The disciples of the Beggar Gang were all searching for the man in black, although the perimeter was heavily guarded, but due to the limited manpower, there were few people inside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Zhao Bufan wanted to escape, it would be really difficult, but he could move in a small area inside, but no one cared about it at all, he pretended to be in pain, turned around a few times in the small courtyard on this side of the guest room, and then slowly walked to the thatched house, looking like he was desperate to death, and the beggar disciples who happened to patrol the passing by didn't feel anything wrong.

When he closed the door of the thatched house, he instantly became energetic, and he took out the evidence from under the crotch in a hurry, and prepared to bury it all in the soil next to the thatched pit. The letter paper was now crumpled and wrinkled, and he folded it flat one by one, for fear of being damaged.

But flipping through it, when he saw the last few pieces of paper, he was suddenly stunned, and his pupils quickly dilated!

"This is ......" Zhao Bufan repeated the last few photos in amazement, and his heart was shocked: "Kang Long has regrets? Flying Dragon is in the sky? Seeing the dragon in the field? This is a detailed explanation of the tricks and luck methods of the Beggar Gang's Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms? Yan Zhennan is actually stealing the Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms of the Beggar Gang, but why are there only three palms?"

After a while, Zhao Bufan came back to his senses, looked at the only three moves in his hand and the eighteen palms of the dragon, and without hesitation, he separated them from the list of those criminal evidences, and then dug two pits, one to bury the list of evidence, and the other to bury the three tricks of the eighteen palms of the dragon.

After the pit was refilled and he couldn't see it at all when he stepped on it with his feet, he patted the dirt off his hands and said secretly: If I don't die, the secret book of the three tricks of the eighteen palms of the dragon is mine, and if I die, then whoever digs it will get it!

The joy of obtaining the eighteen palms of the dragon descended to talk about the worries in Zhao Bufan's heart, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and still left the thatched house as if he was lost in his soul.

Every moment at this time was torment for him, he was afraid that Yan Zhennan would figure out the cause and effect at any time, his nerves were very tense, and he kept breaking out in a cold sweat, but he kept telling himself to be calm, kept telling himself to be calm, and forced himself to be stable. Fortunately, his injuries were severe enough to justify his physical abnormality, otherwise it would have been a fatal flaw. But he can't help it, he doesn't want to die, fear can't be completely eliminated after all, he just relies on principles and beliefs to insist!

One hour, two hours, three hours......

Half a day passed in a flash, seeing the sunset, approaching the evening, the man in black still had no news, the people who broke the rudder of the beggar gang became more and more anxious, Yan Zhennan and Kong Helm were also like burning their butts, they couldn't hold it steady anymore, they knew the consequences.

Zhao Bufan couldn't help but walk into the courtyard, looking at the sunset in the distance alone, with a bitter face.

"Zhu Lian, why haven't you arrived yet, why?"

His heart muttered silently.

At this time, Yan Zhennan and the beggar gang's Kong helmsman came with more than a dozen people menacingly, and when they saw Zhao Bufan standing with his hands in his hands, Yan Zhennan roared and shouted: "Mu Qing, do those two black-clothed people exist? Why are there no clues at all? Why can't they find the slightest trace? Is there such a thing in this world?"

Zhao Bufan didn't pretend anymore, nor did he quibble anymore, because nothing was meaningless.

At this moment, it doesn't matter whether Yan Zhennan believes in him or not. Since Yan Zhennan can't recover the evidence, he doesn't even have any clues and directions, and he knows that his life is difficult to protect, no matter what the truth is, he will be angry with him, an outsider. After all, the incident happened after he appeared, how could Yan Zhennan let him go as a suspect, as for his non-existent master, Yan Zhennan would no longer scruple about it, because he couldn't recover the evidence, Yan Zhennan himself was facing a desperate situation, how could he care so much!

"Alas!"

Zhao Bufan sighed leisurely, facing a desperate situation, he silently turned around and looked at Yan Zhennan, facing everything with a smile.

"Brother Yan, you're right, there can't be anything in the world without clues, as long as you do it, then there are rules to follow!"

"Mu Qing, you'd better explain clearly, what do you mean?" Yan Zhennan was murderous.

"I'm sorry, I've been friends for so long, thanks to your hospitality, but I have been facing you with a fake name, I'm really ashamed!" Zhao Bufan put his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the red sun in the distance. "The sunset is so beautiful, but unfortunately I'm afraid I won't see it again!"

Yan Zhennan was slightly stunned, but then he was shocked and angry.

"Who are you!! where are the faiths!!!

"I'm Zhao Bufan!"

A soft word is plain, and a name is ordinary.

But when Yan Zhennan heard this, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, but fortunately, the Kong helmsman next to him supported him, so he calmed down, and slapped his thigh with grief and anger, regret and hatred.

"Zhao Bufan, no wonder everyone calls you the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox, if you really live up to your name, I didn't expect that I, Yan Zhennan, would also be planted in your hands!"

"Nine-Tailed Divine Fox, the nickname you gave me?" Zhao Bufan smiled in surprise.

Yan Zhennan glared angrily: "You don't talk nonsense with me here, if you don't want to be tortured, quickly tell where the evidence is!"

