The costumes are different, and the people seem to be idle, and the most eye-catching thing is that they are each with sharp weapons, and their fierce and vicious appearance is not inferior to the sharp blade in their hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The rushing people and horses, like a torrent, saw that the comers were not good, and Zhuo Yifan cautiously judged the comers.

All of a sudden, the smoke and dust covered the sun, and everyone drove their horses to come, and the men on the horses were all dark-skinned, their faces were like pieces of hard black iron and stone, their broad arms, and their strong chest muscles were as abrupt as a hill.

There was always arrogance on their faces, and each of them had a bright eye, as if whoever tried to stand in their way would be spit on by them and crushed under their feet.

They blocked Zhuo Yifan's way, and looked at them domineeringly, like a thick tree, overlooking the grass under their feet, and the momentum was a little depressing.

Walking in the center, a man riding a brown horse threw his right hand back, and the people who followed stopped there, glaring at Zhuo Yifan and Yi'er with burning eyes.

"You...... What do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan looked at the fierce gaze and nervously grabbed the horse rope.

The man shook the horse rope, the brown horse under his crotch, took two steps forward, his eyes were like a minesweeper, from top to bottom, from left to right, looked at Zhuo Yifan, then turned his head, and asked in a cold tone: "Is it him?"

At this time, a person was pushed out of the crowd, his head drooping, his upper body was tied with ropes, his hands were also carried behind his back by ropes, and his clothes were beaten into bloody wounds, like a prisoner who had been tortured.

Zhuo Yifan looked up, and saw that the man was drooping his head, and he didn't see his appearance clearly, frowning his eyebrows, looking at them with a surprised face, I don't know what kind of medicine they sell in their gourd, because there are many of them, Zhuo Yifan can only wait and see what happens.

When the man on the brown horse saw that the man did not answer, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he turned to him and shouted, "Let's see if you are dead." ”

A man in gray clothes heard him speak, looked at him respectfully, nodded, jumped off his horse, and ran towards the tortured kneeling. Obviously, the man on the brown horse is their head, a somewhat tiger-like head.

As soon as the gray-shirted man approached the kneeling man, he rudely pulled him by the hair and pulled it back with all his might. Because the hair was pulled by force, the drooping head was instantly pulled and had to raise its forehead.

With a tilt of his forehead, his face also appeared in front of Zhuo Yifan's eyes, Zhuo Yifan was also suddenly shocked, although the man's face was full of bruises, he still recognized that the man was the first man in gray cloth to flee shouting to avenge the young man with the scar.

Zhuo Yifan was also strange for a while, remembering that the young man in white did not hurt him, he was still fine before escaping, looking at everyone's attitude towards him, Zhuo Yifan understood that these injuries were all caused by their own people.

"Report to the hall master, due to the severity of the injury, it is estimated that he fainted from the pain. The man in the gray shirt bowed respectfully to the man on the brown horse.

"Ho, if you faint, then use water, let this cowardly traitor, wake me up. The cold gaze of the man on the brown horse hit the gray-shirted man's face like a sword, making his whole body tremble suddenly.

"Yes!" said the gray-shirted man, suppressing the fear in his heart.

Then the man in gray took a water bladder from his horse and walked over to the man in gray cloth.

"Poof, poof......"

The man in gray clothes raised the water bladder in his hand and splashed at him wildly, a large splash of water, and a series of people rushed to the man in gray cloth, and the impact of the water shook his head.

Some splashed around, some soaked into his wounds, and the pinprick pain pierced through his heart, making him grin and bare his teeth. After a burst of pain, the man in gray cloth woke up from the pain.

Shaking his head, he opened his flickering gaze, and slowly looked around at the people in front of him, looking extremely pale and weak.

"Is it him?" the man on the brown horse in front of him shouted again, his tone very loud and full of the smell of gunpowder.

The man in the gray cloth shirt behind him scratched the head of the soaked man on the ground, lowered his head and shouted, "The hall master asked you, is it the kid in front who killed our brother?"

The man in gray cloth looked over, and saw Zhuo Yifan in front of him looking at him, so he quickly nodded and said, "It was the ...... who killed our brother It was the boy at the front. ”

When the man on the brown horse heard this, he turned around, and his eyes were like arrows, shooting at the young man in white, as if he was the target of the arrow in his heart.

The man's gaze on the brown horse fell on Yu Qingqiu's body. Seeing that his face was blue and weak, he knew that he had been poisoned according to his many years of walking in the rivers and lakes.

A little snickered on his face, and said coldly: "Good boy, the person who dares to touch me, I don't think you want to live anymore." ”

He set his eyes on Zhuo Yifan again, and saw that although he was handsome, he was thin and had the face of a scholar, and no kung fu was just a weed at his feet, without a threat, and he felt no challenge in an instant, so he shook his head in disappointment.

But for Zhuo Yifan, the staring of just a few seconds just now seemed to have experienced a catastrophe of life and death, and the surging heartbeat had not subsided, he couldn't stand the cold gaze, let alone his cold threat, which made him uneasy and cold.

"I don't want to kill you, as long as you hand over the treasure map and the boy in front of you, I can let you go, what do you say?" said the man on the brown horse, looking up and contemptuous.

"Treasure map?" Zhuo Yifan's face was puzzled, when did he ever have a treasure map! He wanted to laugh, but in the face of this group of wolf-like people, he couldn't laugh.

"Yes, treasure map. The man on the brown horse muttered.

"Hehe, you're all mistaken, this kid made this thing up, I really don't have a treasure map. Zhuo Yifan pointed to the white-clothed young man on his chest and said with a smile on his face.

The man on the brown horse, his face suddenly darkened, "It seems that you are toasting and not eating, and you are going to eat and drink." After a sneer, he raised his head and shouted: "If I don't give you some power, it seems that you really don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." ”

After speaking, he flicked his fingertips, and the fingertips suddenly exerted force, and a lumpy thing broke through the air, and suddenly hit the branch of a tree not far away, and the trunk broke in response, and a finger-thick hole was left on the trunk.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's face suddenly changed, if it hit his body, even if he was like a solid wood, he couldn't stop the flying object that popped out of his fingertips, he couldn't help but cover his chest, and the chill was repeated.

The man on the brown horse looked at him with a confident face, staring at Zhuo Yifan's hand curled up in his chest, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a smile: "How is it? ”