"Brother Guan, it's you! You are the great benefactor of my life!"

The person who came was Lin Quan, who was ordered by Zhuang Mengdie to explore the way ahead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He turned over and dismounted, grabbing Guan Qianjian's shoulders with both hands, "We are finally reunited, we are all still alive!"

Guan Qianjian was also extremely excited, grabbed his arm and said: "That day, Lao Yan flew separately, but the original intention was to do his best, but I didn't expect it to be a miracle!"

Lin Quan said in high spirits: "This is something you don't know, my biggest wish in this life is to be able to enter the Liuru Gate to practice swordsmanship, and now I ......."

"Now naturally my wish has come true!"

"It's not just that my wish has come true, I was also accepted as a disciple by Old Man Zhuang, you say, isn't this all thanks to you?"

Guan Qianjian was also surprised, and congratulated again and again: "Congratulations! Your future is really limitless......

"Hahahaha, as the saying goes, the master leads the door, the cultivation is in everyone, and the talent is limited, even if there is a master who is unparalleled in the world, I am afraid that you will still fall behind Brother Guan. ”

Guan Qianjian shook his head and smiled: "Brother Lin is too modest. ”

Lin Quan laughed ecstatically for a while, suddenly closed his lips, drooped his eyelids, and let go of the hand that was holding Guan Qianjian.

He bowed his head and groaned.

"What's the matter, Brother Lin, is there anything unpleasant? But Zheng Cang, they ......" Guan Qianjian was worried.

Lin Quan shook his head and said, "Several brothers are safe, and now in Liurumen, worship a few elders as teachers." The reason why I feel uncomfortable is because you ...... It seems that the old man has some misunderstanding about your brother......"

When Guan Qianjian heard him say this, the little hope left in his heart instantly shattered into slag, only to feel that he was invaded by a chill, and his emotions fell to the bottom, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, his heart was bright: It seems that Zhuang Mengdie and I are friends and enemies! If I go, I will die again.

Lin Quan wanted to talk to Guan Qianjian alone, and said to the people who came with him: "Senior brothers, please go back and report to the head first, saying that Guan Qianjian is about to go up to Liuru Gate to meet him, but he is injured, and I will accompany him to come slowly." ”

He said this with a heart, saying that Guan Qianjian was "about to go to Liurumen to meet him", instead of meeting him by chance on the way, so as to skillfully defend him, thus denying Zhang Liuqi's speculation.

In fact, when the two met, they only exchanged a few words, how did he know where Guan Qianjian went?

However, this is not to say that he does not have doubts about this "brother in distress" in his heart, the difference is that others are afraid that it is not true, but he is afraid that it will come true.

"Just talk, let's go back and report it. Everyone was interested, turned their horses' heads, and went far away in the blink of an eye.

Lin Quan put aside his master's business, regained his mood, and took Guan Qianjian's hand and said, "How do you guess I know that you are injured? Who cut it down again?"

Guan Qianjian smiled miserably and said, "Don't mention the past." I only ask you, if others doubt me, Brother Lin, will you also doubt me?"

He was afraid that Lin Quan would come to ask him the truth, and the brothers must not deceive each other, so he first put him in the army, so that he could not open his mouth.

How do you know that Lin Quan people are shrewd, and they distinguish between public and private very clearly, and they are not ambiguous at all, but they don't fall for him, and asks: "I was about to ask you, are the rumors true?"

Guan Qianjian was defenseless, and when he asked, where could he answer? Looking at the other party in a daze, the two pieces of mouth were as if they had been sewn together with twine.

Lin Quan is an old Jianghu, when he saw him react like this, where did he still have the slightest doubt? Immediately, his face sank, and he shook off his hand and said: "In this way, the so-called sharing of hardships and living and dying together are all fake? It turns out that I, Lin Someone, am just accompanying you in a play!"

Guan Qianjian heard his words too heavy, and sneered: "Why did Brother Lin say this?" thought to himself: Don't say that I and Long Zaitian just met in Pingshui, even if I am really the heir of his righteous eight classics, so what? The surnamed Zhuang himself is not angry, he is defeated in the hands of others, he does not want to forge ahead, he only knows resentment and hatred, that is his narrow-mindedness, that's it, why do you Lin Quan follow the coaxing? Is there no brotherhood in your heart, right and wrong, but only honor and disgrace, success and failure, and prejudice!

How did he know that after Zhang Liuqi's words, Liuru had already regarded him as a little conspirator. What Lin Quan believed was that he was sent by Long Zaitian and Yue Song to do something subversive, but he didn't just mean that he was the descendant of Long Zaitian.

