More than 100 people in the rivers and lakes were all moved, seeing Hu Buwei fighting with the monster, everyone's heart jumped: "The monster is about to start killing!" Everyone secretly gathered strength, just waiting for the monster to break out and quickly resist.

It's just that what is the origin of this strange-looking man? He has the courage to fight with the monster so face-to-face, and his bearing is calm, which is really admirable.

Xu Shifei was suspicious when he saw Hu Buwei's panicked appearance before. When I saw Hu Buwei parrying with the monsters, I relieved my doubts. Straightened up and shouted: "Hu Daxia, kill him! Kill him! This monster has killed a lot of Jianghu brothers, you must not be soft!"

Hu Buwei secretly smiled bitterly, this old man really looked up to himself. Hu Daxia is full of eagerness, hoping that the green dragon will fly out quickly to kill the monster so that he can get out of danger, but this damn nail has never listened to himself, but what can you do with it?

Seeing that the expression on the monster's face stiffened, and the attack was imminent, Hu Buwei was not as afraid as before. It's very strange, life and death are just around the corner, why, his heartbeat slowly calmed down, and his rapid breathing suddenly subsided?

Isn't it, scared to the extreme, but can't even perceive fear?

Hu Buwei didn't know, and he didn't think about it. In a moment, he saw only one face. Only a gentle, demure face was looking at him with pity. Just as in the past countless deep nights of dreams, when he wept and looked at her sadly, that face had a sadness that drove him mad, and a sorrow that made him unable to stop crying. Those eyes as deep as the abyss clearly remember the beloved husband and childish son who are forever separated from yin and yang, and how much indecipherable bone-eroding tenderness melts in them! There is emotion, joy, and expectation on her face. Hu Buwei seemed to have heard her gentle cry, and she seemed to be about to reach over, gently wrap her arms around his head and neck, and put her face against his cheek, as she had done in the morning, when many magpies were chirping softly under the window, and closed her eyes and murmured lowly, pouring out her thoughts about a year's farewell.

How could she know that he was thinking about her all the time! Those deep, huge emotions that wanted to gush out of his heart could not find an outlet for catharsis. It could only be like a torrent of magma molten beneath the glacier, silently churning and tumbling, often turning into cold water in his dreams every midnight, overflowing his eye sockets, dripping down his cheeks, and wetting the blades of grass below.

Why should the truth be fought against each other in the morning and evening? Just this moment is enough to make the wind and clouds lose color.

Hu Buwei suddenly felt a sense of relief. What is the joy of life, and what is the pain of death?

He has lived for nearly thirty years, and has had a virtuous wife who is happy with each other, a beloved son who is healthy and lively, a good friend, a good friend, and many days of joy and sorrow. This life has been colorful, what are the regrets of husband?!

Panic and panic disappeared like the retreating tide of the Qiantang River. In its place, there is a calm and calm atmosphere. When he saw through the door of life and death in an instant, and saw the ardent expectation of his wife behind this hypocritical confinement, what else could he not give up?

Life is just like a summer flower, since there has been a brilliant moment, since that moment can never be erased, the withering will be withered.

"The child is still young, don't scare him. Hu Buwei let go of his hand and smiled at the man in white.

Everyone couldn't have imagined that in this breath, under the imminent high pressure of life and death, Hu Buwei actually completed a swap between heaven and man.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. However, this most difficult to change cowardly nature of fear of death was reversed by him at this moment.

Hu Buwei let go of his fingers, and the expression on the monster's face changed several times, surprised, confused, relieved, smiled, and finally opened his brows, smiled gently, withdrew his fingers and replied: "Children are really cute." Seeing Hu Tan secretly turning his eyes to look at him again, sticking out his tongue and making a grimace again, the little doll laughed happily again, shrunk his head and kicked his legs, and looked straight into Hu Buwei's arms.

One person and one demon are not in turmoil here, but the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect who are sitting by the door can't hold their faces, and everyone is angry, and their eyes are wide open. The senior brother Tan Feixian couldn't get an answer, and he felt that he had lost face, and his face was about to turn into a purple eggplant. Drawing his sword out of its sheath, he shouted categorically: "Youkai, do you really want me to do it?!"

