The five or six beggar Chrysanthemum Hall disciples were surprised when they saw a bald boy suddenly appear in front of him, his clothes were torn apart, especially compared to themselves, so they didn't care about the injuries on their bodies, and struggled to stand up one after another. Feng Zidu asked, "Where is that little girl?" One of the beggar disciples had seen Feng Zidu in the drunken chrysanthemum pavilion by the riverside, recognized him as the new hall master of the Plum Blossom Hall, and hurriedly replied: "The master of the Feng Hall knows that after the little girl injured a few of us with poisonous smoke, it happened to be Liu ...... Mr. Liu arrived in time, and she hurried to that side of the road. As he spoke, he pointed to a path on the right at the foot of the mountain.

Feng Zidu saw that the five or six Chrysanthemum Hall disciples all had blue noses and swollen faces, and the injuries were really not light, so he couldn't help but be secretly annoyed, and thought, "This little girl always doesn't know the severity of her shots. Then he asked, "A few of you are not in the way, right? What about Mr. Liu, but why can't you see him?" The beggar disciple heard the words and then clenched his fists and said, "There is the master of Laofeng Hall who is concerned." A few of his subordinates have taken the antidote given by Mr. Liu, and they are already much better. Mr. Liu said that there were some things to ask the little girl face-to-face to understand, and left some ointment to apply, and hurried after her. ”

When Feng Zi heard this, he couldn't help but be secretly anxious, although this Mr. Liu didn't know what kind of person he was, but whether it was in martial arts or poison arts, he was better than Jing Ling. If Jing Ling falls into his hands, he will suffer a lot of bitter fruits. Feng Zidu immediately clenched his fists and said goodbye, turned around and hurried towards the back of the path on the right.

The five or six beggar Chrysanthemum Hall disciples only had a figure flashing in front of them, and they came to see that Fengzi had swept more than ten zhang away, and everyone was stunned for a moment, only to be shocked. One person thought: "This Feng Hall Master is so close to that little girl, and it is not his lover to cover that little girl?" Alas, the young man is romantic, and he must not let the Feng Hall Master know that I have slashed the little girl with one sword. However, when I thought that the paper couldn't contain the fire after all, I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Running along the small path, there is already a plain in front of you, and a big river is even more at your feet, and there is no trace of Jing Ling and Mr. Liu. The sun sets, and the golden light shines all over the river. Fengzi was sleepy and thirsty, and when he saw that the river was still clear, he leaned down on a stone by the river and fetched water to drink.

Who knew that as soon as he finished eating two palms of water, he suddenly heard the sharp wind behind him. Fengzi secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly turned over, and with a "ding" sound, the tip of a long sword hit the stone surface next to his ear, and sparks flew everywhere. Feng Zi was both shocked and angry, he couldn't imagine that the person who came would take out the sword without taking a look at his face, if he turned over a little slowly, wouldn't it be that the bone meridian in the back of his head had been pierced through by the tip of the sword?

Something happened, he was caught off guard, and he was so close to the two swords that he pointed at the vital point on his body, how could Fengzi dare to move a little again? I heard a coquettish voice shouting, "If you want to move a little more, this girl will blind your dog eye first." The sword next to the ear was raised, and the tip of the sword was already tightly pressed against the left eyelid, and the ice was bone-deep, as long as the other party used a little force, the tip of the sword would pierce through the eye.