, decisively divided into two, one part led the elite to pursue these escaped ninjas, while the other part, to protect the lightly wounded and seriously injured to stay behind and protect their main dartheads.

Several figures suddenly came to Qiao Zhenyuan's side, holding all kinds of sharp weapons, and the innate vitality was circling, each of which was by no means good.

Ling Qianshan saw that the situation was not good, so he could only retreat to Sinan's side. At the same time, the way out from the front and left and right were blocked by the dart masters.

"Well, the tiger has been beaten away, the flies have been killed, and now, it's our turn to take care of the house. Qiao Zhenyuan fought with the support of other dart masters, and while he let his subordinates bandage his wounds, he said to Sinan: "Niece, I haven't received a reply from my previous proposal." ”

It's called a request, but it's actually a persecution.

"Shameless!" Ling Qianshan couldn't help but clench his long sword and said coldly.

Qiao Zhenyuan narrowed his eyes: "Oh? I said Young Master of the Ling family, what do you think is the reason why you are still alive now? Could it be that I will be afraid of the Ling family who is far away in the sky, or the Ling family that has turned into ashes? It's not for the sake of your love for protecting your niece and sending her all the way to the mansion." If I were you, I would have thought about how I would get out of it now. ”

“...... Even if you kill Zhou Jin, the truth will not disappear. Soon, everyone will know what kind of ugliness is hidden behind the glamour of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau. At that time, will you still be as calm as you are now?" Ling Qianshan gritted his teeth.

"Why not?"

Qiao Zhenyuan asked in surprise.

"Even if they knew I did it, what could they do? The weak only wailed, only the fate of being plundered, and never had the right to resist. ”

"What's more, since ancient times, it has been a succession and defeat, if I can use this to defeat the Honglong Society, everything is just a flaw in the crown, who else can say anything!"

He said naturally, the middle of his words was straightforward, and the dart masters around Qiao Zhenyuan also looked as usual, obviously they had long been accustomed to and agreed with the words of the chief dart, and all the discipline and enthusiasm before were inspired by this.

Among them, there is no dissent, only homogeneous and brainwashed self-deception.

"I don't understand, it's really sad that such a man, who is obsessed with the love of his children, has ended up like this. ”

Qiao Zhenyuan looked at Zhou Jin's corpse with pity, but did not despise him anymore, but just shook his head as he spoke, only to provoke Ling Qianshan's hand holding the sword to collapse, and the sword edge trembled.

The two lives are teenagers, and Ling Qianshan certainly knows that this world is far darker than imagined, but the reason why hope was born is because there are still so many people who fantasize about the existence of light.

It's these people who make the world a lot cuter.

Ling Qianshan and Zhou Jin have only been intersecting for a few hours, but they have a bit of a like-minded taste. The young man knew that Zhou Jin had already become a vengeful ghost, but the opportunity for him to fall into the ghost path was not caused by the kindness hidden deep in his heart?

Until Zhou Jin died of anger, that kindness did not disappear.

"I have heard a saying that if the sky is always dark, then live in the dark, if it is dangerous to make a sound, then remain silent, if you feel powerless to shine, then curl up in the corner......" Ling Qianshan exhaled, and he said slowly and solemnly, "But don't be accustomed to the darkness and defend it, don't be proud of your own stubbornness, and don't mock those who are braver than yourself." We can be humble as dust, but we cannot be twisted like maggots. ”

Ling Qianshan asserted: "You think you are domineering, but in fact, you are just a despicable villain, using a strong body and cruel violence to hide your fear and incompetence. ”

"Hmph, that's sad. Qiao Zhenyuan ignored the nonsense of the young man in front of him, he hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, as if an adult was looking at a fairy tale that the child believed to be true, and was so calm that there was no slightest malice, "Okay, now is not the time for you to sigh, hurry up and go away." I'm going to have a good talk with my niece. ”

"I refuse!"

