Fang Bin raised his head to avoid Wang Zhengyou's knife, and replied with a smile: "Wang Da Daoke is really modest, if you are a rough person, then there are no more delicate people in this world?" Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Zhengyou took a step back, pointed at Fang Bin's palm with the tip of the mountain opening knife, intending to force him back, but Fang Bin's palm didn't stop, and continued to hit forward.

With a soft ding, the sleeve arrow fell to the ground, and Fang Bin stepped forward and slapped Wang Zhengyou in the face with his left hand.

Before Wang Zhengyou could take a breath, he heard the strong wind in his ears, and immediately kicked his feet on the ground and jumped back.

Bang la la!

Fang Bin slapped his palm into the air, and was about to pursue, when the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded behind him, he couldn't help but be taken aback, and when he looked back, he saw that the floor-to-ceiling windows were all shattered, and five or six people jumped in.

Seeing that his companion was coming, a swordsman immediately rushed towards Fang Bin in three steps and two steps, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of him, and slashed at him, Fang Bin saw this, and immediately pulled the folding fan with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and with a crisp snap, the snow-white fan surface was completely unfolded, and then it was pierced by the blade.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to touch the tip of Fang Bin's nose, he suddenly closed the fan surface, clamped the blade, and brought it to the side, bringing the blade of the knife crookedly, and then, Fang Bin's left palm flipped and slapped heavily on the door of the knifeman's face, the knifeman snorted, and the sound of snorting and roasting meat sounded on his face, and the person flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

The room was already a mess, there were hidden weapons everywhere on the wall, the ground was full of wounded and corpses, wooden tables and rattan chairs were scattered and fell to the ground, some had fallen apart, the screen was overturned, the addition of newcomers suddenly made the room more crowded, and the situation was more unfavorable to the people of the Haisha faction, the two sides fought a lot, the Haisha faction fell a few more people, and the people who were still alive could no longer care about the casualties of their companions, they all gathered together, surrounded Fang Bin in the middle, and confronted the swordsmen.

Everyone has understood that they have all fallen for the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and the "idea" on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway is just a pretense. Fang Bin's expression in the crowd changed slightly, he glanced around the situation in the room, and immediately changed to a smiling face, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

"Oops...... You guys are too ruthless, but it's a pity that my folding fan is quite expensive," Fang Bin shook his head while unfolding the folding fan, raising his hand to touch the fan that was torn by the blade, sighing, and seemed to be very sorry, "After you toss like this, alas...... It's a waste. ”

The swordsmen looked at him vigilantly, and no one answered.

"It's really ironic," the ghost attendant held the long sword in his hand, came out of the crowd, and said in an indifferent tone, "I didn't expect that the little master of the Haisha Sect, who specializes in calculating others, ended up being calculated by us." ”

Fang Bin snapped the folding fan, his eyes narrowed, and there was a faint light in his eyes, he looked the ghost servant up and down, and his expression suddenly became a little emotional.

"You're the master......, aren't you? Speaking of which, tonight seems like the first time we've met, right......? Extraordinary. The last four words, Fang Bin said word by word.

"Yes," the ghost attendant bowed slightly, "I'm the one you're looking for." ”

Fang Bin's smile deepened.

"Ho ho ho ... is really a handsome man, it is not in vain that I spent so much time...... I should thank Master for entrusting me with this errand—you deserve my killing. ”

"You too. The ghost smiled back.

Fang Bin's smile became brighter and brighter, he raised the folding fan, swept around at the swordsmen who were eyeing him around, and finally pointed to Wang Zhengyou, and said lightly: "Since you will be here, it means that the eyeliner I arranged has been killed by you, and the information on going to Shanghai is also fake news released by you, right?"

"That's right!" Wang Zhengyou laughed, "It's worthy of being the little master of the Haisha Sect, it's really witty!"

"How do you know that Senior Brother Fang is here?" the Senior Brother Nie asked loudly.

Fang Bin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at him, and asked in surprise, "How can you be so stupid that you can't even understand this?"

Senior Brother Nie didn't expect to complain about himself, and he was stunned for a moment.

"It was your fellow disciple who told me. The ghost said.

Senior Brother Zhang, who was next to Senior Brother Nie, immediately remembered the death of Senior Brother Liu, who commanded the siege of the hotel in the afternoon, and immediately screamed in a loud voice: "You were tortured by Senior Brother Liu, aren't you?!"

"Isn't this nonsense......" Fang Bin shook his head and sighed, "Why is there such a thing around me?" ”

No one answered his words, and the faces of everyone in the Haisha Sect became a little ugly.

Wang Zhengyou glanced meaningfully at Fang Bin, who sighed, and said with a smile: "Actually, if you stay in Shanghai honestly, it will be fine, little master, you want to come to Hangzhou to find some reinforcements...... Alas, this is called a little back can't complain about society!"

