"......" Wu Si was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "Is the sect really willing to forgive me?"

"As long as you do me a favor, I will intercede with the sect for you!" Bai Ya's eyes flashed and he said slowly.

"What's the hurry?" Wu Si hurriedly asked.

"Help me capture Rongcheng, live or die!" Bai Ya grinned.

"Just the two of us, Rong Cheng is a veteran artistic conception master, four years earlier than me!" Wu Si frowned and said hesitantly.

He couldn't see the level of force of Bai Ya, but Bai Ya would not have a disguise, age could not deceive people, Wu Si felt that he should not be an artistic conception martial artist.

Two qi realms against an old artistic conception, even if you use the method of sneak attack, the chance of victory is very small.

"What are you afraid of, if you can't beat it, you can call people, Rong Cheng colluded with the blood river to be punished, this mountain is all our people. Bai Ya said with a smile.

"It's just that this merit doesn't need to be shared with others, if we can win Rongcheng on our own, your dog's life will be saved. If you ask for mercy again, you may not be able to continue to stay in Ling Tian Pavilion. ”

Wu Si's eyes lit up, and the person in front of him made sense. Although the merit is not worth it, as long as there is a manifestation of repentance, at least there is a chance to stay.

Bai Ya squinted his eyes and sneered, he could see that Wu Si was already tempted.

In fact, even if this matter was true, the possibility that Ling Tiange was willing to continue to accept Martial Four was almost equal to zero, at most, he would abolish his martial arts and spare him death. It's just that Wu Si is now sick and rushing to the doctor, and if he is given a little hope, he will not let go.

"How do you think about it?" Bai Ya urged while the iron was hot.

"Okay, I'll go with you!" Wu Si gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Seeing that he agreed, Bai Ya let go of the vein, and when Wu Si moved his paralyzed body slightly, the two went out.

With Wu Si's cover, Bai Ya no longer hid his figure, and followed him generously, meeting Ling Tian Pavilion martial disciples along the way, and nodding to each other.

Wu Si looked at his actions, and a subtle discoloration flashed in his eyes.

Rong Cheng's residence was on the other side of the peak, he had joined Ling Tian Pavilion for a long time, five years earlier than Wu Si, seven years earlier than Wu Zhen, plus this class of martial disciples, he had been in Ling Tian Pavilion's Jingque Peak for more than twenty years, and he was about the same age as Xuan Ji.

There are basically not a few martial artists left who are in the same class or earlier as Rong Cheng, and the area where they live seems a little remote and lonely.

Seeing the small courtyard where Rong Cheng lived from a distance, Bai Ya nodded at Wu Si, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

The warrior is deaf and clear-sighted, and it is not easy to succeed in a sneak attack. When Bai Ya designed to ambush Wu Si before, he deliberately caught a bobcat as a bait.

Rong Cheng is a big realm higher than Wu Si, if no one attracts his attention, it is basically impossible for Bai Ya to get close to him.

"Senior Brother Rong, Senior Brother Rong......" came to the front of the small courtyard, and Wu Si shouted twice inside.

They have always been called brothers and sisters in Jingque Peak, but they don't want others to know about their kinship.

The lights were on in the house, and Rong Cheng was clearly not resting.

"Squeak!" The door quickly opened, and a thin middle-aged man stepped inside.

Rong Cheng is less than fifty years old, he looks dry and thin, like a dried eggplant, with triangular eyes on his face and shallow eyebrows, which gives people a deep feeling of yin owl at a glance.

Bai Ya was hidden in the dark, and when he saw Rong Cheng's face, he couldn't help but complain secretly, this was the uncle with the most villain temperament he had ever seen.

However, when he saw that Rong Cheng did not have a sword on his body, he was immediately overjoyed.

"It's you, what are you looking for?" Rong Cheng saw Wu Si standing in front of the courtyard gate, and his face instantly became gloomy.

He told Wu Si a few days ago that it was best not to meet during this time, but he didn't expect Wu Si to come to him again so soon.

"Senior Brother Rong, I don't understand some of my homework, and I want to ask Senior Brother Rong for more advice. Wu Si didn't seem to see Rong Cheng's ugly face, and secretly gave him a look.

"Then come in!" Rong Cheng stared at him for a long time, and finally relented and said slowly.

Rong Cheng walked to the gate of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, stretched out his hand to open the wooden door, and asked in a low voice, "Did that kid Wu Zhen call you here?"

"Yes!" Wu Si bowed his head respectfully in response, and casually raised his eyes, just in time to see a black shadow rushing in from behind the courtyard.

"Third master, the eldest prince invites you to come over. Wu Si's eyes flashed, and he changed his name at the right time.

"Silence! Something came into the house to say. Rong Cheng raised his head sharply and glared at Wu Si fiercely. However, his attention was diverted by the other party, and he didn't know anything about the situation behind him.

"That Waste ......"

Rong Cheng walked towards the house with Wu Si, and just as he crossed the threshold and wanted to say something, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and a palm with a pale gold color quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and slapped towards his front door.

The palm of his hand was still more than a foot away, and the fierce wind had already blown Rong Cheng's face painfully.

This is the Vajra Mudra, which has been practiced by Baiya for several years, and finally reached the realm of integration not long ago, which greatly increased the palm power. If it is photographed on Rong Cheng's face like this, it will definitely be a headshot.