"You're An Tielu's apprentice. The youkai finally turned his face, but his face was calm, and it didn't look like he was frightened by his cruel words. "There is someone else who killed your master, so I might as well tell you that I came down the mountain this time for him. ”

"Fart! Fart! Nonsense! It's not you! The evidence is ironclad, and you can't deny it!" Tan Feixian roared, "My master was killed in Yuanzhou half a month ago, and his hands and feet were bitten off, and he was killed by monsters! You happened to appear in Yuanzhou half a month ago, and I don't know how many people on the rivers and lakes saw you turn into your true appearance, and you still quibble!"

"You don't believe it, I can't do it, that's all you say, if you have any plans, you might as well make it. ”

"You ......" Tan Feixian's forehead flashed, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword clenched. It's really infuriating that this monster is so arrogant when it is under siege. Fortunately, he was still a little self-aware, knowing that he would not be able to fight this horned python spirit that had been cultivated for nearly two thousand years no matter what.

"All the heroes! Everyone has seen how arrogant the evil arrogance is! Can we still tolerate it? If we let him go today and let him do harm everywhere, won't we be ridiculed by our fellow Jianghu in the future? What face do we have to face the people of the world again?" Tan Feixian is not too stupid, and it is time to use the method of agitation.

The words of encouragement immediately took effect, and twenty or thirty men were boiling with blood and shouted loudly: "That's right! If you don't get rid of the evil in one day, the world will not be stable for a day! Kill him!"

"Such a harmful demon should be seen and killed one by one, and it must not be let go. ”

It's just that after all, no one has taken a step. This horned python is so powerful that who dares to eat the gall of a leopard to take the lead? For more than half a month, from Yuanzhou to Yingchang Mansion, I don't know how many reckless mages and warriors have died under his hands. Qunhao is not a fool, and he will not send himself to Shekou to die.

Seeing that everyone didn't make a move, Tan Feixian couldn't help but raise his arms and shouted: "What? Everyone wants to clamp their tails and be a man?" It was also because he was so angry that he didn't think about his speaking skills.

Sure enough, before the words fell, a person's voice of ridicule came from the corner near the stairs: "I think you are the only ones who are in Lingxiao, right? Hmph, the head of the house was inexplicably killed by a monster, and the iron sword of the mission is missing, which is shameful enough." I don't know that a group of unpromising doormen don't want to take revenge, and they just fight for the position of the head all day long. ”

This person spoke viciously, and he was revealing the scars of the people of the Lingxiao Sect. A group of disciples were furious. He stood up, drew his weapon and pointed at him: "What bastard is talking nonsense! "This group of disciples really has selfish intentions, and they want to force the monster to find out the whereabouts of the missionary iron sword, so that they can go back and compete for the position of the head of the sect. How can you not be annoyed and angry when you are exposed in such public?

The head of the Lingxiao faction, 'Cangling Tieyan' An Tielu, was killed by the horned python demon in Yuanzhou a month ago, and his hands and feet were broken, and this matter has been spread all over the rivers and lakes. Due to the sudden death, An Tielu has not had time to establish the next generation of leaders, so that the various departments in the sect are fighting in secret, Tan Feixian is the eldest disciple, claiming that after the death of the master, the position of the head of the sect should be let himself, and An Tieyu's descendants naturally fully support him. How do you know that his six uncles and uncles did not do it, saying that revenge should be the first priority at present, and the head of the family should be appointed by the capable. Several groups of people have been fighting for more than half a month, and the rumors have become jokes in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that the Lingxiao faction is also a powerful faction, and everyone knows it in their hearts, but no one wants to say it to their face to anger them.

Today, there is a bold person who dares to come and expose his shortcomings, which is really eye-opening.

"What's the matter, have you shrunk into the shell of the king's eight shells, do you have the courage to come out and speak again!" The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect did not dare to deal with monsters, but they had much more confidence in dealing with people. Seeing that the man who spoke did not dare to answer, his momentum soared.

"It's not enough to be embarrassed once, but also to lose it a second time? Alas, the hobby of the Lingxiao Sect is really extraordinary, admire, admire. Who would have thought that person really didn't know how to advance or retreat, and with a cold word, more than ten disciples of the Lingxiao Sect were furious.

