After learning the news that the heads of the various factions of the martial arts were trapped in the Lingdao faction, the various factions in the rivers and lakes were filled with righteous indignation, and the factions worked together, and the seven major factions formed an alliance and made an appointment to go to the Lingdao faction to save people, including Xu Zhen, the virtual Taoist chief of the Wudang faction, the Huiye Shitai of Emei, Qiu Shuangxi and Gong Chong of the Quanzhen faction, the first disciple of the Diancang faction, Xun Chu of the Qingcheng faction, and Meng Gang of the Kunlun faction.

Everyone was about to kill in, suddenly, "squeak", the voice was melodious and long, like a dying old man's ugly coughing sound, and then, the door opened, and within the threshold, jumped out of the big man, dressed in uniform, wearing knives around his waist, led by Jiao Cangis.

Jiao Cang slowly walked into the crowd, looking at everyone with a smile, everyone saw Jiao Cang is smug appearance, and remembered the news that their head was trapped here, and their hearts were unhappy, and their anger was displayed above their faces, but hidden under the sword.

"I waited for this time to come, I came to ask for someone, I hope that the Lingdao faction will raise its noble hand, let go of the heads of each faction, and don't complain about the world's martial arts, and I hope that Your Excellency will quickly inform the head of the Ling, just say that Wudang's Qingxu and several martial arts colleagues came to visit. ”

The person who spoke was none other than the Qingxu Daoist of the Wudang Sect, and I saw that his face was solemn, and he did not have many complicated emotions, and his flattering words were very awkward.

"It turned out to be the head of the Wudang faction, fortunately, Uncle Shi had already expected that all the heroes would come to our sect today, and the special dispatch is here to wait for your great arrival, all heroes, please come with me, please!" Jiao Cang made an intriguing posture, still half-squinting, and said with a smile.

Everyone came to a spacious hall under the guidance of Jiao Cangshi, and when they came to the hall, they saw Xue Ruchen sitting in front of the hall, Quan Zhennan and Ning Zhiyuan standing behind them, and the heads of various factions were also sitting under the hall, but their expressions were indifferent, their eyes were dull, and there was not much brilliance on their faces.

The disciples of all the sects who saw their heads come to the Lingdao Sect to save people were very happy, and the heads of the various sects who were trapped returned to their disciples, and the scene was quite lively.

At this time, Xue Ruchen stood up straight from his seat, with a smile on his face, and said to the people beside him: "Look at the tea!"

As soon as the words fell, several maids in cuiyi came in with teacups, and everyone was surprised, not knowing what Xue Ruchen's intentions were, after serving tea, the maids retreated, Xue Ruchen smiled and groaned, and said: " The head of the family is a guest in our faction, not trapped in my spiritual sect as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, but there is a reckless young man, when he competed with the old man, he was accidentally injured by the old man's palm, after injuring him, the old man was worried, and hurriedly asked the world's famous doctor to treat him, but who knows that the sky is jealous of the talent, just last night this young man died, the old man was heartbroken, and now he will be exchanged with the head of the house, and I hope you will forgive the old man for missing his hand, this person's name is Yi Weiyi, I don't know which sect and what sect of disciple? Does anyone know him? Please stand up, take his body away, bury it properly, and don't be a lonely ghost wandering in the world!"

After speaking, he brushed his sleeves, hid his face, and made a sad attitude. Then, two disciples of the Lingdao sect carried a man into the hall, and the two put the man in the hall.

Seeing a familiar face on the corpse, but there was no blood, like ashes, no different from a dead person, everyone was surprised, it was Yi Weiyi, seeing that Yi Weiyi was dead, the heads of all the sects sighed, and the fear in their hearts was revealed, they never thought that Yi Weiyi, who was strong in martial arts, was not Xue Ruchen's opponent, and died here. In the entire martial arts, Xue Ruchen must be the first in the world, and no one can beat him.

For a while, the crows were silent, no one in the crowd dared to squeak, the atmosphere suddenly became unusually quiet, people walked the tea and cooled, and the end of the song was scattered, this is the desolation of human nature, in the face of the corpse of the person he once admired, the so-called martial arts righteousness, the heroes of the rivers and lakes, a group of theoretical surnames, there is not even one who knows him, how sad this is!

"I know him, he's my brother-in-law. A crisp voice floated out, and although it was soft, word by word, it was very clear and loud.

Everyone looked back, only to see Shi Jia in the crowd, stood up, she focused her eyes on the corpse, Shi Jia caught a glimpse of the person's appearance, it was indeed Yi Weiyi, she held back her grief and said.

"In that case, then it is up to you to take him back and bury him. Xue Ruchen said.

Shi Jia stepped forward to look at Yi Weiyi's body, and motioned to the disciples of the Weiwu Sect around him to carry him away, but was stopped by a voice again.

"Wait!" Shi Jia moved his gaze to the person who spoke, and that person was Xue Ruchen.

"Are you going to break your promise?" Shi Jia asked, his tone firm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"No, it's not, it's okay if you want him to take it away, my personal enmity with him has been eliminated, but the revenge of the Lingdao sect has not been avenged, he stabbed my senior brother Zuo Mingfa with a sword on the top of Lingjue, so that he died tragically on the top of Lingjue, this is a major matter related to my Lingdao faction's enmity, even if I promise to let him go, I'm afraid that the disciples of the Lingdao sect will not agree, how to deal with him, but also to see the opinions of the disciples in the sect." Obviously, he wanted to take the opportunity to establish his authority to deter the various factions of the martial arts.

