In the past, the green shirt hung the sword, and he was young and romantic.

Today, the reunion on the narrow road is like a dream.

The hunchbacked old man struggled to his feet, his eyes glazed over.

"You're defeated. ”

The long sword was returned to the sheath, and the figure of the cloth did not change color, and said softly.

"For twenty years, I thought about it day and night. ”

"Although I lost today, I forgot it, but it was a long-cherished wish. ”

The hunchbacked old man muttered to himself, shook his head with a wry smile.

"We, acquaintance?"

Fang Yan frowned, puzzled.

"Acquaintances or strangers. ”

"Since you haven't died yet, I'm afraid that there will be a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes. ”

The hunchbacked old man smiled with relief, and his gaze at the dialect was clearly mixed with many meanings.

The old man's words meant something.

Although the human face mask can hide the face, it cannot hide the innate aura.

"Sure enough......"

Fang Yan's gaze was slightly condensed, and he subconsciously touched the mask of the human face used as a disguise.

"Winning or losing, winning or losing is different. ”

"Today's events, if you want to kill or chop, listen to them. ”

Especially in front of a master with a deep martial arts realm, it is even more difficult to hide from the world and hide people's eyes and ears.

"The rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

The brocade-clothed man standing behind the old man suddenly shouted and strode forward.

"Why, can you beat this man?"

The hunchbacked old man slowly put away the blood tower in his hand and turned sideways to make a way.

"What do you mean, old thing?"

The brocade-clothed man pondered for a moment and replied in a deep voice.

"Opponents?"

The old man smiled contemptuously, and the gaze that fell on the man was undisguised and full of disdain.

"With the strength of the two of us, we are not opponents. ”

"I don't even have the qualifications to let him draw his sword, so what's the harm if you have one more?"

The brocade-clothed man blushed his cheeks and lowered his head.

"You really think of yourself. ”

The hunchbacked old man sneered, showing no mercy.

The hunchbacked old man was not in a hurry and responded lightly.

"Good!

"Once something falls into the hands of the Qin family, you should be clear about the consequences. ”

"What are the consequences, and what does it have to do with me?"

The two of them took a few steps back one after another, making way for a bluestone road leading to the inner city.

"Take him with you and we'll go. ”

The man in brocade nodded frequently, and his face gradually distorted.

"I'd like to see what you do. ”

"Brother Fang, be careful!"

The gray mouse's eyes widened, and several afterimages were reflected in his pupils.

Fang Yan turned his head away, and his gaze fell on the unconscious teenager.

Just as he was about to step forward to investigate, he suddenly heard several sounds of breaking the air from behind, sharp and piercing, one after another.

Fang Yan borrowed the afterglow to glance behind him, the true yuan overflowed, and the qi barrier protected the body.

Seeing that the attack of the silver needle had plummeted and was on the verge of collapse, he saw that the dialect's movements froze, and he didn't know why he was stunned in place, allowing the hidden weapon to break through the qi barrier and penetrate the body.

The brocade-clothed man took advantage of the gap between the dialect and relaxed his guard, and pulled out a round wooden bamboo tube from his cuff, and several steel needles flew out of it, full of strength.

"Look for death. ”

"Hey, hey!"

"If you are hit by my bone-eroding silver needle, you will have to shed your skin if you don't die. ”

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, true qi surged up, and blood slid down the corners of his mouth.

Song Ruhai and the gray rat hurriedly stepped forward, supporting the staggering figure of Fang Yan, gritting their teeth and burning with anger.

"If you have the ambition to go through the sky, you are not a husband without drugs. ”

The man in brocade suddenly burst out laughing, extremely proud.

"Despicable villain!"

"Take everything away, handle it gently, and be careful. ”

The man waved his hand behind him, and the remaining black-clothed figures who had not yet fallen to the ground regained their blades and strode forward.

"It's better to plant it in my hands than to ask some old thing to take advantage of it. ”

The man in brocade glanced at the hunchbacked old man beside him, intentionally or unintentionally, and his words implied sarcasm.

The hunchbacked old man suddenly stretched out his arm and straddled in front of the man.

"Old thing, what tricks do you want to play?"

"These eyesore guys, except for the hairy boy, don't leave any of them, and deal with them all. ”

"Slow down. ”

The hunchbacked old man's tone paused slightly, and his gaze inadvertently swept forward, shaking slightly.

"Leave a line in your work, and see you in the future. ”

The man in brocade frowned, and his face was angry.

"All you want is the stuff on the wagon, so why do you have to kill them all?"

The man in brocade smiled coldly, and said in a strange manner.

"If it weren't for some means at the last moment, you and I would still be able to stand here as safely as we are now?"

"Old things are old things. ”

"This favor is so handy. ”

"Spare them their lives, I owe you a personal favor. ”

"Favors?"

The hunchbacked old man was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

After a long silence, he let out a soft sigh.

"To stay, or not to stay. ”

"It doesn't matter to the others, I must take this kid on the ground. ”

The man was a little surprised, and his eyes widened as he looked at the hunchbacked old man.

"Old thing, doesn't this look like your style?"

The power of the three swords was enough to torture him a thousand times.

Fang Yan's subordinates showed mercy, which made him feel compassion.

The hunchbacked old man said no more as a sign of acquiescence.

He is not kind-hearted, let alone spontaneous.

"If you want to take him away, step over our corpses first!"

The gray mouse propped up his exhausted body, half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes tattered and scarred.

That's all he can do.

"Fuck you!"

The man in brocade smiled and raised his arm, looking quite playful.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your little shopkeeper. ”

The surrounding martial arts hall disciples crawled to the young man's side and surrounded him, all of them looking resolute.

"It's really affectionate. ”

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a man let out a scream, holding his calves and rolling on the ground, wailing endlessly.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Seeing that the figure in black was getting closer and closer, he punched and kicked the martial arts hall disciples.

Before the words fell, a black shadow raised its leg and fell to the ground.

"Do you want to go on any longer?"

"Think...... I've thought about this level, but your kid is still a little tender. ”

The gray mouse smiled and showed a mouth full of fangs, covered in blood.

"Stop it!"

The long sword at his waist was more than half a foot out of the sheath, and he suddenly heard a silver bell shouting behind him.

Fang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, as if talking to himself, and as if he was speaking to the young man.

The wound on the back healed slowly and imperceptibly, and there were faint spots of blood oozing.

Fang Yan reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, and spoke faintly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The boy's tense face gradually soothed, and his eyes vaguely opened a narrow slit.

Fang Yan subconsciously turned his head, saw the person, the long sword was returned to the sheath, and the smile grew.

"Looks like you're right. ”

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