Fang Bin smiled bitterly: "Yes, it's really a hurry, but if I don't come, how can I run into the main master?" Do you still have it with you?"

"Of course. The ghost attendant nodded, and glanced at Fang Bin, "What, little master, it's all come to this point, you still want to get it?"

"That's right!"

Fang Bin raised his left hand as he spoke, and a dark arrow came out of his sleeve and shot towards the ghost servant's door.

The ghost attendant turned his head sideways to dodge, Fang Bin was short, pushed away the two Haisha sect men who were guarding him, and quickly rushed towards the ghost attendant.

"Be careful!" Wang Zhengyou drew a knife in his hand and reminded the ghost servant loudly, "He has learned Nian Dengshun's old thing's unique kung fu 'Wave Sweeping Sand'!"

Fang Bin laughed when he heard this: "Wang Dadaoke is really well-informed!It would be better if he could be more polite to his old man in words!" he said and shot a few sleeve arrows at him, "Come, this is a reward!"

He continued to rush towards the ghost attendant.

Wang Zhengyou waved his knife to block a few sleeve arrows, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Wang is grateful for Bumin!"

Seeing Fang Bin's sudden move, the people of the Haisha Sect immediately shouted, followed and rushed over, fighting with the swordsmen again.

Seeing that Fang Bin was menacing, the ghost attendant took three steps and made two steps to go around the nearby screen, Fang Bin followed, a knife man greeted him, slashed him with a knife, Fang Bin frowned slightly, opened the blade with a folding fan, shook it back with one palm, and shouted in his mouth: "Get out of the way!" Continuing to pursue, just in front of the screen, a long sword stabbed out from behind the screen, Fang Bin dodged sideways, grabbed the end of the screen with his left hand, his body scurried, turned to the back, and another sword stabbed over, Fang Bin raised his left hand, rolled his long sleeves towards the blade, and poked the ghost servant's eye with the folding fan in his right hand, suddenly changed his move when he dodged, shrank his right hand, put the folding fan into his sleeve, and then turned his right hand into the palm and slapped it towards the ghost servant's chest.

The ghost attendant greeted him with a scabbard, Fang Bin saw this, and rolled up the long sleeve of his right hand, wrapped around the scabbard, and his left hand turned into a palm to hit his lower abdomen, the ghost attendant took a step back, the long sword swept, and after a while, the two of them dismantled more than a dozen moves, Fang Bin flew up and down with a pair of long sleeves, and the ghost attendant stabbed a grid with a long sword and scabbard, and the two of them attacked and defended, and they fought equally.

Fang Bin saw that he couldn't help the ghost servant for a while, so he attacked a few moves, temporarily forced the ghost waiter back, and then knocked over the screen with one palm, jumped into the venue, and shouted: "Go to the balcony!"

At this time, almost every person from the Haisha Sect was hung with colors, and two of them were seriously injured and fell, seeing that it was no longer possible, the remaining four people heard Fang Bin's order, and immediately jumped out of the battle, and fired hidden weapons in succession to cover Fang Bin's retreat to the balcony.

The swordsmen immediately followed, they took advantage of the brawl just now, and basically no one was injured, only to see the cold light in their hands flashing, and then another doorman fell to the ground screaming.

Fang Bin retreated to the balcony, and there were only three people left guarding his door.

He glanced at the situation in the field, frowned, reached out and took out a bamboo tube from the big sleeve of his left hand, then raised his right arm, opened the bracket with his thumb, and heard a bang, a small fireball shot out from the bamboo tube, soaring all the way, and finally exploded a brilliant firework in the clear night sky.

Boom!

After the fireworks bloomed, countless small sparks burst out, and it looked like a piece of yellow sand from a distance.

When the fireworks fell, a flower of the same fancy style suddenly bloomed in the distance, and then another bloomed in the distance, spreading all the way away.

"Gan," Wang Zhengyou scolded with a smile, "Your Haisha faction's fighting skills are not very good, this is a human skill, like a beacon tower!"

"Say whatever you want," Senior Brother Nie laughed, "My brothers will come over soon, I want to see if you can laugh at that time!"

A swordsman sneered: "The brothers you are talking about can't be just those sentries who set off fireworks, right?

Senior Brother Nie snorted: "Of course it's not them......"

The swordsman said: "If I remember correctly, your fellow disciples seem to be still wandering around the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway now, do you really think they will arrive in time? Or do you really think that ...... Will you be able to make it until they arrive in time?"

Senior Brother Nie snorted and didn't answer, in fact, he was just slapping his swollen face and becoming fat, and he was about to ask Senior Brother what he was going to do, but when he looked back, he found that there was no one behind him.

“...... Huh?"

Senior Brother Nie was stunned, and the swordsmen noticed the abnormality, and followed his gaze, only to find that Fang Bin was gone. Seeing this, the other two Haisha Sect members looked back and immediately stood on the spot with Senior Brother Nie.