As soon as Xue Ruchen's words fell, all the disciples standing in the hall shouted in unison: "The revenge of killing the master is not shared with the sky, we will break him into ten thousand pieces!"

Shi Jia stabilized his emotions, looked at Xue Ruchen, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Xue Ruchen thought in his heart that since Yi Weiyi was dead, he seemed narrow-minded to be approaching step by step, and the purpose of showing Yi Weiyi's body to everyone was to deter the martial arts and make them fear of themselves, not to grudge the various sects, so he said: " That's it, Ling Jue stabbed my senior brother with a sword on the top, and now I will return him three palms, so that even if all the grievances are written off, I will no longer mention this period of the past, after receiving my three palms, you can take him away, and please be a witness, I don't know what Miss Shi thinks?"

All the major sects were frightened, their hearts were broken, and they were terrified, and they all echoed: "We are willing to testify!"

"Yes!"

“......”

The united martial arts decency was afraid of Xue Ruchen's martial arts and revealed an ugly state like a plate of loose sand, which really made Shi Jia feel cold and ridiculous, she took a step forward and said loudly: "The dead are great, don't damage his body, I'll take your three palms for him, come on!"

After speaking, Shi Jia's face was fearless, standing in front of everyone, in stark contrast to the trembling martial arts decent people, like a very ironic joke.

Xue Ruchen listened to Shi Jia's words and laughed: "Ha, ha, ha! I really don't know how thick the sky is, okay, okay! Let you take my three palms, then we have to see if you have the life to take him away." ”

Xue Ruchen lifted his luck and sent out a palm, the palm force was strong and powerful, and it hit Shi Jia, Shi Jia was shocked so far away, and fell to the ground, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, like a red flower about to wither.

Shi Jia supported the ground with one hand, reluctantly stood up straight, and struggled to get up, she stood crookedly, like a broken low-hanging flower branch, seeing that she was about to fall down again, she was supported by a person next to her, that person was Shi Jia's personal maid Yuexiang.

Shi Jia stopped her, got out of Yuexiang's support, stood up straight, and said to Xue Ruchen: "There are still two palms." ”

Xue Ruchen saw that his first palm did not kill Shi Jia on the spot, and in front of all the martial arts people, he felt that he was losing face again, so he used all his strength to send out a second palm.

The second palm was stronger than the first palm, almost using up all of Xue Ruchen's internal strength, after Shi Jia received this second palm, she suddenly felt that her eyes were blurred, red blood flowed out of her lips, and her consciousness was extremely weak, she collapsed to the ground, feeling that the people in front of her had become black spots, she tried hard to see the expressions on everyone's faces, but was engulfed in endless darkness.

She felt very sleepy, as if she was about to fall asleep, but there was a strong sense of it, reminding her over and over again that she couldn't sleep, that she needed to stand, in a high-spirited posture, and cast a hot face and cold eyes at people or things she liked or hated.

Shi Jia tried hard to get up on the ground, but he still couldn't stand, Yuexiang, who was standing on the side, stepped forward to help Shi Jia up with tears, Shi Jia opened his eyes and looked at the heads of the various factions of martial arts, those guys who were once invincible, now they are silent, the scene is silent, and no one dares to stand up and say a word!

Shi Jia asked Yuexiang to help him to receive Xue Ruchen's third palm, and Yuexiang didn't agree to it, just hugged Shi Jia and whimpered in a low voice, the room was very quiet, only Yuexiang's miserable cry remained, as if mocking the indifferent gaze of a group of cold-blooded animals.

The strange quiet atmosphere was maintained for a while, and when Xue Ruchen was about to make his third palm, in the hall, only the sound of everyone's breathing and the sad cries of the moon could be heard, and suddenly, a voice floated into the hall from far and near, penetrating everyone's ears and impacting their hearing.

"Please be merciful, he is a disciple of my Hengshan faction. ”

Everyone looked out of the door, the door was pushed open, and dozens of people came in, led by a middle-aged woman, the woman walked in front of everyone and said: "The old woman is Jiang Xinmei, the acting head of the Hengshan faction, and lying in front of you is my Hengshan faction disciple Yi Weiyi, and I will take the third palm!"

It turned out that person was Jiang Xinmei, the closest aunt of Yi Weiyi, the head of the Lingdao faction, Jiang Xinmei walked up to Xue Ruchen and said, "Just ask Mr. Xue to come out with this third palm." ”

Seeing that it was Jiang Xinmei, Xue Ruchen's face sank, and he said awe-inspiringly: "Since this is the case, then it will be offended." ”

Xue Ruchen took out another palm and hit Jiang Xinmei, the palm was strong and powerful, Jiang Xinmei was shocked and took several steps back, only then did she stand firm, Jiang Xinmei took another step forward and said, "Mr. Xue, can we go now?"

Xue Ruchen nodded, Jiang Xinmei ordered the accompanying disciples to go and carry Yi Weiyi, the Lingdao disciples standing on the side wanted to stop it, Xue Ruchen waved his hand lightly, signaling them to get out of the way, and the Lingdao disciples no longer blocked it.

Jiang Xinmei asked the disciples of the Hengshan Sect to carry Yi Weiyi, and the two disciples of the Weiwu Sect helped Shi Jia, who was seriously injured, and left the Lingdao Sect together, leaving behind everyone's indifferent eyes, cold expressions, and numb hearts. (To be continued.) )