There is a hill near Ping'an Prefecture, it is very low, but the greening is OK, the forest is lush, there are many birds and beasts, but there is a lack of large carnivores, and there is no eye-catching white-fronted insect or something, so the road above is also smooth and safe, but since the official road has been opened under the mountain, this road has rarely passed by customers and merchants.

Now, it is the time when the mosquito has just laid eggs, so the mosquito is not Dasheng, Chen Yuanyuan did not rub any insect repellent in order to conceal it, and even the scholars also guarded the mosquito bite with him.

Chen Yuanyuan looked up and saw a swarm of mosquitoes, and a white snow owl suddenly flew in the sky.

It's just that the design of the night clothes is very, the forehead, the arrogance, the long sleeves of the strong clothes, the tailoring fit, the good first-class Taishan Prefecture characteristics of the water, the best embroidery, embroidered with gold thread in front of the scholar with a three-legged golden crow, with a white porcelain mask, looming relief carved with a Fusang tree, a hat on the head, covered tightly.

Chen Yuanyuan, on the other hand, was completely covered under a large coat, with a jawbrush embroidered on the placket, and a sea of relief carvings on the white porcelain mask on his face.

The two men stood silently on the tree, staring at a path under the tree.

"How long is it going to be there?" Chen Yuanyuan asked anyway, casting himself into the depths of the leaves.

"At his speed," the scholar paused, as if calculating, stretched out his finger, glanced at the butterfly stuck to his finger, and muttered, "It will be about the time of a cup of tea." “

"Oh. I don't know what Chen Yuanyuan's voice seemed to suddenly realize made him understand, and then he was silent.

The whole hill was plunged into a creeping sound of insects, one after another in the grass.

Half a tea time later, the sheave of grass was flattened by one foot, and the moonlight shone on a messy figure.

A white coat has long been stained with blood, showing a dark red color, unsteady gait, pale face, ragged clothes, in line with the basic appearance conditions of a bereaved dog.

By the light of the moon, which was not bright, the two men in the tree had already seen the man's face, resolute and cold.

Of course, there should be resentment.

His current shame will surely make the city repay it a hundredfold.

When I return, it will be when the blood of the city will be shed.

Be sure to kill the chickens and dogs here.

The murderous aura is condensing, and the flame in the eyes is burning.

But at this moment, he just wanted to go to the neighboring states and counties as soon as possible, find the other people in the Wushuang Palace Flower Room, and rescue his younger brother.

If it weren't for the fact that most of his kung fu was on the calculation technique, who would save that waste, and being with himself would only waste the resources that should have belonged to him.

It's just that now, the scum who usually don't dare to come out appear in the dark and want to attack and kill themselves who seem to be seriously injured, but the scum is the scum, even if they are seriously injured, the seriously injured lion will not die in the dog's mouth.

As long as you climb over this mountain, there is hope for everything.

The hope of hope brings physical strength.

It's just a pity that he has been targeted by Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuan's round head was slightly, and when he saw that the scholar who signaled was not at all, his calf flicked slightly, and with a "whoosh", the figure had already covered the top of Han's eldest brother's head, like a night bat that preyed.

Manual, sword out, the results of long-term training are reflected, even in such a difficult situation, Han Zhong, the eldest brother of the Han family, did not lose the sensitive reaction of a martial artist, and the sword momentum was like a big river rushing, surging, and pointing at the scholar's abdomen.

Yun Jian Pose.

Everyone thinks that the Han brothers in Huafang are good at totaling, but few people know that Han Zhong, the eldest brother of the Han brothers, still practices the "surging river" in the "One Sutra, Two Skills and Three Swords" of the Wushuang Palace.

The three realms of "the surging river", form, potential, and meaning, South Korea and China have already penetrated the "form", but there is a step away from the "potential".

But Hanzhong is worthy of being a seed-level figure, and he can't reach the realm of "potential", he found another strange way, and actually found the lost Yunjian style, which contains a sword intent, which leads but does not start, and suppresses it desperately, just like an embankment to block a flood, the water fills the day until the day the embankment bursts, and the soup is full of thousands of miles.

The blade of the sword, which had been hidden for three years and nine months, roared and screamed, wanting to stab into the scholar's body, bringing blood and flesh.

It's just a pity that he met a scholar.

Chen Yuanyuan never knew what the realm of a scholar was.

Ten products and ten enemies, nine products are fifty enemies, eight products are hundreds of enemies, seven products are one move, and six products are one hand.

But when the scholar came to this world by himself, he was Wen Zou Zou's, almost never made a move, one of the few shots, once killed a court listening to the wind platform spies, a shot is a second kill, I can't see the power, and once I secretly killed a husband who went home with leisure, the means were quick, after killing people, I came back, it was less than half a day, I traveled 800 miles a day, and when I came, I was clean and clean.

Therefore, Chen Yuanyuan just speculated that the scholar was very powerful, and he was finally able to see it today.

The scholar didn't have any special reaction to this sword, he reached out and gently wiped it with his hand on the long sword.

It's like he shows up in Chen Yuanyuan's house on time every morning, rain or shine, and wipes the table, bed, and chair with a rag in his hand.

But the long sword didn't become as bright as Chen Yuanyuan's table.

It was just in Han Zhong's surprised eyes, and it slowly turned into pieces, one by one, like a butterfly, scattered and flew up.

However, there was still blood slowly dripping on the ground, one drop, two drops.

The scholar blocked the sword, but not the momentum.

Even if it's a pseudo-potential.

Landing gently, the injury does not stop.

The wound on his abdomen did not affect the scholar's movements, and his left hand was raised, and three toothpicks painted black flew out. Immediately after that, there is a toothpick in the right hand.

In such a similar situation, the seriously injured Han Zhong could not avoid the six toothpicks.

If he could dodge, he wouldn't be the eighth grade, and he would have broken through the limit a long time ago and reached the seventh grade.

Therefore, he could only choose to avoid the above, be inserted into the dantian qi sea, become a waste, be killed, or, be stuck in the center of the eyebrows with a toothpick, and die on the spot.

However, at this good season, Chen Yuanyuan burst into a foul mouth, "Is there a soy sauce everywhere?" ”

Immediately afterwards, Han Zhong, who saw that he was dying, stretched out a broadsword in front of him, and with a slight shake, the toothpick was all knocked to the ground.

A dignified voice sounded, but it was the man with the sword, like an iron shield, between the scholar and Han Zhong, smiling, and said, "Bold fanatics, killing people in the street, is there any royal law?"