The man with the sword turned his head to look at the two teenagers, and pointed down the hillside: "Stand over." ”

So Li Yunxin and Qiao Jiaxin met the colorful eyes of the people in the dart game and slowly walked over.

In fact, for a moment, Li Yunxin planned to summon the Ninth Prince again like last time. But he knew that a demon like Jiu Gongzi was moody, and he definitely wouldn't like others to always disturb him. The first two times he escaped death, but he couldn't tell if Jiu Gongzi would think he was "boring" this time and eat himself.

But even if this time he let himself go...... At least the girl named Qiao Jiaxin next to her - Li Yunxin has no bad feelings towards her, and even has a little good feeling. No one hates "people who like themselves" for no reason - probably killed by the Ninth Prince.

Of course, there is another important reason - the swords in the hands of these people are strikingly similar to the swords in the hands of the two Taoist priests that day.

Although the weapons of the Daqing Dynasty always have an established shape, their sword is more special. The spine of the sword is so thin that it is barely visible, and the blade resembles a flat piece of iron. Although this weapon will be much lighter, it is too poor in terms of sturdiness, and it is a typical example of more than worth the loss.

Li Yunxin thought that these people probably had some kind of subtle connection with the two Taoist priests, and he wanted to try to find some clues. What's more, the sword-wielder didn't act like he was going to kill the killer at first, nor did he show special attention to himself, so he could wait and see for the time being.

As soon as the two groups of people converged, six sword-wielding men in Taoist robes began to give orders.

It's strange that they want the people in the dart bureau to burn the car and burn the red goods.

So the dart masters became agitated.

It is normal for a dart master to meet a strongman. Generally speaking, the dart master who walks the rivers and lakes must be able to eat both black and white. After a certain mountain to offer a filial piety, the leader will not be too difficult. There are so many dart games on the rivers and lakes, so many strongmen. If you encounter it, you will kill people and sell goods, the rules are messed up, no one dares to do business, and the government will encircle and suppress it.

Occasionally, if you encounter an unruly person who plans to get a vote and leave, the purpose is probably red goods, and no one likes to kill people. may accompany his own life, not to mention, or he may suffer a lawsuit, and if he is caught, he will be beheaded.

So the demands of these six strongmen became unbelievable - they didn't want goods.

Qiao Sifu stood beside Qiao Duanhong and lowered his voice: "Uncle, evil sect." I said should we ......."

As he spoke, he glanced at the single knife that landed at his feet.

Qiao Duanhong gritted his teeth and exhaled a breath, shaking his head slightly: "It's not an opponent." Scary. ”

These people's kung fu is so high that they are evil.

From the time five people showed up on the side of the road, fought each other, and were forced to dare not move, it was only three breaths of time. There wasn't even time to send a single alarm call.

Although the thin swords in the hands of these people only hit weapons, Qiao Duanhong knew that they really had murderous intentions, and now everyone in the dart game had to have a blood hole in their throats, lying straight on the ground.

On the rivers and lakes, these six people are already second-rate masters. Whatever small gang you are left in, they are all characters like the hall master and the incense master - how could they gather to do such a thing?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Li Yunxin. Everyone else in the convoy knew the truth, but the young man was of unknown origin. But he immediately dismissed the idea—when the boy approached, the six strongmen did not react in particular.

After running darts for so many years, Qiao Duanhong was completely confused for the first time.

In the end, he still sighed and was ruthless: "Burn." ”

It's not that it's bloodless, it's actually just afraid of death. Who is not afraid of death, especially since most of these people are related to each other. He could probably have a deal with one of them himself, and if he was lucky, he could escape. But so many people...... Probably start to move, and none of them can get out of it - a game of death.

After saying this, Qiao Duanhong took a step forward: "Qiao Duanhong is in the Hongfu Dart Bureau in Lower Los Angeles. Chengjianghu friends can afford it, and shout a water knife. A few friends opened today, and we admit it. If this thing is to be burned, it will be burned. But what a few friends want and what they want, you can say clearly. If it can help ......"

"Shut up. A sword-bearer with high cheeks and fine eyes said, "One more word, and death." ”

Qiao Duanhong's face immediately turned red, and he was almost about to rush forward. It's the first time he's been treated like this in so many years. But in the end, he still suppressed the anger that rushed to his heart, arched his hand, and stopped talking.

"Burn. Qiao Duanhong said it again and glanced at the man fiercely.

But the other party only pulled out a fleeting sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Li Yunxin's heart jumped.

The other party wants to kill.

