No one knows how many laughs and tears there are in Wanhualou. In the blink of an eye, the old bustard was angry and forgave her. She walked up and said, "Ahhh ”

Mingxiao responded for her with a dumbfounded voice: "Not only is her scalp thin, but her life is also thin." I think I was the same back then, I don't need to treat every new person who enters the door like this, the old one, it reminds people of the past, so it doesn't make people feel cold!"

When the old bustard heard that she was actually contradicting herself like this, she said angrily again with Mingxiao: "How do you talk tomorrow night, don't think that if you are a little coquettish, I will treat you as the pearl of my palm." Everyone here can still turn around, but they can't do without my little sister Huang, I'll tell you ....... ”

Mingxiao didn't wait for her to finish speaking, he had already pushed her back and said, "Tell me something, you let me!

When the old bustard heard that she was still counting on her to earn more money for herself, after all, there was a living person here, and it was not a discounted business, so she smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this angry thing." I can't finish talking to you as a brainless person, you can help this sister here if you can help her, after all, the new ones are very good for me to follow the rules. ”

The old bustard stretched out his head to look at her, and found that Jinhua's face had the deep imprint of her fingers, and the blood bruises had already shrouded her. The old bustard couldn't bear to look at it, and she said to the busy cowherd: "She's okay!"

"It's okay, can she be okay? You see she's bleeding half a bed, and her life is in danger. The apprentice of Xiaolang next to him said: "I thought that only men would make such a heavy hand, but I didn't expect that you, a woman, would also be so vicious." ”

The cowherd rebuked the apprentice and said, "How do you speak, do you still want this job." ”

The young apprentice threw the medicine and said: "I still learn a fart, such a person without virtue, there is no distinction between right and wrong, even if he learns a good medical skill, he may not be able to cure people." The doctor's parents also have a heart, and I don't want to do it for the sake of money for a long time. ”

He swaggered out the door, and the old man didn't know how to speak. Chunxiao, Mingxiao and others all looked at his back, and Mingxiao whispered: "This is a man with a conscience, just see that he still has a little backbone." ”

She was like a bellows - she was angry inside and out, and she was in a very bad mood, and she lost her temper and said, "What are you talking about tomorrow night?"

At this time, Mingxiao heard the sound of beatings and fights outside, and it was self-evident that the young man couldn't eat and walked away. Tomorrow night ran out and went downstairs, the crowd was around, and a weak man ran out with his head in his arms. Then five or six thugs chased after him, all armed with weapons. The young man shouted as he ran, "How can I be afraid of you bullies, and kill me if you have any kind!"

Xiong Zhenqing's hands were soaked in an iron bucket mixed with oil, water and vinegar, and the fire was burning fiercely underneath, and the water was already boiling hot. There was a lot of white smoke. Zhao Biyao walked over and said, "Senior brother, senior brother." It's so hard to practice the Poison Evil Sword, so it's better for you not to practice it. ”

Xiong Zhenqing reflected on me from his numbness, Xiong Zhenqing saw that this junior sister cared about him in every way and he had nothing, and he couldn't give her happiness. Even if you want to get close to her and hurt her one day, for a killer, there are really not many people in this world who care about him. So he was not the best, nor was he the best, he just dealt with Baguio and said: "There is no arrow to turn back when I open the bow, and now I have made up my mind to practice the poisonous evil sword." This is also a piece of Master's hard work, he wants me to inherit the Lord of the Demon Sect, then I have to pay a hundred times more than others to be able to stand in the martial arts, so as to live up to Master's cultivation of me. Don't you think I'm fine, what's the matter with my sister?"

Zhao Biyao told him about the recent rumors in the rivers and lakes, and she also came to relieve his boredom, so she said: "I heard that those decent people in the rivers and lakes are going to form an alliance with the five major factions of the beggars, demons, and Buddhas. ”

"Oh, these little sects are also for self-preservation, and they can't afford to make much trouble. Besides, the day of the martial arts conference is approaching, and they are just adding their own bargaining chips to do so. Xiong Zhenqing couldn't help but sneer when he heard the news, and said with a little conceit: "If my poisonous evil sword technique is successful, as long as they dare to be enemies of our demon sect, I will sacrifice their swords as soon as the hall master says." ”

Zhao Biyao looked at him as loyal to his father, and on the one hand, he was happy for his master, and on the other hand, he also liked him very much. He also said in a helpful voice: "Yes, those are just nameless little feet, small gangs, and small factions have joined in one after another." They called their faction the Xinyuan Alliance, and I heard that twenty-four gangs had joined so far, and among them were powerful people from the court. ”

Xiong Zhenqing and Ben don't take those people in their eyes, and in his opinion, the real masters are usually not in alliance with other factions, but have ambitions like Fu Qingfeng, thinking about how to dominate the world, and how to stand at the top of the Ten Thousand Gangs. He said calmly: "These are all useless people, not worth mentioning. ”

"Although the alliance of the Xinyuan faction is huge, there are very few people who are really holding the jewel in their arms when it comes to martial arts. Zhao Biyao looked at Xiong Zhenqing and smiled: "I think this alliance must have an attempt, their purpose is to overthrow our Demon Sect, and the beggars have a court to support them." And the one who wants our Demon Sect to collapse the most is nothing more than the beggar gang, so the driving force behind them must be Fu Qingfeng. He knew that this year's martial arts conference was a truly fair martial arts conference. If the winner is the world-famous martial champion, the world's first in the world, this time is the real battle of kings. I think that Li Tang's people will definitely take this opportunity to regain the country. So at present, it seems that the rivers and lakes are calm, but in fact, there are constant undercurrents, if there is a martial champion who once wins the world. Presumably, this is also Master's hard work for me. ”