Rong Cheng's pupils instantly shrank into a pinhole-like shape, and the toes that had just landed on the ground were a little bit, and his body slid backwards.

His sliding posture was fast, his upper body did not move at all, he did not even bend his knees, and he relied purely on his toes to exert force, looking a bit like Jackson's space step.

This sliding step martial art is called Tengyun Step, which is most suitable for swordsmen to move and dodge in a small area.

Rong Cheng retreated, and habitually reached out to touch his waist, until he touched the void, and then he remembered that he didn't bring a sword when he went out.

What's worse is that as soon as he took a step back, his back hit an object, and he suddenly realized that Wu Si was standing behind him, blocking the way out.

At this moment, Rong Cheng only felt countless grass and mud horses galloping from his heart, so he had to lean back and raise his palm at the same time, and shoot it towards the assassin in front of him.

However, the two were so close that even as he leaned back, the Assassin struck him in the chest. And his arm didn't have time to be raised, but it was slapped on the opposite lower abdomen.

"Bang bang!" The two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time, and was slapped by the other party, Rong Cheng only felt that he was burning inside, and couldn't help but open his mouth "wow" and spew out a mouthful of blood mist.

Rong Chengyin's face was hideous, and he looked up at the opposite side and saw a face with a wooden expression.

Who is he? a person from Emei, or a person from the Blood River Channel?

It was only at this time that countless messy thoughts appeared in Rong Cheng's mind.

It's just that when he saw that the other party was just in shape, he pounced again, and finally his face changed greatly, and his gaze couldn't help but move down, falling on the other party's lower abdomen.

His whole body of kung fu is indeed on the sword, but he has also practiced a palm technique used for hand-to-hand combat, that is, Emei's heart-destroying palm.

How heavy is his heart-destroying palm, Rong Cheng knows very well that although he made a hasty move just now, the other party should have been injured.

However, when he saw the other party's situation clearly, his heart suddenly became cold.

The Assassin's shirt was torn to shreds, and rags floated in the air like butterflies, but behind the suit was not skin, but plates with the texture of a tortoiseshell.

This man is prepared!

When Rong Cheng saw this, his heart was sudden, and he immediately had the intention of retreating.

He has colluded with the blood river over the years, and often dreams of being caught, so he has already prepared several ways to retreat. Although the identity of the assassin is not known now, he still thinks of the worst-case scenario.

"Wu Si, stop him!" Rong Cheng's eyes rolled, and he was about to turn sideways and get out of the way, so that Wu Si could stop the person in front of him, so as to create a chance for himself to escape.

"Yes, Third Master!"

Wu Si's gloomy voice came from behind Rong Cheng, and then he only felt that his vest was cold, and his whole body couldn't help but stiffen.

A sword tip came out of his heart, and there were steaming beads of blood on it.

"You ......" Rong Cheng looked back in a daze, and saw Wu Si with a mocking look on his face and turned his long sword fiercely.

"You betrayed me?!" Rong Chengna didn't know what was going on, and a trace of hideousness suddenly appeared on the face of the Yin Owl, and Wu Si was knocked out with a "bang" palm.

Rong Cheng's palm was full of hatred, Wu Si's chest was directly sunken, his body was still in the air, and blood was already spurting out of his mouth like money, bringing up a blood-colored rainbow.

In an instant, both were seriously injured.

This result surprised Bai Ya a little, but he didn't hesitate, when Rong Cheng hit Wu Si, he was already close at hand, and slapped his palm on his Baihui acupoint.

"Bang!" Two streams of red and white liquid shot out of Rong Cheng's ears five or six meters away, and his eyes bounced out of his sockets like marbles, and a bloodshot hung on his face, looking miserable.

This palm of Baiya used the shock of the tiger-shaped fist, and the bull across the mountain shook Rong Cheng's brain into paste.

"Hmph!" Bai Ya looked at Rong Cheng, who was bleeding from the seven holes, a anger flashed in his eyes, and he twisted his hands with force, twisted his head directly, lifted it in his hand, and walked towards Wu Si who was lying on the ground.

His palm...... You could have dodged, but why didn't you dodge?" Bai Ya squatted in front of Wu Si and asked softly.

"Hehe, what about hiding, what if you don't hide?" Wu Si's mouth kept gushing blood, his eyes were blurred, and his breath slowly weakened, "You're not...... No...... Right?"

Wu Si said vaguely, but Bai Ya understood.

"Yes, I'm here to avenge the Lu brothers and sisters. Although Bai Ya didn't know why Wu Si saw through his lies at the last moment, he no longer faked his appearance of being angry more than angry.

"I beg you, please ...... about it" Wu Si's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Bai Ya's sleeve, "If the sect asks, you may ...... May be hidden...... Concealing ......"

Halfway through Wu Si's words, blood began to spurt wildly in his mouth, and he couldn't go on, the divine light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and he passed away.

"I promise you!" Bai Ya looked at Wu Si with a hideous face, sighed, and reached out to close his eyes.

Strange to say, Wu Si, who was already dead, heard Bai Ya's promise, and the expression on his face slowly eased, revealing a smile.

Bai Ya slowly stood up, tore off the already tattered robe on his body, and covered Wu Si's body.

He listened to the louder and louder noises in the distance, grinning, and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"There's one more!"

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