No matter how well a person is disguised, there are always subtle expressions that faithfully reflect his mental activities. He looked at the one with high cheeks and fine eyes, and realized that although he seemed cold and calm, the look in the eyes of these people was indeed like looking at a dead man.

The man felt that they were going to die sooner or later.

It was one of the skills he relied on to make a living in his last life. Not to mention perfection, but in this world, there is probably no one like it.

Eventually, the fire burned. Then six sword-wielding men drove the convoy of a dozen people together and walked towards the field by the roadside.

Li Yunxin walked in the middle of the team, with Liu Laodao beside him. Lao Dao was a little flustered at this time, muttering non-stop in his mouth, probably saying that he was unlucky and kept following this train.

Qiao Sifu listened for a while, and couldn't help but glare back at him: "What are you talking about! It's not that you are the head of the Dongxuan Sect! At this time, you don't even dare to let out a fart!"

Liu Laodao sighed and ignored him, probably really worried about his own life and didn't have the heart to care.

Qiao Sifu scolded angrily, and glared at Li Yunxin again: "Embroidered pillow." A man can't protect my little sister - I'm you, and you're desperate to protect the woman!

Li Yunxin smiled: "Hmm." ”

His attitude made Qiao Sifu even more annoyed, but he didn't know what to say. I had to snort again and turn my head away.

Qiao Jiaxin glanced at Li Yunxin beside Qiao Sifu and turned her face away.

In fact, the girl was a little disappointed in her heart. She knew that the boy looked like a scholar, with a thin body and no strength, but ...... Why don't you have the heart to do it......

She felt that if Li Yunxin and the fourth brother had a few arguments just now, she would feel a lot better.

The six men who drove them away did not interfere with their conversations, but only had a proud face, like a few solemn shepherds.

Qiao Duanhong lowered his voice, so that several people around him could hear it: "It depends on the situation." If the situation is not right...... You can't just wait to be slaughtered. ”

He glanced at his daughter Qiao Jiaxin and gritted his teeth: "If they start...... Listen to me when the time comes, desperately. ”

Qiao Jiaxin also pursed her lips and nodded.

I walked for half an hour.

They went deeper into the woods, and the trees around them grew taller and taller. Eventually, the canopy of the trees obscured the sky, and it was dark in advance.

The more I walked, the more panicked I became. When Qiao Duanhong couldn't help it and wanted to try if he could fight for his life and take a few people to stand out, the sword-wielder with high cheeks and careful eyes said in a deep voice: "Stay." Take a break. ”

It's a strange phrase, but everyone knows what it means.

Li Yunxin frowned slightly, feeling as if he had thought of something.

The word "stay" should not be used here. I guess it's "stop".

"Rest" was a good word, but it was too polite for him to say that to the captives.

Li Yunxin could see that after the man said this, he seemed to be a little complacent—this kind of emotion probably didn't feel by the person himself.

These guys, huh......

In the words of his time, he just wanted to pretend to be forced.

Or you want to dress up a little colder. So I'm not going to talk well, I'm going to drag the words. Unfortunately, it is probably limited in its own level, so it is nondescript.

As the only calm observer in this group of captives, Li Yunxin felt that he had touched some veins. These six people are now self-conscious, but they do not fit well into the role they are currently playing. This means that the reasons or conditions that can make them "self-conscious" are relatively recent.

In fact, there are some clues. The six men chased them away with straight faces, trying to act like they were not interested in them and regarded them as ants. But the look betrayed them—and when they saw the infighting among the captives, there were actually a few people who seemed a little gloating. This is not the manifestation of "the heart is like stopping water".

They also wore robes.

In Li Yunxin's perception of this world, if there is a force that can make the strongmen on the rivers and lakes revere and worship and even want to deliberately imitate it......

It's probably the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect.

He felt he had guessed right. These six people may really have a little connection with those two Taoist priests.

No one knew that sentence had led the boy to draw so many inferences, and they were all trying to make their own judgments.

The six people said they wanted to rest, and Qiao Duanhong waved his hand: "Rest for a while." ”

He's still the backbone of the game anyway, and he's trying to make himself look a little more composed. He thought that the six people might understand his role and "weight", and they could probably talk about it later.

It was already getting dark, and there was a breeze in the woods. A quarter of an hour later, two bonfires were lit. The men of the dart game were gathered under a towering old tree that hugged each other, and the six strong men were a little further away from them, and they also sat around the fire, talking occasionally, and glancing at the captives with a gloomy face, their eyes contemptuous and indifferent, like looking at pigs and dogs.

They seem to be waiting for something.