At this time, Tan Feixian had already heard it, and it was Duan Guangtao, the door master of Dingzhou Chiba Gate, who spoke. This old man has always been at odds with the Lingxiao faction, but he didn't expect him to come to this restaurant. Furious for a moment, he jumped up and shouted: "Old thief Duan! What is your intention in insulting my Lingxiao Sect like this? Our Liangzi has already been exposed, and you have to pick it up again, okay, okay! If you have the ability, you will come to fight for life and death! The one who is afraid of death is the turtle king bastard!"

Six years ago, Tan Feixian went to Dongting Lake with his master to practice, and when he was boating in the lake, he had a fight with Chiba Gate because of a small reason. The two factions fought and became enmity. Later, after the mediation of the high-ranking people, the two factions suppressed their grievances, but Duan Guangtao himself had a narrow temperament, how could he easily forget about this matter? There has always been a pimple in his heart, but he knows that his skills are not enough and he is not An Tieyu's opponent, so he has been holding back. Who knew that the heaven-given opportunity, An Tielu was killed by a monster a month ago. The strength of the Lingxiao Sect that had lost the top gate post had been greatly reduced, so what was there to worry about? Just take this opportunity to humiliate them and vent their grievances.

Listening to Tan Feixian's challenge at the moment, Duan Guangtao only smiled coldly, and was about to answer, but he heard the crowd of heroes in the hall shouting in unison, and suddenly the sound of swords and guns was loud, and all the high-rollers drew their blades. The light clusters flickered on all sides, and several cultivators hurriedly summoned the beasts out.

It turned out that the youkai stood up.

Hu Buwei exhaled, frowned slightly, and saw that the man in white just stood up, which caused everyone to be on strict alert. The horror of this monster is anything but ordinary. The fate of the Hu family's father and son really can't see any bright way out. was silent at the moment, and secretly thought in his heart: "But what should I think of to get out of here quickly?" half-lowered his head, and his eyes kept turning. Shicai's change of mind drove his panic cleanly, and at this moment he had more than enough time to think about a way out.

Although there is no need to be afraid of death, there is no need to seek death, if there is a possibility of escape, it is better to try your best to find an escape. Not for anything else, just to want Tan'er to continue to live.

Before he could come up with a consummate plan, there was another shocking change outside the door! Everyone suddenly heard the frightened cries of the residents of the street outside the hall, and then a terrible long howl came, completely inhuman, full of pain, fear, and despair, and the end of the sound was endless, which made the hearts of the heroes twitch.

The faces of the martial arts guests in the hall showed a look of surprise, hearing this cry so rude, could it be that there are monsters rushing towards it? More than a dozen mages were worried in their hearts, and they hurriedly raised their aura and quickly rushed to the door to see what was going on. At this time, I heard the sound of 'banging' on the street, and stopped at the door, and the figures flickered, and two people, one tall and one short, sealed in front of the door, blocking their way.

It was an old man with a white beard in a gray robe and a little girl in a red robe. The old man was tall and bright, and although his clothes were simple, there was a calm and fierce air on his face, which made people feel oppressed at the first sight. The little girl looks snow-white and cute, with a few thin yellow hairs hanging from the back of her head, which are tied with red agate beaded flowers, and she is even more childish and well-behaved.

It was Ku Rong and his little granddaughter! Hu Buwei had met Liu Fu when he was fighting centipedes, but he didn't know how they appeared here. Hu Buwei was happy and worried in his heart, but the good thing was that this old man of Kurong seemed to be a person with a great background, and with him present, he would have a better chance of winning against monsters, and he would have a greater chance of escaping from the encirclement. The worry is that he is in the center of the most danger, and the monster is surrounded by a group of heroes, and in the desperate situation, will he kill himself first.

The monster is really afraid of the bitter banyan. Seeing him come in, his originally indifferent expression suddenly changed, and he frowned.

"I'm going to do it!" Hu Buwei was secretly vigilant in his heart, and the muscles and muscles in his whole body tightened. Taking advantage of the monster's gaze at the bitter banyan, his fingers moved slowly, quietly untied the buckle on his chest, and put his son down. As soon as he started to move, he immediately stuffed the charcoal under the table.