Ling Qianshan erected a long sword, and the mystery of ten thousand laws flowed on the blade of the sword. The more angry he was in his heart, the colder the young man's blood became, three points colder than the thousand-year-old ice, and this calmness made the Ling family sword bloom with an incomparably sharp style. He said aloud:

"The wretched one is you—and you. I won't hand Sinan over to you!"

"Ahem, it seems that you have made up your mind to protect that little lady?"

"When the road is uneven, draw a sword to help!" Ling Qianshan replied subconsciously, but he suddenly reacted, and the voice of the question just now came from behind. He turned his head in astonishment and looked at Sinan with a smile on his face, as well as a white sick scholar.

The scholar was really weak, his face was pale with a hint of blood, his body was slightly rickety, and he was dressed in a white robe, not a ghost but a ghost. He grinned at Ling Qianshan, and just as he was about to say something, he coughed violently. Ling Qianshan could see clearly, the scholar took out a handkerchief from his robe, and when he wiped his mouth, the silk surface was obviously scarlet.

is such a sick scholar, there are so many pairs of eyes present, but none of them have seen how he appeared next to Sinan.

"You're finally here. Sinan said to the sick scholar with a smile.

"Actually, I didn't want to come, but the young man did a good job...... Ahem!" The sick scholar coughed again, and he explained with difficulty to her, to Ling Qianshan, and to everyone present: "But if it goes on, things will not end well, so I must show up." ”

"What are you!" a quick-tempered dart master swung a meteor hammer and threw it at the sick scholar like a meteor with his incomparable innate vitality.

The sick scholar slowly stretched out his hand towards the meteor hammer, his movements unusually slow, so slow that everyone could see how he spread his five fingers. But such a slow movement, but the second before the meteor hammer smashed on him, the hammer head was "picked" in the air, as easy as picking flowers, he threw away the meteor hammer with a snap, and then replied seriously to the words of the dart master: "I am a person, of course it will not be a thing." ”

Hearing that the sick scholar admitted that he was not a thing, no one present laughed. There is no one here who does not learn and has no skills, but anyone who can gain a foothold here has their own strengths, and they have seen a lot of masters in the north and south on weekdays, even if the autumn equinox altar master of the Honglong Society, at most it will only make them shake a little, it is a big deal to fight with their lives, and the rivers and lakes are licking the blood from the knife edge, and the skills are not as good as the end of a person's death.

But they showed an unusually solemn expression, especially Qiao Zhenyuan.

This is not due to violence, but rather to the oppression caused by the large difference in realms that exceeds their psychological expectations.

Qiao Zhenyuan's face was extremely bad, even in his best state, he was not sure that he would be able to fight with this scholar, and now, he had used too much force and was unable to use force. Even so, ambition supported him not to back down, Qiao Zhenyuan asked desperately:

"Why are you here—"

"Zhenjiangnan!"

Hebei Remnant Rainbow Broken Sword, East China Sea Hades Knife, Qingtang Wenhou Halberd, Holy Overlord Gun, and ......

One of the five unique judges pen town Jiangnan!

"I've heard of you when I was riding in a carriage. Ling Qianshan's expression was similarly different, perhaps because of his proximity, he could almost feel the fierce meteor hammer that had just rushed towards him, abruptly stopping in front of the sick scholar, which was almost completely contrary to the common sense he knew. Moreover, the visual effect brought by one fast and one slow made his chest extremely uncomfortable, and he almost wanted to vomit. In order to get rid of this discomfort, Ling Qianshan deliberately asked:

"Where's your pen?"

"I didn't bring it because I came in a hurry. The sick scholar coughed lightly.

"Answer my question! You have an agreement with the Chai family that you will not leave Jiangnan City in one step......

"I really didn't come out. The sick scholar smiled slightly, and he corrected Qiao Zhenyuan's statement, "It's not Jiangnan City, it's Jiangnan, and this place is Jiangnan." ”