It has been ten days since Qin Yuan was rescued and disappeared!

Outside of the Howling Sword Villa, the places where the previous factions were entrenched had shrunk, and it was obvious that some sects had already returned home in advance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAlthough the wind was in vain before, but as the saying goes: "The legal net is magnificent, negligent but not leaky!" Fellow martial artists fight against rebels, it seems that they can be called law enforcement in the rivers and lakes, but even if it is the law of the official family, it also speaks of the word "sparse", not to mention these swordsmen and swordsmen who have not yet formed an alliance! This net, no matter how it is woven, it may be difficult to achieve no leakage, and it is already merit to leak less!

The devil and the thief will never look back, not only will the wind be in vain, most people will think so, I am afraid that only a few people who are familiar with the art of war will think that "the real is false, and the false is real"! If Qin Yuan took the risk alone last time to prove his innocence, it seems to be understandable, but now the result is in front of him, and there is no other choice but to die! If he comes again, I am afraid that Qin Yiyang has knowledge "underground", and he will also be angry and puzzled, maybe he will also think about himself: If he is so stupid and wise, why is he included in the door? First colluded with the devil to destroy me? and then hit the martial arts hard? Is this really the person?

The first to leave was the Huashan faction! There is no doubt that this martial arts catastrophe, except for the Xiaojian Villa, which was the target, was the Huashan faction's most heavy losses. Although there is only one "Divine Sword Shadowless" Mei Qingfan among the masters of this faction, after a confrontation with Jing Daofeng, the ending of the Huashan faction is not even worthy of the word defeat, it is simply a defeat "into" the ground, not to mention that the head of the dignified faction was so angry that he vomited blood. As a result, the dignity of the Huashan Sect was gone! No one believed in Lin Qingqi anymore, and no one was willing to believe it, or even approach his disciples!

The Huashan faction was withdrawn in batches, and according to the words of the head of the sect, it was "broken into pieces," but it was said that the good deeds were "disheartened"! In the end, Lin Qingqi picked a bright day, hoping to say a final farewell to the leaders of the various factions. Facing the intriguing or regretful gaze, Lin Qingqi bowed to the ground, without saying a word, and rode into the dust!

Perhaps in the eyes of the good deeds, this scene will be described as the initial insistence of the head of Huashan, during which he made mistakes again and again, and the result was a collapse. But in any case, the departure of the Huashan faction has indeed played a role in shaking the morale of the army, and no one knows when this "sparse" net will be able to intercept the big fish. Feng Buvain saw it in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry, and summoned the leaders to assemble, and within three days, the previously prosperous "Martial Arts Demon Eradication Army" was scattered, and only the Jingdaomen and Xiaojian disciples remained.

The rank may be asking, isn't there no chicken and dog left in Xiaojian Villa? That's right, on the surface, it seems that there is only Qin Wanxi left in Xiaojian Villa, but since it is a foundation of more than 100 years, how can the disciples of the sect stop at this!

Gansu Qinjianmen, Henan Xiaojianmen, Hubei Yijianmen, and Sichuan Miaojianmen, the sects created by these four Xiaojian disciples later are like four pearls, clustered around the golden crown of Xiaojian Villa. The gathering of the four factions this time was a rare event, but it was splashed with blood, which was the same qi and branches, and this pain was more real and intense than that of other factions.

"Brother Ying, Brother Zhao, Brother Mi Xian, Sister Dugu, goodbye today, I don't know when I will see you again?"

"Don't worry about the head of the wind, if you need to, I am willing to do the work of dogs and horses!" Qin Jianying Zhongye admired Feng's worthless personality very much, and said happily.

"What Brother Ying said is that we are a family, and Brother Hefeng will not be seen outside!" Xiaojian Zhao Guangzhen echoed with a smile on his face.

"Master Feng, the affairs of the Qin family, there is a lot of work!" Miaojian Dugumei only said a thousand blessings softly, but it seemed to be indescribably obsessed and tactful, and she heard that the wind was not in vain and her soul was taken away, and when she raised her head, she couldn't help but look at it twice. I saw that she was about thirty years old, her face was not powdered, but her skin was extremely delicate, as if she was about to drip water, her starry eyes were like lacquer, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring. The wind is not in vain, surprised and delighted, I can't believe that there is such a soft and charming beauty in the world!

"Master Feng, I'll leave it at that!" Yi Jian Qi Zhi cherished the words like gold, and made a resignation for the four swords cleanly.

"Ahem.. The four of them stayed, and there was a foolish opinion below, and I don't know if to say it or not?" The wind dragged out the Yuan Shen from the gentle countryside with great difficulty, and once he spoke, his eyes did not leave Dugu Mei for half a minute, as if he was just telling her alone.

"Hehe-hee, what is the opinion of the head of the wind? The little woman is willing to listen to her!" Dugu Mei giggled, and the flattery in her eyes was even stronger.

"Xiaojian Villa suffered this catastrophe, it is really a great misfortune for the rivers and lakes, and now only the orphan daughter of the owner of Qin Zhuang is left, thinking that it is hatred!" Feng Buvain's face showed infinite sadness, and then said: "Feng Mou secretly thinks that Xiaojian Villa is indispensable for martial arts, and it is imperative to revive it!

"What does the head of the wind mean—and faction?" said Qi Zhiyan, looking away. Ying Zhao and the others didn't expect Feng Buvain to say such words, and looked at each other. Dugu Mei seemed to be smiling on her face, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

"No, no, no!" Feng waved his hand again and again, "The joint force is not a merger, but the four swords are assigned to rebuild the villa, and the Zhongxing Xiaojian is rebuilt!"

"The head of the wind is really far-sighted!but..."Zhao Guangzhen said half a sentence, looked at the wind with a smile, and said no more.

"There is no rush in this matter, you can discuss it and then reply!"

"Hmph!" Qi Zhiyan snorted coldly, reluctantly hugged his fists, and left alone. Ying Zhao and the others had embarrassment on their faces, although the wind was not in vain and did not mean to stay, but they did not dare to leave just then. Only Dugu Mei's eyes sparkled, smiling at the wind in vain, as if what she was talking about had nothing to do with her.

"The three of you can rest assured, the expenses required here are all borne by Jingdaomen! And the revival of the Xiaojian is shared by everyone! The three swords have been established for decades, and the number of martial arts is already blue, if it can be integrated this time, then the Zhongxing of Xiaojian Villa is promising!" Immersed in Dugu Mei's intoxicating gaze, it made such a romantic character as Feng Bu involuntarily blush, but the pride in his words was infinite, and Ying Zhao and the two thought that his sudden ruddy face was caused by excitement, and only Dugu Mei's heart was bright.

"In this way, we must discuss this matter carefully!" Win Zhongye smiled innocently, and finally arched his farewell hands.

"Okay, after March, Feng will invite a few more people to gather together to plan for great things!" Feng said in vain, his eyes uncontrollably glancing at Dugumei.

"Brother Fengshi, you can come to the Little Sister Pavilion as a guest another day!" Dugumei turned around lightly, and a burst of sweet and glutinous aroma soaked into the wind, only to make him drunk in it, infinite reverie.