In front of the tiger-headed chair, there was a man dressed in red, who was staring at a landscape painting behind the tiger-headed chair, with his back to the oil pot, and did not look at the red-clothed men on either side of the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, as if a layer of ice had formed. All the people didn't even dare to breathe.

They didn't seem to be made of wood at all, and they didn't have any sympathy, so they couldn't see the person on the pan or hear the man's cries for help.

The man in red standing in front of the tiger head chair seemed to be waiting for something, and it was as if he was not waiting for anything.

A red-clothed man suddenly ran in outside the Righteous Hall, the red-clothed man was holding a short knife in his hand, he stood at the door very respectfully and bowed his head, and arched his hand: "Report the Black Fire Messenger, the intruder outside the door has been brought by the leader of the Flying Fire Meteor Array." ”

The black fire envoy didn't even look back, and said coldly: "Bring it in!"

As soon as the red-clothed man who delivered the message finished saying the word "yes", Sun Xiang outside the door had already walked into the hall.

The red-clothed men in the hall didn't seem to see anyone coming in at all, and they still maintained their standing position, but the short knives in their hands were tightened. They may be very nervous when someone comes in, or they may be simply scared, and they will kill or be killed at any moment in front of the Flame King.

Whether it is to kill or to be killed, it is not a pleasant thing, but it is better to kill than to be killed.

Sun Xiang walked to the side of the oil pot, and Song Chai and other subordinates behind him slowly dispersed in an orderly manner in the hall in turn.

The hands of those red-clothed people tightly grasped the short knife in their hands, and their eyes did not leave Song Chai's long stick for a moment, as if they had a premonition that tonight, someone would definitely die in the Yuyi Hall.

Song Chai also raised his vigilance, because he didn't see Banbi Mountain, what he saw was Lu Yunlong hanging from the oil pot, and those people in red clothes around him.

Although Song Chai didn't know how those red-clothed people wanted to deal with Lu Yunlong, he understood that those red-clothed people would definitely not have any kindness to him.

Song Chai looked around the hall and said angrily, "I want to see Banbi Mountain." ”

The Flame King didn't reply, and asked coldly, "Who is this person? Why did you swagger into the Righteous Hall? Are you all waste?"

Sun Xiang's voice trembled a little, and he said: "Hui! Hui envoy, this person's name is Song Chai, he is a woodcutter who makes a living by chopping wood, he broke into Banbi Mountain at night in order to ask Banbi Mountain, did he send someone to kill his mother last night?"

The Flame King Da Lu smiled and said, "Just this little thing, do you still need to alarm Banbi Mountain? You just tell her who killed his mother." ”

Sun Xiang understood and said, "Messenger, I'm afraid this is not good?"

The Flame King suddenly turned around, glared at Sun Xiang and said, "What's wrong with this? Why don't you tell Song Chai about the plan last night, so that he can die and understand." ”

The Flame King's face was a red flame-like mask, but the mask was very strange, and the flames on his face were black.

The black flames and the red clothes he was wearing were a stark contrast. His outfit can be said to be extremely ugly, only girls in the world like fiery red clothes, but a large group of men wear fiery red clothes.

Song Chai looked at the Flame King and wanted to vomit. Although he hadn't vomited yet, his stomach was already tumbling as uncomfortable.

Song Chai turned to look at Sun Xiang sideways and said, "What the hell is going on? How did my mother die?"

Sun Xiang said very calmly: "Brother Song, before you finish listening to this story, I hope you can calm down." Because the end of an impulsive person is very tragic. ”

Song Chai had already heard the danger of his situation from Sun Xiang's tone, in fact, he had already thought of the worst outcome before he went up to Bishan. The worst result is nothing more than death, Song Chai is not afraid of death, especially after his mother was killed, he has already made up his mind to die. The purpose of his going up the mountain is to find out who killed his mother, and his ultimate goal is to fight with that wicked man before he dies, and maybe he can also avenge the murder of his mother.

Song Chai held the long stick in his hand tightly, his eyes were full of anger, and said, "I'm very calm." How did my mother die?"

