At the junction of Qingxian and Guxian, there were a large number of Broken Knife Hall disciples at the intersection at this time. This time, the person in charge of leading the team was a deputy hall master of the Broken Knife Hall. This deputy hall master is named Hubao, and the people in the rivers and lakes call him "Steel Knife Iron Leopard". It is said that he is a master of qigong, and he pours wind and knife with one hand, which makes him superb. This is not his most powerful place, I heard that he also secretly cultivated a kind of Vajra incorruptible divine skill, and his horizontal kung fu is extremely strong, known as invulnerable.

A few days ago, the Broken Knife Hall counted the disciples in the hall and found that there were five disciples who went to the countryside to collect protection fees. After a while, the high-level leaders of the Broken Knife Hall thought that there were spies who had infiltrated Qingxian and killed their disciples. So, in the past two days, at all the major road intersections in Qingxian County, the Broken Knife Hall has sent master disciples to conduct a strict investigation.

The border intersection between Qinggu and Qinggu counties has always been a place where the two factions have been constantly clashing. A little more than a year ago, there was a major fight between the two factions over turf. At that time, most of the masters of the Iron Sword Alliance were not in the main arena, and they suffered heavy losses in that weapon fight, losing the territory of a township on the border of Guxian County.

After the Broken Sword Hall got that town, it deployed a large number of disciples in that town, and pulled out all the halls that originally belonged to the Iron Sword Alliance. This time, there were spies who infiltrated Qingxian, and on the one hand, they secretly sent a large number of disciples to various places for investigation, and on the other hand, they sent a large number of masters to intercept and investigate on the main transportation routes.

Wu Yan was unkempt, and his face was smeared with the smelly medicinal liquid made by the pharmacist, and he couldn't see his original face. He supported the pharmacist and walked slowly in the direction of the boundary monument of the two counties on the border. He saw that at the boundary monument of the two counties, there were thirty or forty disciples of the Broken Sword Hall who were carrying big knives at their waists at this time. What is particularly striking is a big man sitting on a boundary monument more than two zhang high.

The big man, shirtless, his bronzed skin glowed like metal, and his muscles were as frightening as metal lumps. The big man had red silk wrapped around his head, a nine-ring machete in his arms, a leopard's head and eyes, and cold eyes like a cheetah, staring at the people passing below.

The disciples of the Broken Sword Hall were flaunting the things on a two-horse-drawn carriage. An old man in brocade clothes in his fifties couldn't help but explain something to those disciples with helplessness on his face.

"Stop!" Wu Yan supported the pharmacist sealant, and when he was about to walk to the carriage, the disciple of the Broken Knife Hall who was being interrogated stopped drinking.

The ones who drank them were two Broken Sword Hall disciples, one fat and one thin. The fat man pulled out the long knife on his waist, pointed at the pharmacist, and roared viciously: "Put down everything on your body to Lao Tzu." Stand over there, Lao Tzu has to check carefully. ”

"You guys, what do you want to do? The old man and the apprentice are wandering from village to village, and they have no money on them. The old man has a medical practice certificate issued by the government. The pharmacist deliberately made a look of inwardness and argued.

"Yo, I don't care what you are in or not. In this Qingxian County, even the official master can't control the affairs of our Broken Knife Hall. Old thing, put things down obediently, otherwise, hum!" The thin man next to him also pulled out his knife and threatened.

The pharmacist pretended to be afraid, and reluctantly untied the burden on his back and put it on the ground. Wu Yan also had an indignant look on his face. The baggage on his body was filled with new clothes and shoes that his mother had sewn for him overnight, as well as a lot of food.

However, the pharmacist did it, and he had no choice but to do it.

The two disciples of the Broken Knife Hall, one fat and one thin, smiled proudly, and when they saw Wu Yan put down his burden, the hesitation in his eyes thought that he had money in his baggage, so he used a knife to pick Wu Yan's burden.

Wu Yan was secretly anxious, wondering why the master didn't cough yet, and couldn't help but look at him. Pharmacist Feng was holding a wooden crutch with one hand, and patted him behind his back with the other, signaling him not to come nonsense. His eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the shirtless man on the boundary monument.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this group of disciples of the Broken Sword Hall was not a cause for concern in the eyes of the pharmacist seal, and the only thing to worry about was the big man sitting on the boundary monument.

The pharmacist staggered to the bottom of the boundary monument on a wooden crutch, and sat down against the boundary monument.

"Old immortal, who told you to run there and sit down?" Get out!" a disciple of the Broken Knife Hall shouted angrily at him with a knife.

Pharmacist Feng was on crutches with one hand and waved with the other, "Old man, you're old, and you've had an old problem for many years,...... Ahem, ahem. He suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently, as if he had committed some old problem, and his body was arched like a shrimp, as if he would cough to death at any moment.

The disciple of the Broken Sword Hall who walked towards him with a knife was stunned, and suddenly heard a few abrupt screams in his ears, a black shadow fell on his head, and a loud shout came from above: "Good thief, surround him quickly!"

The disciple of the Broken Knife Hall who was carrying the knife turned back in horror and saw a tragic scene that he could never forget for the rest of his life. Seven or eight corpses, scattered on the ground, in a short moment, already black began to emit a foul smell. The stunned expressions on their faces showed that they had not had time to react when they were attacked.