"The evidence has been sent to the imperial court by Zhu Lian, and you are no longer saved!" Zhao Bufan chuckled and whispered, as if he was saying something very light.

In an instant, Yan Zhennan and Master Kong Helm were desperate, their faces were bloodless, and their bodies were cold.

Looking at Zhao Bufan's calm and calm appearance, Yan Zhennan felt hatred in his heart, suddenly pulled out his saber, and roared violently and flew to kill.

"Zhao Bufan, even if I die, I will definitely not let you feel better, and I will not let you taste the torture of the world, and it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Hmph! It's easy if you want to kill me, but it's hard to catch me!"

Zhao Bufan responded coldly, regardless of the serious internal injuries, he urged the Nine Yin Divine Claws with the Nine Turns Golden Yang Divine Skill to bravely face the battle.

Yan Zhennan's martial arts are obviously more than one grade higher, the knife is tricky and vicious, and the strength is fierce and terrifying, Zhao Bufan does not dare to face the enemy head-on, and tries his best to perform light skills and move and fight. Yan Zhennan's fierce sword aura passed by him from time to time, and he even felt that death was close at hand.

But he didn't want to give up, he was still trying his best, although he knew that he might still die in the end, but he chose to fight until the last moment!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought fiercely for more than 20 moves, Zhao Bufan was seriously injured, and narrowly avoided Yan Zhennan's move to roll up the clouds, but he failed to recover in time, Yan Zhennan instantly seized the opportunity, the knife momentum in his right hand remained unchanged, and his left hand waved a palm smoothly.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

If there was a dragon roaring on the ground, Yan Zhennan's left hand was like a swimming dragon, fierce and furious.

Zhao Bufan couldn't avoid it, he roared, his hands came out together, and he fought hard with Yan Zhennan.

"Poof!"

In an instant, Zhao Bufan spurted blood from his mouth, like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down several feet in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

Yan Zhennan's killing intent boiled, and he jumped hard, intending to take advantage of the situation to end Zhao Bufan's life.

"Death to the traitor!" At the critical moment, there was a burst of shouts in the air, and a figure was as fast as lightning, leaping from the roof of the courtyard, pouring out of strength, and the palms of both hands shone with an almost metallic luster.

"Dacheng's powerful Vajra palm!" Yan Zhennan exclaimed in surprise, frightened the seven souls out of his body, and forcibly twisted his body in mid-air to avoid it.

But the appearance of this master was too sudden, and it happened that when he jumped high, the old strength was not exhausted, and the new strength was not born, it was really like hitting a chicken cub, directly beating him out, breaking through the wall of the house in the distance, and the whole person fell into the house, and there was no movement again.

The person who came didn't care about Yan Zhennan, turned his head to look at Master Kong and those beggar gang disciples, and snorted coldly with disdain: "Back then, the beggar gang was also a well-known faction in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that now it has become a place where Xiaoxiao and traitors gather, it really ruined the hard work of several generations of gang leaders, I think what a hero Qiao gang leader was back then, if it weren't for ...... Alas!"

Master Kong looked at him with some fear, and asked intently, "Who are you?"

"Zhu Bocai!" the person said indifferently.

But this name frightened Master Kong Duo and many beggar disciples to shiver together, and the roots of Master Kong Duo's teeth were a little unfavorable, and he said in a trembling voice: "Emperor...... Imperial City Si Tidian, Zhu ...... Cinnabar...... Zhu Bocai!"

Huangcheng Division in the hearts of martial arts people, that is a very terrible existence, although the predecessor of this Jinyi Wei is still not as good as the later Jinyi Wei, but in the Great Song Dynasty is famous, after the death of Emperor Zhezong, Zhao Jichu, who loves to have fun, ascended the throne, can not withstand the bewitchment of traitors, ordered to eliminate the knights walking in the rivers and lakes, the Imperial City Division is the main force. If it weren't for the fact that there were many masters in the Imperial City Division who were also from various sects, and they intended to preserve the foundation of each sect at that time, I am afraid that many would have to break off their inheritance.

Zhu Bocai's name is even more thunderous, not only born in a family of military generals, but also went to Shaolin to learn art when he was young, the internal force is just and strong, and the strong King Kong palm is superb, even the Shaolin monks are ashamed of themselves, and the name is reported at this moment, and the beggars are immediately deterred from moving.

Soon, the rudder of the entire beggar gang resounded with fierce shouts of killing, and the elite soldiers under Li Miao's command were all extraordinary in martial arts, and quickly rushed into this courtyard.

Zhu Lian also rushed into the hospital, and when he saw Zhao Bufan seriously injured and fell to the ground, he pounced directly, and when he saw the injury clearly, his eyes immediately turned red, and he yelled at Zhu Bocai: "Daddy, save him, he is so seriously injured!"

Zhu Bocai looked at her dotingly, and shook his head with a smile: "Lian'er don't worry, he can't die, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that Yan Zhennan stole is still far behind, and he hasn't even understood the word of repentance of Kanglong, how can it be so powerful?

After saying this, Zhu Bocai suddenly turned his head to look behind the beggars.

"Am I right?

"Amitabha! The dog has been dead for many years, so why bother talking about it anymore!"

An old monk with a white beard slowly walked out from behind everyone.