Lin Quan snorted coldly, didn't reply, turned around and stepped on the horse's back, shook the reins to control the horse and turned around, and said in an extremely reserved tone: "The head of the Concealment Sect leads the five elders, waiting for the master in front! ”

The sound of horses' hooves galloped into the jungle in an instant, and they never looked back.

Guan Qianjian was furious, boarded the carriage, and fell on the seat, silent, panting.

The coachman did not dare to ask, so he beat his horse and continued on his way.

After a while, the carriage galloped out of the jungle, most of the people and horses in front blocked the way, the coachman reined in the horse, and Guan Qianjian got off.

When he saw the "thousands of troops and horses", he was stunned, and wondered in his heart: For the sake of mere people, where is the need to mobilize the people like this?

followed a chill in my heart: It can be seen that Zhuang Mengdie is determined to win for me, it seems that I will die or live here!

He looked closely at the leader, who was gray, with a curved fold at the corners of his mouth, from the side of his nose to his chin, and his face was extremely thin, and he looked both ruthless and resolute.

Without asking, it can be known that this person is Zhuang Mengdie.

It was followed by Lin Quan and Thursday Fang. There are old and young people in the back, some with sharp-beaked monkey gills, and some with lofty spirits, none of them know each other, Guan Qianjian is too lazy to look at it, and arches his hand to Zhuang Mengdie: "Guan Qianjian worships." Zhuang's predecessors looked at martial arts, and it was really better to be famous than to meet, and it was better to meet than to be famous. ”

praised on the surface, but secretly sneered.

Zhuang Mengdie was on the horse, her expression remained unchanged, she didn't speak, she looked straight at Guan Qianjian, just like looking at stones and plants.

Although there is no anger in his eyes, there is a deterrent power of his own, which makes people feel that he is looking at the other party with an extremely serious attitude and a clear insight.

What a tough guy!

Just when Guan Qianjian was at a loss, he heard a person scold: "Little thief, dare to come to see me!"

Guan Qianjian could see clearly that it was none other than Zhou Fang, who hated him so much, but Zhou Fang, who had a deep grudge against him.

If it were someone else, maybe it would be too late to wait for the sword to arrive in front of him before dealing with it, but what kind of skill did he have? Even if he was far away from three zhang away, if he didn't deal with it properly, he would have to be in a different place!

Therefore, as soon as he saw his shoulders shrugging, Guan Qianjian was immediately sensitive, and his right hand was about to grab the hilt of the sword on his back.

- No!

- It's dangerous!

He knew that with Zhuang Meng's eyes like a torch, even if it was just a gesture of raising his hand and pressing the sword, he could know all the martial arts he had practiced.

There were spasms from the five fingers of Guan Qianjian's right hand.

Thursday's movements weren't too fast, and after a few turns of thought, he was still ten paces away.

His remaining ten steps seem to be cut off by a copper wall and iron wall, and he can never finish it, and it seems to be an abyss, and there is no way back when he takes a step!

That is to say, unless the sword in his hand is not activated, once it is activated, there is no other way than Guan Qianjian to save himself.

The sword shooter can't stop halfway, even if he wants to rescue with Zhuang Mengdie's ability, he can't.

...... The next moment is still ten steps!

Thursday's figure was moving, but the distance of ten steps remained the same.

He seemed to be deliberately giving Guan Qianjian a chance; as if he was tirelessly reminding him over and over again: Draw your sword, draw your sword! If you don't draw your sword, the immortal will not be able to save you! If a person dies, even if you can win the trust of others, what is the use? Isn't it just to keep your life alive by concealing the facts?

Guan Qianjian really didn't know if this was his inner thoughts, or the influence of the other party's momentum and eyes. But the only thing that is certain is that the sword must be drawn!

Because he didn't want to die.

He stared at the feet of the four squares, and it was time to draw his sword when the old man took the next step! for this was the perfect time to strike him head-on when his center of gravity was not steady, and when he had used his true qi at the end, and before the next one was fully lifted. In this way, not only can you easily get out of danger, but you can even catch your opponent off guard and be overwhelmed.

Guan Qianjian no longer moved his fingers this time, and even raised his elbows. - He's finally drawing his sword!

Thursday sneered.

He finally stopped the remaining ten paces, and with a lift of his foot, he sent the blade of his sword to the forehead of his enemy.

However, Guan Qianjian's elbow was only raised by more than an inch before stopping......

He thought, if Zhou Fang really thought that he could kill, what was the use of resisting? Can he block one or two moves, ten or twenty moves?

And if, on the contrary, the old horseman's intention is only to tempt, wouldn't he fall into his calculations?

I'd rather die than fall for someone's tricks!

So he restrained his desire to do it again.

However, it was this time and again that he really sent himself into the ghost gate. (To be continued.) )