Their deputy hall master, the "Steel Knife and Iron Leopard", was shouting, carrying the nine-ring machete, and his body was galloping, chasing a faint shadow that was almost indiscible.

Wherever the shadow passed, whether it was an ordinary disciple or an elite disciple, after a flash of blue light, it let out an abrupt scream, and in the blink of an eye, his body turned into a black corpse that emitted a foul smell.

This disciple was frightened and wanted to run away, but suddenly felt a terrible pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw the tip of a sword appear on his chest. The blood on the tip of the sword also turned into jet black.

His consciousness was confused, and then his head tilted, and he couldn't see whose hands he died until death.

The border between Qinggu and Qinggu counties has completely become a Shura slaughterhouse. After a cup of tea, except for the Hubao who was holding the nine-ring machete and trembling with his legs, and the old man in brocade who was shivering under the carriage and waiting for death with his eyes closed, there was no longer a living disciple of the Broken Knife Hall. Lying on the spot, the stenching blackened corpse lay on the ground.

Wu Yan and Pharmacist Feng, one after the other, blocked Hubao's retreat. Hubao is now holding the nine-ring machete, looking sideways at this ghostly figure of the old and the young, and he actually found sadly in his heart that although he is a master of qigong who practices horizontally, but in the face of these two masters with mysterious whereabouts and poisonous weapons, he can't even afford to have the idea of confrontation at all.

Although his horizontal kung fu is strong and can block the stabbing and slashing of ordinary swords, he cannot resist the poison of the poison. What's more, the strange light skills of the two people in front of him made him have no chance to escape at all. He is also a human being, of course he is afraid of death, and he is afraid of death.

When Chang Chang, the machete in Hubao's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt down towards the two of them, kowtowing desperately and begging for mercy: "The two heroes spare their lives, the villain is just a little person who eats in the Broken Knife Hall, the villain has never done anything hurtful to the heavens and reason, beg the two heroes to spare their lives!"

It was the first time for Wu Yan to kill so many people, and he felt a little cruel to be honest, but it was more of an indescribable irritation. The right hand holding the dagger did not tremble at all when he had just killed. Especially when he saw that Hubao, a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes, was so vulnerable in front of him, which made him feel unprecedented excitement.

The pharmacist threw a small porcelain bottle in front of Hubao and glanced at him indifferently, "There is a rotten heart pill in it, you take it." Your little life is indeed of some use to the old man. Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, the old man will give you the antidote regularly every year. If you do well, it is not impossible for the old man to completely detoxify you. ”

Hu Leopard picked up the small porcelain bottle with trembling hands, poured out a vermilion pill from it, looked at the pharmacist with a pale face, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Wu Yan who was standing behind him. He swallowed the pill in one gulp, and with an expression of obedience on his face, he looked at the pharmacist sealant.

"Go and kill everyone in the carriage. "Pharmacist Feng is quite satisfied with Hubao's knowledge, but since someone has seen the whole process, there is no need to leave a living mouth.

Hubao lifted the nine-ring machete, strode towards the carriage, and dragged out several trembling men and women in Chinese clothes from the carriage, and slashed them one by one. The old man in brocade under the carriage couldn't help shaking with fright, and a burst of urine stench emanated from his body. But he didn't hesitate to climb out from under the car, kowtowing to the pharmacist like pounding garlic: "Grandpa Hao Han spares his life, Xiao Lao'er is just the shopkeeper of the county town and the family planning pharmacy in Qingxian County." Xiao Lao'er is willing to take that pill too, I just ask the good man to spare Xiao Lao'er, and Xiao Lao'er will never tell anyone about today's incident!"

Hubao was unmoved. He guessed that the pharmacist Feng left him alive, mostly for his position in the Broken Sword Hall, and he must have wanted him to do something. This must not be leaked to anyone.

Hubao was holding a knife and was about to cut the old man in brocade, but the pharmacist Feng waved his hand to stop him and said, "Slow!"

The old man in brocade was already soaking his clothes with fright, and he didn't dare to raise his head and lay there tremblingly, and when he heard the words of the pharmacist Feng, he seemed to be relieved, "Thank you Grandpa Haohan, the little old man is willing to do anything, just to live!"

Hubao stood beside the brocade-clothed old man, holding the nine-ring machete, waiting for the order of the pharmacist seal. The pharmacist also threw out a porcelain bottle in front of the brocade-clothed old man. The old man in brocade was very interested, hurriedly picked it up, poured out a vermilion pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.

"The old man has limited you to ten days and send a batch of herbs of more than ten years to Gushan Town. Here is a list of herbs to be used. The pharmacist flicked a ball of paper to the brocade-clothed old man. The old man in brocade hurriedly picked it up, respectfully put it into his arms, and then bowed, "Please rest assured that the good man grandfather, the little old man will be delivered on time, and he will never dare to delay!"

"As for you, the old man believes that you will do the following things. Ten days later, you came to Lonely Mountain with him. Pharmacist Feng picked up the burden on the ground, led Wu Yan, who had packed up his things, without looking at the two of them, and went directly in the direction of Gushan Town, calmly.