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Lin Qingqi has been carried down by his disciples, although he is only angry, but he is like a terminal illness, lying on the couch and dying, in the eyes of the people around him, he seems to have experienced another duel with the devil, but the last time he was injured on his body, this time it hurt in his heart. His eyes were closed, not knowing whether he was unconscious or disgusted with the moment.

Mu Xue sat aside, her eyebrows lowered, her face full of sorrow, all of her initial sharpness, her lips moved slightly, as if she was praying for the safety of the master.

The disciples of the Huashan faction have been poked in the back, some are resentful, some are crying, some are despised, and some are secretly hesitating whether to leave...

A great faction in the Central Plains, which has been strong for a long time, has withered in the mouths of its kind.

The wooden cage had been re-covered under the tent. The body of the wooden cage is reinforced with iron chains the thickness of several small arms. Outside the tent, there are elite soldiers from various factions guarding, and everything shows that the defense here is impregnable.

Today, at the end of the day, the wooden cage is outside the tent.

"Lao Chen, it's a shift change!" shouted angrily as a big man in a strong suit walked towards the wooden cage where Qin Yuan was being held.

"Ah, what are you doing?" the big man lifted the curtain and was about to step in, when he suddenly found an iron fan in front of him, almost slashing his nose, and drank it in shock and anger.

The man with the sword also looked at each other angrily, but did not answer, and still maintained the posture of defending against the enemy.

"Hey, Luo Yifei, have you stayed up all night and are confused? Do you look at me unpleasantly early in the morning?" The big man's heart was on fire, and he threw the spear in his hand to the ground, and came to a-for-tat confrontation.

"Luohan, what are you arguing about early in the morning?" As soon as the curtain was lifted, a young Taoist in yellow clothes and a graceful demeanor walked in, and was surprised to see the tension between the two at first glance.

"Yu Qingzi, you come to judge the theory, as soon as I come in, Luo Yifei will look like this!" Luo Han pulled Yu Qingzi and pointed at Luo Yifei and said.

Luohan's real name is Lu Han, because he was born tall and powerful, he was given a nickname by his fellow Jianghu people: Sai Luohan, this person is an outstanding figure in the Liuhe Gate, with both hands and a Liuhe gun, sweeping Hebei, rarely meeting opponents. The young Taoist who he called Yu Qingzi was a senior disciple of the Daoist of the Iron Sword Gate. The two of them came early in the morning to take over the previous guard, but they waited for the oncoming iron fan.

"Arhat, there is fraud!" Yu Qingzi's face changed suddenly, and as soon as he mentioned his true anger, he jumped on the wooden cage, stepped on the wood on the top of the wooden cage and walked a few steps, and there was a creaking sound under his feet.

"Spear!" "Continue!" The spear flew up, holding it in Yu Qingzi's hand, and he stepped into the right direction, inserted the spear into the gap in the wooden cage, and stood in the corner of the top of the cage. But seeing him clenching his gun and falling from the wooden cage, he only heard three crisp sounds of "bang, bang", and three broken logs flew up from the top of the cage and hit the tent and bounced on the ground.

"Huh?" Lu Han exclaimed, ignoring Luo Yifei, who was facing each other, climbed to the top of the cage on the iron chain and jumped in.

There was a person lying on his stomach in the cage, his ragged clothes and hair scattered, as if he was still asleep, and he looked like Qin Yuan at first glance. But the wooden cage is so damaged, can Qin Yuan be safe? Lu Han had a little hope left, and carefully turned the man over, and the seven orifices of the straight breath were smoking. Where is Qin Yuan? The person in the cage is Zhang Decong, who is on night duty with Luo Yifei.

"It's not a good thing!" Lu Han was so anxious that he shouted, ran out, and shouted: "The thief is running! Qin Yuan is running..."

At this moment, the masters of the various factions around the cloth rushed to the wooden cage. At this time, Luo Yifei had also been unlocked and sat on the side.

"Smack!" Luo Yifei was suddenly grabbed by the collar and pulled up, and threw a mouth on his face. He was already extremely ashamed and angry when he was slapped by Wu for no reason, but when he saw the face of the person who slapped him, he suddenly softened and said, "Master!"

"I don't have you as an apprentice!" said the master, and walked away. Luo Yifei's master is the famous Su Fei Zhenzi of the Kongtong faction, this person has high skills and a great temper. But in this way, no matter how thick Luo Yifei was, he didn't have the face to stay here, and he followed out in disregard of everyone's obstruction.

As a result, everyone's hopes were temporarily focused on Zhang Decong. Luckily, he was only put to sleep, and there were no other injuries on his body. Everyone was busy for a while, Zhang De suddenly stretched out his arms upward, almost hit the face of others, and then opened his mouth and exhaled with a big yawn.

"It's... You..."Zhang Decong's master is Liu Hongcheng, a famous teacher of the Bagua Sect, although his temperament is not as hot as Fei Zhenzi, but he is already angry, staring fiercely at the "unscrupulous people" in front of him.

"Huh?" he had just woken up from his "sweet dream" and suddenly found that his eyes were all around him, and he was at a loss for a moment, and he was even more shocked when he saw the tattered clothes on his body.

"Zhang Decong, what the hell is going on? Tell me the truth!" Liu Hongcheng asked angrily and amusemently when he saw his appearance.

"Master, the apprentice didn't do anything!" Zhang Decong knelt in front of everyone, tears streaming down his face.

"What are you crying about, it's useless!" Liu Hongcheng saw that his proud protégé was crying in public, and he felt that his face was dull, and he shouted loudly.

"How can you be virtuous without doing anything?" Seeing Zhang Decong collect his tears, Liu Hongcheng asked coldly.

"This..."Zhang De couldn't start talking for a while, he was so anxious that he almost cried again, he lowered his head and thought for a while, as if a flash of inspiration had a flash of inspiration, and said urgently: "By the way, Uncle Gu, Uncle Gu should know..."

"Uncle Gu?..." The onlookers looked at each other, not knowing who this was.

"What's his name and what sect is he?" Liu Hongcheng asked anxiously.

He said that his name was Gu Qianli, and he was a beggar with six bags of disciples. Zhang Decong couldn't wait to tell everything he knew, but unfortunately he knew very little.

"Gu Qianli, the beggar gang, the six bags of ?..." everyone whispered again, but there were so many beggar gangs, and although the six generations of disciples were high, they couldn't talk about being noble, so how did they know?

"By the way, Uncle Gu said that he has a nickname, called 'Zhen Hun Ren'! Brother Luo and I still think it's funny!" Zhang Decong actually laughed, and everyone couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's a shame... Gu Qianli... Gu Qianli... It's really a bad person..."Liu Hongcheng muttered these two names over and over again, and suddenly a strange name exploded in his mind, and he was shocked: "Could it be..."

"Master Liu also guessed it!" The voice outside the tent sounded, followed by a "bang", and a person was thrown into the tent, embarrassed to get up.

"Bastard, kneel!" Before the words fell, Fei Zhenzi walked in from outside the tent and pointed to the person who was thrown before: "Luo Yifei, all the reasons, tell the seniors about it!"