He only hoped that after getting out of the sight of the monster, his son would have one more chance to live.

However, the expected battle did not come.

Ku Rong's expression was calm, and he strode to the table under the gaze of Qunhao, and sat down beside Hu Buwei. Seeing Hu Buwei actually sitting here, he was also surprised. Suspicion flashed in his eyes, but he resisted the thought of questioning, turned to the white-clothed diner and asked, "What do you call it?"

"Mountains. Cheap name Shanyue. ”

"Is that the one you killed?"

"It's not. ”

Ku Rong nodded, looked directly at the man and said, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, can you tell me what your true nature is?"

The man in white laughed, his expression was extremely cheerful, and he seemed to have heard something very happy: "Since you know that you are presumptuous, you should know that this question is unreasonable." The old gentleman's eyes are like torches, he should have seen some clues, should he still use it to explain later?"

"Okay, where is he?"

"I don't know, I'm looking for him too. ”

Ku Rong's thick eyebrows moved, and a pair of eyes were shining, and he didn't look at him for a moment. The man in white was not afraid, and smiled and looked at the bitter banyan. Both of them are tough characters, their eyes are facing each other, and neither has any intention of backing down.

Hu Buwei watched from the sidelines, feeling nervous in his heart. Although there is not the slightest hostility in the eyes of these two people, it is difficult to say, the master is the same as the monster, and he has always acted unpredictable. Who knows when they'll do it? If you don't make some preparations as soon as possible, it will be too late for them to fight. His mind spun rapidly, and his ass slowly moved, sliding towards the inside of the wall. He wanted to get out of the sight of the two of them first, and wait for the two of them to notice him before he pulled out of the way.

However, man is not as good as heaven. His wishful thinking was all disturbed by a reckless young man. Seeing that the monster was engrossed in looking at the bitter banyan and had no time to care, several young people sitting behind him took advantage of the opportunity, and one of them quietly took out a blow pipe, put it into the poisonous needle, and gently put it into his mouth. Then, seizing the opportunity, he suddenly squirted towards the mountain!

At this time, Hu Buwei had just pulled his right foot out of the stool, and suddenly, he saw a few black lights flying in this direction on the opposite side, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly shrank his head and arched his back, and overturned the bench when he landed, and rolled to the ground with his son.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" Four crisp sounds, four poisonous needles shot in front of Shan Yue's body, and somehow turned abruptly, flew upward, and nailed to the floor slab on the second floor. The young man never expected that the blow he was determined to win would miss, and his color changed in shock, so he only exclaimed, quickly jumped up, and ran towards the door.

I don't know that Shanyue didn't chase after him. He only smiled slightly, hugged his fist towards Ku Rong and said, "Does the old gentleman have anything else to ask?"

Ku Rong shook his head, looked at him deeply, and said, "I believe it's not you." Let's go. ”

As soon as these words came out, the heroes were in an uproar, and many people shouted: "You can't let him go! How can you let the tiger return to the mountain?" "Let him escape today, and it won't be easy to find him again in the future! No! You can't let him go if you say anything!" Someone said: "This demon has bloody hands, how can we have a woman's kindness to him? Kill him!" Hearing the opposition of the crowd of heroes, Ku Rong snorted heavily, swept his eyes angrily, and the people immediately shut up.

"Wow, if any of you think you have the ability, you might as well come down and stop him!"

The heroes were silent. Everyone is bold, but boldness is not necessarily high in martial arts, this old man will really kill this army. Annoyed and angry, someone turned the target and sneered at Ku Rong: "Old man, who are you?

"Don't point fingers there, bad old man, get out of the way. ”

Kurong has been extinct in the rivers and lakes for nearly 40 years, and the new generation of knights naturally don't know his name. Seeing that he is not dressed in style at all, he doesn't seem to be a celebrity. Some people despised it: "Dare Mo is a madman, do you really think that you have become the overlord of the rivers and lakes?"

No matter who you are, there will always be some people who measure the clothes of others. At first, everyone just secretly snickered and discussed, but after a while, seeing that Ku Rong didn't move at all, they slowly became bolder, and the voice of speech gradually sounded, and some words that were originally hidden became more and more presumptuous.

