"Who said it was going to be violated?"

"Didn't you say it all to yourself, only when you don't interfere with the direction of the war, you have the right to watch, disseminate, and explain, and now, so many of you are gathered here, and one of you is carrying a lantern in his hand, what if you shake your hand and set fire to this restaurant? This is interfering with the direction!"

"At least it interfered with our firewood gathering gang!"

Luo Pan is known for his eloquence, how could he let others gain the upper hand verbally.

"Do you mean that it is an illusion that the Firewood Gang is now at an absolute disadvantage with the Jiangzi family?"

"The Seven Gang Leaders still have the means to fight back?"

Among them, there is a storyteller who is also a powerful character, and he is not afraid of the powerful firewood gang at all.

Not far away, he heard Luo Pan's words and immediately came over.

"It's good to know in my heart, then, we have this right now, right?"

It's not that Luo Pan has a big mouth and reveals to outsiders that he has a future, but in the Sifang City, he can eat with one mouth and one stomach of miscellaneous studies, and he dares to come to the scene of the gangs in the rivers and lakes to collect materials, and the storytellers in the rivers and lakes who are still alive can definitely guarantee their integrity.

"I see, let's leave, let's go!"

"The other colleagues who are rushing here, we met them halfway, and we will explain the reason and stop them......"

Now that they are keeping the agreement, the one who took the lead agreed.

Just after Luo Pan nodded in satisfaction, a burst of exclamation erupted in the group.

The reason is very simple, another group of Jinwu Gang disciples of about 300 people killed near Shimanju in the center of Yulong Street.

"Come on, come as many as you want......, die as many as you want!"

Luo Pan turned his head to look, touched his chin, and sneered bloodthirstily.

Now he doesn't know that his appearance and what he said were spread in the major teahouses of Sifang City by those very useless-looking storytellers the next day, and became one of the hottest talking points.

Later, it was painted by several painters.

Luo Pan's bad image, coupled with a line of big red characters: How much comes, how many die!

In those days, it was posted on the streets and alleys of Sifang City.

"Oops, wait for me!"

At this moment, Luo Pan, who didn't know that he was remembered by countless people, saw that the beggars had already rushed to the battlefield, and hurriedly shouted and waved his fists, plus double knives, and quickly rushed towards the battlefield with these dozens of disciples.

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"Brother Qin, the people of the beggar gang have moved, we can't stand it!"

"Aren't there still two legions in Yulong Street? If you look at it again, there are only more than 2,000 of them, and you also have nearly 1,000 people, Ah Guang's people are about to be killed!" Qin Chuan said.

"No, Brother Qin, how do I feel like there are more than two thousand of them, the pressure is so great, Brother Qin, I, ah......"

With a miserable scream, this leader who reported to Qin Chuan with secret skills to transmit sound Dafa and report to the battlefield of Shimanju was no longer sound.

"Qi Chong, Qi Chong ......"

Qin Chuan shouted a few words, and after confirming that this person had already had an accident, he shouted a few words to the other leader of Shimanju, but there was still no response.

"Ge Laozi, what's going on on Yulong Street?" Qin Chuan turned his head and asked the person in charge of reporting the battle situation on the side.

"Brother Qin, that group of storytellers are all holding lanterns high, but the battlefield is very blurry, but you can still see that our people are still fighting. The man replied.

Looking at the countless heads of people scurrying, from time to time there were swords and sword shadows flashing, and blood was sprinkled on the Fish Dragon Street, Qin Chuan took up the secret gong and transmitted the Dafa again, and said: "Ge Laozi, Ah Guang, didn't you say that it would only take a quarter of an hour? Hurry up, now Qi Chong and Ah Dan may be dead, the people there have become headless flies, you go and control the situation!"

"Brother Qin, give me a little more time, Ge Laozi, Fang is still very smooth, but after the enemy retreats to the end of this alley, it seems to have become tenacious. Ah Guang's anxious secret voice came.

"Qi Ming!"

Qin Chuan's voice was transmitted to the other leader, "Didn't you say earlier that there was no problem with the resistance outside the third section, why haven't you reached the center of the street now?"

"It's coming soon, Brother Qin, it's really fast!"

Qi Ming had already received information and learned that something had happened to the two legions in the center of the street, knowing Qin Chuan's mood at the moment, he hurriedly explained.

"Can you give me a definite answer?" Qin Chuan was furious, added seventy percent of his internal force, and transmitted the secret sound to the leaders.

"Brother Qin, I'm here!" another ringleader's voice came in.

"Very good, Hugua, what's the situation in the center of the street?" Reinforcements finally passed, and Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Qin, I can't see it, we're stopped by a group of people now, we can't see the situation ahead, you wait, I'll kill these bastards first!"

After Hu Gua answered, no more voices came, and it seemed that he was concentrating on killing the enemy.

"There are more Hu Gua men, three legions, plus dead and wounded, there are now about 1,500 people in the center of the street, which is not enough. ”

After Qin Chuan thought about it in his heart, he passed on the gong through the secret voice and roared: "Ge Laozi, who else is coming!"

However, no one answered.

"So, tell me, who thinks they're about to arrive?" Qin Chuan was really anxious.

"Brother Qin, it should be me!"

Another leader's voice rang out, "Turn this corner, and we'll be less than a hundred meters away from Shimanju!"

"Good job, He Yang, wait for me!"

Qin Chuan was originally a militant, and now he seemed to have an advantage in his hand, but because of the long-term prestige of the Seven Gang Leaders, he was under heavy pressure, making him really restless, and finally couldn't help but move.

"Mo Yidao, I'll leave it to you here, notify me of something. ”

Qin Chuan said to a deputy.

Then, he led the remaining more than 1,000 people in Tangerine Street to disappear into the vast darkness and rushed towards the place where He Yang attacked.

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"Ge Laozi, what's going on?"

Qin Chuan led a large group of men and horses to the destination, but what caught their eyes was the corpses of a place, most of them were members of the Golden Crow Gang.

And the leader of this group of legions, He Yang, died the most eye-catching.

Covered in blood, he was suspended high from a tree by the side of the road, swaying with the night wind.

Seeing this scene, of course Qin Chuan couldn't help but scream.

"Brother Qin, retreat!"

It was also at this time that Ah Guang's weak secret voice came from his ears, and after these words, he was silent.

"Ah Guang...... He Ming...... Cucumber...... Verdur ...... Oriental Masterpiece ......"

Qin Chuan knew that the big thing was not good, so he hurriedly transported the secret gong and transmitted the sound Dafa, and called out the names of the various leaders.

But for a while, none of the more than a dozen leaders answered him.

If it weren't for the fact that there were more than a thousand Mu Li's disciples standing behind him, Qin Chuan thought he was dreaming.