Sun Xiang didn't seem to see Song Chai's anger, and there was sadness in his tone, as if his own mother had been killed, and said, "Brother Song Chai, please be calm." The following story is only told once, so please listen carefully to Brother Song. ”

Song Chai was a little impatient and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Sun Xiang was still very calm, his tone was calm, and he said: "Last night, Zai Xia received an order, saying that there was a woman in a grass hut in the mountains, and she had a Netherworld Sword in her hand, so that Zai Xia could take it back while it was dark. Presumably, Your Excellency knew that the Nether Divine Sword was a sacred relic of our Nether God Sect, and after learning the news, how dare you slack off, so you immediately rushed to the woods, and according to the instructions, you found the thatched house in the woods very smoothly. Zai Xia thought that the person who could seize the Netherworld Divine Sword must be a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, so Zai Xia did not dare to be negligent, so he blew the ecstasy into the room, and when the effect of the medicine arrived, Zai Xia rushed to the house through the window. There was no movement in the room, so he lit the lamp on the table and looked around for the whereabouts of the Nether Sword. But as a result, Zai Xia almost searched the entire house, and after the worst time, Zai Xia still didn't find the Nether Divine Sword. ”

Sun Xiang said how pitiful he seemed to be, and his tears almost flowed, but in Song Chai's ears, every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Song Chai's heart.

Song Chai pointed the stick in his hand at Sun Xiang, and said angrily: "My mother is just an ordinary woman, where does he know what martial arts? She has never seen a sword in her life, how could she steal the Netherworld Sword?"

Sun Xiang seemed to be very uncomfortable, and said: "Brother Song is very right, but he was eager to make meritorious contributions at that time, and he didn't find out the location of the sword in time, and he didn't figure out the truth of the matter, let alone understand the situation of the owner in the house, so he started it later." It's damn down. ”

Song Chai glared angrily and asked, "You killed my mother?"

Sun Xiang seemed to be very aggrieved, and sighed: "Yes, I was confused at the next moment, and I made mistakes again and again, and hung my aunt in the middle of the house. I hope that my aunt can wait for his son to return to her in the underworld. ”

Sun Xiang seemed to be a good person, and after listening to his words, Song Chai lost his voice in pain, slammed the long stick in his hand to the ground, knelt on one knee, and said, "Mother, the child is sorry for you, the child has wronged you." ”

When Sun Xiang stood up from the ground again, his eyes were already red from crying, and the long stick in his hand was held by him as if ten finger prints were about to appear, only the most angry people would behave like this, and only the most wanted to kill people would have such anger.

Song Chai knew that his martial arts were not high, but he still had the determination to fight Sun Xiang with death.

Song Chai had already stood up straight, and he didn't turn his head back, and said, "Make a move!"

Sun Xiang sneered and said, "Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Song Chai said angrily: "You are just a brute. Today, I am desperate to take your life even if I die. ”

Sun Xiang smiled and said, "It's up to you? Although the long stick in your hand is powerful, you can beat the long stick in your hand within ten moves. ”

Song Chai also sneered and said, "You can let all your subordinates go up, otherwise, you will die an ugly death." ”

Sun Xiang glanced at the Fire Yama King, and the Fire Yama King said lightly: "If the envoy's subordinates can't even beat a woodcutter chopping wood, then what does the envoy want you to do?"

Sun Xiang said: "The subordinates must do their best to take down Song Chai." ”

The Fire Yama King sat down in his chair with a smile, his eyes widened, and said, "There are no bad seeds in our Black Fire Emissary. The Fire Yama King looked at Song Chai, "As long as you can kill Sun Xiang, this envoy guarantees that you can leave Banbi Mountain safe and sound." ”

Song Chai didn't seem to believe the words of the Fire Yama King, and said, "What do you say?"

The Fire Yama King said firmly, "Of course. ”

Sun Xiang was about to make a move with Song Chai, when he saw two people walking out next to the Fire Yama King, one person's eyes were covered by a white cloth, and there were some blood stains on the white cloth, and the other person's hands were holding the person, and when he was about to reach the side of the Fire Yama King, the man who was blindfolded by the white cloth said, "Messenger, please think twice." This Song Chai's martial arts were taught by the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and his accompanying stick method was undoubtedly more exquisite than that of the stick monks of Shaolin Temple. When he was at the Wanmei Inn, his unintentional entourage of the Golden Dragon Messenger Chaojiang Dragon couldn't parry, so..."