Hearing these people say nothing to grandpa, the little girl Ning Yurou finally couldn't help it, and retorted childishly: "Don't talk nonsense, grandpa is not crazy, grandpa...... Good, good, good. She really couldn't think of any words to explain that her grandfather wasn't crazy, she could only describe it as very good.

When Qunhao heard this, he laughed even louder, and someone said: "Little girl, your grandfather is not crazy, he is just a fool, he just doesn't know what his surname is." ”

Ku Rong's face became more and more angry, and his right hand was propped up on the dining table, loosening and tightening with the ups and downs of his heart. Hu Buwei was shocked to see that the fine nanmu tabletop had been cut out by him with five deep marks, and the solid edges were like humus under his palm, and the sawdust fell one after another.

At this time, the group of heroes outside the field did not know how to restrain themselves, and they were still accusing. Tan Feixian, the eldest disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, was even more rampant, and transferred all the unhappiness from Duan Guangtao's sneering to Ku Rong, and only his loud laughter was heard in the hall: "...... I have seen a lot of arrogant people, but Tan has never seen such a shameless person. Hahahaha, you let him go? Have you asked us about the Lingxiao faction? Are you talking about a holy decree? Do you know that the master and the enemy are not together? Old man, you don't pee on yourself, are you worthy of us to give us such orders?"

A group of juniors and disciples echoed and laughed.

"Don't think that relying on the old and selling the old to command people when you are old, we are all begging for a living in knives and guns, but we are not just street gangsters who don't know the so-called. The man was free to speak, and he couldn't see Ku Rong's beard trembling angrily: "If you really want to live this addiction, go to the kiln to find a powder, and hurry to give birth to ten or eight dolls, and it will be too late to call after eighteen years." ”

"Can he still be born?" someone in the distance replied, provoking the crowd to burst into laughter.

Ku Rong slowly turned his face away and stared at Tan Feixian, the corners of his eyes twitched, obviously angry: "You are from the Lingxiao Sect." Your name is Tan Feixian. Tan Feixian was proud and said, "Yes, Lao Tzu is Tan Feixian, what, what advice do you have from the old man?" Ku Rong nodded and said, "Okay, good, very good...... The ...... of the Lingxiao Sect"

"Okay, of course!" Tan Feixian was really unbearable, he didn't know the situation, he didn't know how to advance or retreat, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. It's also to blame An Tielu for dying too early, and he didn't teach him how to learn how to look at people's faces and speak, and he continued to sneer: "Tan always does what he can when he speaks and does things, how can he be much better than you, an old guy who talks nonsense......"

Ku Rong was furious, where could he endure it, and shouted: "Shut your dog's mouth!" Swinging his palm like the wind, he slapped it on the dining table in front of him, only to "boom!", and the extremely hard Nanmu table was shattered into pieces. The vigor was raging, and the angry breath rushed in all directions like a rolling wave, and a violent sound like rolling thunder was heard, and the house seemed to have just been destroyed horizontally by the rainstorm, and the walls and stairs were all pierced by broken wood chips with countless small holes. Several jars of wine under the stairs shattered.

More than 100 people in the whole house were immediately like a tuyere, and they were oppressed so much that their breath was not smooth, how could they have the strength to laugh at them?

Hu Buwei was startled by this deafening sound, and staggered back, only to see that a good table in front of him had become fragmented, and his eyeballs were about to break through and fall down. What a strength this is! The hard nanmu table has now turned into hundreds of finger-length wooden strips!

That Lingxiao disciple Tan Feixian was also shocked into a cold sweat by this unexpected loud noise, and when the strong wind was over, his mood recovered slightly, and he became tough again: "Who can't slap the table, my old man ......" Before he finished speaking, he heard 'click!'click!' The sound of shattering was endless, and a series of crashing sounds came from all over the hall, and the eighteen tables placed along the wall exploded at the same time, and in the exclamation of the crowd, like a dead wood pulled by a line, all of them were not spared, and they all cracked one by one, and scattered into finger-sized pieces of wood!

The power is so powerful, who would dare to resist!?

That's when he really felt the shock!