As soon as the first wall heard about the price, he immediately laughed and said, "It seems that your grandson is quite valuable." ”

Miao Fuqin also smiled and said, "It's more or less worth a little money." ”

The first went over the wall and said: "Since you are so valuable, even if I want to kill you, I can't do this!"

Miao Fuqin hurriedly said: "If you kill me, it will be a big loss." Only people with brain problems would do such a loss-making thing. Do you say?"

The first one laughed over the wall: "You're right!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, suddenly a voice came from the woods, saying, "I think it's right, too!"

The voice was deep and majestic.

At this time, the first wall and Miao Fuqin were taken aback.

Miao Fuqin, who was lying on the ground, couldn't see who the person who spoke was.

But the first wall could still be seen, and as soon as he heard the voice, he immediately turned his head to look.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw four people.

Walking in the front was a short and fat middle-aged man in his fifties, this middle-aged man was full of red light, with a big belly, wearing a dark green brocade robe, and he was holding a jet-black short stick in his hand.

The middle-aged man was followed by a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a soft gauze Tang scarf, a dark blue diamond-patterned robe, and cowhide boots. This person has white teeth and red lips, a mustache, and looks suave and extremely chic. It's just strange that in such a winter when there is sun, it is not hot, there is still a folding fan in his hand. From time to time, this person shook off the folding fan in his hand, and closed it again after a few light fannings.

Behind him was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, dressed in a white-washed light blue shirt, born neither strong nor thin, with a white and beardless face, and looked like a very clean man. This man was also a little strange, because the weapon in his hand was neither a sword nor a knife, but a very long and thick needle.

There was another man, who looked like a foreigner, very tall, with both the majesty of a man and the sweetness and grace of a woman. He has a fair complexion, a softly contoured melon seed face, soft and delicate dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and delicate lip line.

I have never seen such four people in the first wall. So he stared at the men and asked, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "We are not human. ”

The first wall frowned and said, "You are not human, what is that?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Yellow Sparrow." ”

The first one was surprised: "Yellow Sparrow, what Yellow Sparrow? Are you saying that your surname is Yellow Sparrow, and your name is Yellow Sparrow?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind." ”

As soon as I heard this, I finally understood what this middle-aged man meant.

It turned out that these people were also coming for the silver taels.

The first wall pointed to the boxes and sacks on the ground with the iron clamp in his hand, and asked, "You are also here for these boxes and sacks?"

The middle-aged man said, "I like this box and sack very much, can you give me these two things?"

The first over the wall sneered: "I also like your head, can you give it to me?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Yes, my head has been getting worse and worse lately, and even I hate my head a little, if you want my head very much, then you can take it now." ”

The first climbed over the wall and said, "You hate your head, but I don't hate my boxes and sacks." Since you hate your head, I don't want it anymore. I still like my boxes and sacks, and I still want to keep them, so I can't give them to you. ”

The middle-aged man said lazily, "I like your box and sack very much. ”

The first climbed over the wall and said: "I don't care if you like it or not, I won't give it to you anyway." ”

The middle-aged man said: "I like it very much, but you don't give it to me, then I have to cut off your head." ”

The first wall sneered: "If you have the ability, you might as well let the horse come over and cut off my head." ”

As soon as he heard this, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looked at the three people behind him, and said, "He wants us to cut off his head." Which of you would make the effort to cut off his head?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clean-looking young man with a needle in his hand suddenly stood up and said, "I haven't cut someone's head for a long time, I'll cut it for him!"

The middle-aged man stared at the young man and said, "Oh, Xiao Fan, the weapon you used is a needle, how can you help him cut off his head?"

These people are none other than the members of the Six Flowers Gang.

This short and chubby middle-aged man is, of course, Lu Jingtang.

This young man with a needle in his hand is none other than Fan Yisheng.

The tall and big foreign woman is Fan Huzi.

There is also the graceful young man with a folding fan in his hand, but he is a teacher of Yushan. This person can be said to be the top master who is good at using hidden weapons in contemporary rivers and lakes.

Shi Yushan is the same age as Lu Fuhua.

Lu Fuhua apprenticed to Yushan as a teacher and learned hidden weapons.

At this time, Fan Yansheng was staring at the iron clamp pliers in his hand for the first wall, listened to Lu Jingtang's question, and said, "Although my needle can't help him cut his head, his own pliers can." ”

Lu Jingtang pointed to the first wall and said, "Are you going to borrow the pliers in his hand to help him cut off his head?"

Fan Yansheng said: "I don't plan to borrow it from him." His pincers also look a little unique, and I like unique blades, so I love them too, as long as my needle can kill him. Then the pliers in his hand are mine. ”

Lu Jingtang was looking at Fan Weisheng with a smile, and after listening to Fan Weisheng's words, he nodded.

Fan Yansheng continued: "In this way, no one cares about my own things, no one can use them, and I don't want to borrow anything from others at all, whether it's money or anything else, I will never borrow it." ”

Lu Jingtang laughed and said: "This habit of yours is indeed a good habit! You are also a good young man!" He thought for a while, and then said: "As long as you can kill this person, this tong is yours, and I promise not to fight with you." ”

Fan Yansheng smiled: "Okay! Thank you!"

As soon as his voice fell, the long needle in his hand suddenly shot out.

The long silver needle with black in it, the sharp and sharp tip of the needle, went straight to the chest of the first wall.

The shot of this needle is like a male wasp attacking a drunk man who is provoking bees and snakes.

But this needle is faster than a wasp's sting, and more vicious than a wasp's sting.

The first is to climb over the wall and urgently raise the iron tongs to cover the frame.

The first shot over the wall was already very fast! Fast as a wasp.

But Fan Yansheng's shot was faster than that of the Wasp!

The iron tongs that first climbed over the wall were swung out, and a silver arc slashed through, striking the long needle sideways, he originally wanted to knock Fan Yansheng's long needle away, and then backhand a pliers, and slashed the opponent's neck with a sharp blade outside the pliers.

But this blow came to naught.

Just as the first wall pincer was about to touch the long needle, the long needle suddenly disappeared. Miraculously disappeared. It's as if this long needle hasn't been shot at all until now.

Fan Yansheng's long needle was suddenly taken back by himself.

He's fast enough!

It's like a ghost sending a god to it!

It's so fast that it's weird and inexplicable.

Fan Yansheng's blow failed to succeed, and at this moment of lightning, another needle hit the lower abdomen of the first wall.

As soon as the wrist of the first wall was flipped, the iron tongs in his hand struck down heavily.

As soon as you knock the opponent's long needle open, the first wall can be stabbed straight into the enemy's abdomen.

However, Fan Yansheng's move is a false move.

Just as he shook the stitch, his figure suddenly spread like a wasp, and he was behind the first wall.

The needle in his hand stabbed silently at the back of the head of the first wall.

The reaction of the first wall was definitely not very slow, he turned around at this moment, and then slammed the long needle in Fan Yusheng's hand with a clamp diagonally upward.

I only heard the sound of "dang".

This plier has been hit on Fan Weisheng's long needle.

Fan Yansheng's long needle was immediately shaken open.