The Fire Yama King angrily patted the armrest of the chair and said, "Hmph! If the sword of the Mixed River Dragon was really that fast, he would not have been stabbed in the neck by Lu Yunlong." No accompaniment is in our possession, he's just a child's trick. The Fire Yama King glared angrily at the blindfolded man, "Stand down, if this envoy sees you in the future and breaks into the front of this envoy without being informed, this envoy will also destroy your legs." ”

The person who was blindfolded with a white cloth was the owner of Banbi Mountain, Banbi Mountain, who was originally the owner of this righteous hall, but since the Fire Yama King came here, all the main roads on Banbi Mountain were guarded by the Fire Yama King, who received all the gold, silver and jewels from Banbi Mountain, and also robbed more than a dozen beautiful women they kept in the mountain and distributed them to his brothers.

The disciples of Banbi Mountain were also accepted by the Fire Yama King, and now Banbi Mountain, Banbi Mountain only has the right to fart, if he dares to be a little disrespectful to the Fire Yama King, the Fire Yama King will immediately be angry, even those people under the Fire Yama King do not take Banbi Mountain in their eyes, and the person who is holding him with his hand also looks down on Banbi Mountain.

No one wants to serve a man who is crippled.

Half of the mountain wanted to commit suicide, he gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: "Fire Hades, you have to see Hades sooner or later." This is where I'm halfway up the mountain, and you're going to have to fuck off sooner or later. ”

Banbishan couldn't even compare to a fart of the Fire Yama King when he said a word in the hall, so he had to leave in a gloomy manner.

Sun Xiang seemed to have been greatly insulted, he stretched out the short knife in his hand, and looked at Song Chai angrily, like a poisonous snake that would attack at any time.

Song Chai walked to the opposite side of Sun Xiang with a stick, his eyes widened wider than Sun Xiang, and the anger in his heart was even stronger.

If Sun Xiang at this time, the anger in his heart can burn the entire Jieyi Hall, then the anger in Song Chai's heart can simply ignite the entire half of the mountain.

One is angry for his dignity and the other is angry for his mother, these two kinds of anger are different, but their results are much the same.

The angry stick flew up and down around Sun Xiang in the hall, and with each stick, Sun Xiang used full strength, and every stick could abolish Sun Xiang.

Although the short knife in Sun Xiang's hand was fast enough and ruthless enough, he couldn't find a little gap, so he had to fight to protect his vital point and not let the stick take advantage of it.

Unintentionally accompanying the stick, every stick hit seems to sound east, but it is actually a west. This kind of stick method can be said to be vividly played in Song Chai's hands, and Song Chai uses every trick and every point very exquisitely. If it weren't for the infinite anger hidden in Song Chai's heart, he wouldn't have taken this stick method to the extreme anyway.

The martial arts in the world, no matter what kind of martial arts, no matter which move, different people play in different situations, the effect is different, if Song Chai has no resentment in his heart, then today he will not be able to play the unintentional accompanying stick so well, so wonderful.

Sun Xiang's forehead was drenched in sweat, and his short knife seemed to be unable to parry. He had never seen such a powerful offensive, and he had never seen such a deadly fight, he had several chances to cut Song Chai's shoulders and thighs, but he didn't dare to make a move, because Song Chai didn't seem to have any intention of dodging at all, his stick was like an iron rod weighing more than a hundred catties, as long as one move hit Sun Xiang's body, Sun Xiang's people might be beaten to vomit blood.

Sun Xiang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying in the hands of Song Chai, so that he will not be blind if he dies under Jiuquan.

Sun Xiang roared, jumped up on the ground, flew over Song Chai's head, grabbed the rope hanging Lu Yunlong, and used his knife to provoke countless boiling oils in the oil pot.

Those boiling oil on a person's body can burn a person's skin, and although those oil droplets are small, the oil droplets can also burn a person's skin.