Zhao Biyao was very optimistic about this energetic senior brother, so she smiled and said: "I didn't expect you to see so far, senior brother, you are really a far-sighted person." ”

The torch bucket was hot enough to be red, and the water was boiling hot. The herbs in it were boiling in his hand, and the color of the water was changing over time, but Xiong Zhenqingche didn't feel it. Zhao Biyao chatted with him and forgot to be emotional, and the two couldn't help but rely on each other. A passion ripples between the two of them, the flowers are their smiles, and the butterflies are entangled, just in this season of autumn breeze. The wheat fields are golden, this is a harvest season, but also a solid autumn. They couldn't help but get close to each other, and at the moment when Zhao Biyao and Xiong Zhenqing were about to kiss, she saw the fire boiling the iron bucket and asked, "Senior brother...... Is it hot?"

Xiong Zhenqing retracted the lips that he was about to kiss her, just shook his head with a smile and said, "Get out, be careful." ”

"Ah!", Zhao Biyao accidentally touched the edge of the iron bucket, showed a very sad face and said, "Don't worry about me, it's okay." ”

Xiong Zhenqing's hands were still in the iron bucket and said: "You can't learn from me, my current hand can be boiled with medicinal water for 3721 days,...... Maybe it won't take that long. Maybe seven days will do, Master said, as long as my hands feel hot in this potion, then I will be fine. ”

He didn't want her to be upset, and she wanted him to get better soon. He needed to be quiet, but he was too bored to be alone, so he asked some about the movement in the rivers and lakes, and said, "What else did you hear outside?" ”

"I also heard that Li Zhen, the king of Zhao in Runan, is recruiting troops, and all this is intentional. She told him the hottest news of the moment.

"Of course, the Xinyuan faction alliance is sent by the major assistants of the court to deal with King Zhao of Runan, I think it is just that King Zhao of Runan will raise troops and he will be extinguished soon. "They stayed for a while.

Zhao Biyao didn't want to disturb him, so she quietly walked away. Xiong Zhenqing was boiled by the potion, and the fierce fire was a little smaller, and Zhenqing used his body to swing the unconscious hand out of the iron bucket. Then he spread his hand with much white flour and put his hand into a brass sleeve, which was sharp and tightened with iron locks.

All this process of his life was to use the power of the outside world to occasionally add leg work, and after this he put the copper hand and iron nail piercing the flesh into the pure fire. One was waiting for him there, the other with a hammer. He whispered and laughed: "Demon Sword Maniac, ah! Demon Sword Maniac, you killed my uncle and uncle, and you and I have a heavenly enmity." ”

He squeezed the hammer tightly, and the flames burned high and low with the copper sleeve. His hand was chained to the iron rod, and the time had come to take the hammer. He flew in quickly, and Zhenqing woke up from his intoxication.

He was wounded internally, and a mouthful of blood spat in the fire. His head was lowered down, just in time for the bronze mask in the fire to be imprinted on his face. The powder hammered Xiong Zhenqing's back, and his hands were numb. After the hit, there is a "dang." It turned out that he was caught in the back with an iron plate. Zhenqing's head moved out of the fire, and his hair covered his face.

He struck the man with his foot, and the man blocked it with the handle of his hammer. Quickly retreating five or six meters away, this is a young man. With a hateful gaze, he beat the dance passionately. He swept Zhenqing and dodged, but Zhenqing only had to be beaten in four moves. The man struck Zhentian's right foot, and he couldn't escape seeing the hammer smash down towards his right hand.

Suddenly, the chain in his right hand was shaking, but the hammer had fallen. Hearing the rattling of his bones, the man said, "Go to death!"

Obviously, the strength he used was extraordinary, and Xiong Zhenqing screamed in pain, and the voice was really as loud as a shock. Zhao Biyao, who was nostalgic not far away, was very surprised and panicked when she heard this cry. She could hear whose voice it was, and naturally said, "Senior Brother Zhenqing, he is in danger." ”

She turned and hurried this way, his powder hammering back, and the young man struck again with triumph. Xiong Zhenqing's hand trembled. Suddenly, just as the hammer was about to fall, the chain that was locked in his right hand fell in pieces. The iron plate also fell, Xiong Zhenqing took his hand back, and hit the man's chest hard, and the man jumped even more when he saw Xiong Zhenqing's face. His eye sockets were already burned with copper, and there were two gaps to look out, as if they had been made especially for him.

But after a while, Xiong Zhenqing fainted. The young man was wounded, too, but his victory was in sight, and he was going to kill the enemy anyway. But when he tried most of his strength to smash down Xiong Zhenqing's head, at this time, one hand had already knocked down his pink iron hammer, and this person hit the young man.

This young man's martial arts were invincible to Zhang Biao, he was beaten and flew into the sky, a huge energy pressed his heart, and suddenly a long wooden box spun in the air and collided with the young man's back. Just as the collision occurred, the wooden box cracked, and a Western sword fell in midair. Zhang Biao jumped and swung his Western sword at the young man, who fell to the ground, closed his eyes and was silent.