Seeing that the true qi in Fei Bin's body was gradually drying up, Hu Chong stopped running the Northern Spiritual Skill, and a dark force shook Fei Bin five or six meters away and slammed him to the ground.

"Uncle Fei!"

The three elite disciples of the Songshan Sect rushed forward and protected Fei Bin behind them. These Songshan disciples looked nervous, their faces were blue, they pulled out their swords to guard against death, and their eyes showed a look of fear.

The Thirteen Taibao of Songshan are famous, and they are all top powerhouses in the rivers and lakes, and they have always been the idols in the minds of the disciples of the Songshan faction, and once made the disciples of the Songshan faction proud.

But what is happening in front of them now is too dreamy, and even makes the three of them feel like they are in a dream, too unreal. The spiritual symbol of the Songshan faction, the top master of the Songshan faction, Fei Bin, the third Taibao great Songyang hand of the mighty rivers and lakes, was unexpectedly sent away by a junior disciple of the Huashan faction like a dead fish, which is too unbelievable.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang also looked at each other, shocked inexplicably, Fei Bin's martial arts realm is the most clear to them, and he is definitely a top-ranked powerhouse among the top masters in the rivers and lakes, but now he was thrown to the ground by Linghu Chongfeng like a dead fish.

Several people present stared at the four shiny, snow-white and clean molars at Ling Hu Chong's feet, and their eyes were about to pop out.

"Ahem, poof!"

The great master of the Songshan faction, Fei Bin, who was still majestic just now, coughed violently, his cheeks were red and swollen, and he slowly stood up with the support of a disciple of the Songshan faction. His expression is complicated, and his shame and horror are intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether he is crying or laughing, which is really a visual contradiction.

"Oh, the big Songyang hand of the Songshan faction is just like that, it's barely okay to pat people on the back and massage something, if it's used to fight, it's too bad. Ling Hu Chong stretched exaggeratedly and mocked loudly.

Fei Bin and several Songshan elite disciples had pale faces and were extremely ugly. Ling Hu Chong's sarcasm seriously stimulated the firm belief in the hearts of several people. But there is no way to refute it, the dignified Songshan faction thirteen Taibao, the fourth person in the Songshan faction, Fei Bin, the big Songyang hand, was shot into a dead fish by a junior of the Huashan faction, and four teeth were missing.

If this matter is to be spread, the Songshan faction will completely become a laughing stock on the rivers and lakes, and others will definitely say that the Songshan faction Fei Bin's martial arts are low, and he can't even beat a junior, and he won't consider that Ling Hu Chong's martial arts are too strong.

Looking at the frightened expressions of Fei Bin and several elite disciples of the Songshan faction, Ling Hu Chong smiled proudly, I know that I am afraid, see that your Songshan faction is still pretending to be forced.

Linghu Chong took a step forward, frightened several people to retreat, and said to the frightened Fei Bin: "Do you know, what I hate the most in this seat is your Songshan faction, a group of arrogant and domineering beasts who detain pots and big hats everywhere. You bastard has done no less bad things to kill people and set fires, and I don't feel any pressure to kill you. ”

"The surname is Fei, do you know why I stopped instead of killing you with my hands?" Ling Hu Chong learned Fei Bin's tone, dragging a long tone, jokingly.

"Linghu Chong, the Wuyue Sword Sect is in the same spirit, and now that you have killed the same sect, the other factions will definitely crusade against your Huashan Sect. Ling Hu Chong's sinister and weird smile made Fei Bin feel creepy, he was terrified, and said softly: "As long as you let me go today, I guarantee that the Songshan faction will not pursue this matter, and the two demons of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang will also be handed over to you to deal with, what do you think?"

Ling Hu Chong smiled noncommittally, this Fei Bin is really shameless, why don't you want to think about the Wuyue Sword Sect when you led people to hunt down Liu Zhengfeng's family. It's light to kill your fellow people, you bastards don't even plan to let go of other people's wives, children and servants, and now you still tell me nonsense about the same hatred and hatred.

It seems that this Fei Bin's brain fell into the pit, and he hasn't woken up yet, but when he started just now, he wanted to kill people and kill his mouth, and now he can't beat it, so he remembered to beg for mercy and surrender, and took out the big hat of the Songshan faction to threaten Ling Hu Chong, who is Ling Hu Chong, how can he put the little Songshan faction in his eyes.

"It's almost time to arrive. ”

Ling Hu Chong muttered to himself in his heart, yesterday he and Yue Buqun did a good job, the Songshan faction obstructed, and Qu Yang's rescue has been calculated, and even Fei Bin will definitely lead someone to chase and kill. And he ordered Hu Chong to rush to Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's hiding place first to protect the two, and he was dragging Fei Bin, so he couldn't let him slip away, and there was still a disciple of the Huashan faction who had a deep blood feud with him.

Although Jihua left Fei Bin to Lau De Nuo and let Lau De Nuo personally kill the enemy and untie a knot in his heart, there was no provision that he could not be taught a lesson first.

Fei Bin's arrogant attitude and that cheap mouth made Ling Hu Chong extremely unhappy, so he used the Northern Shengong to collect his eight-layer internal strength, and rewarded him with two slaps, leaving four snow-white big teeth. It's also a bad breath.

"It's coming!" Ling Hu Chong's divine sense sensed a familiar aura.

Sure enough, after a while, Lauderno, who was dressed in green clothes, appeared in front of everyone with a sharp sword in his hand.

"Senior brother, Uncle Liu is fine. Lauderno walked quickly into Linghu Chong and said hurriedly.

According to the jihua formulated last night, Qu Yang rescued Liu Zhengfeng, and after Fei Bin led people to pursue, Yue Buqun ordered Lao Denuo to chase after him and save Liu Zhengfeng's life. Today's Lau De Nuo has practiced the peerless swordsmanship Dugu Nine Swords' general decision, sword-breaking style, and palm-breaking style to the realm of perfection, just enough to restrain Fei Bin's martial arts, although the realm is not as good as him, but he also has the strength to fight.

"I ordered Hu Chong to do things, what else can go wrong. Uncle Liu and Senior Qu are already safe and sound, and they will be able to recover after a year and a half of recuperation. ”

Ling Hu Chong said, suddenly revealing a mysterious smile, leaning in front of Lau De Nuo and whispering, "Senior Brother also left you a gift......

"You won't be a stranger to that guy who was beaten with a swollen face and became fat, haven't you always wanted to seek revenge from the Songshan faction, and today the senior brother will let you get what you want. The master said, even if you make a move, all the consequences will be borne by my Huashan faction. Ling Hu Chong pointed at Fei Bin, who was embarrassed and angry, and said to Lau Deno in a firm tone.

Lauderno's eyes emitted a terrifying light, since he learned the Dugu Nine Sword martial arts, he never thought about seeking revenge on the beasts of the Songshan faction. It's just that the Songshan faction is powerful, and in order not to affect the division, they forcibly suppressed the hatred in their hearts and barely restrained it. Now, since Senior Brother Ling Hu Chong opened his mouth, he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Lau Denuo stared at Fei Bin, the big Songyang hand of the Songshan Three Taibao, this is the person who led a group of bullies from the Songshan faction to destroy him, and his relatives and friends were killed. I have endured the humiliation to this day, and finally waited for the opportunity. Fei Bin, come on.

(PS: Thank you for the tips of the book friend Crescent Apple, Xingzhi Layman, Indian Ah San → Black, Release the Soul!, and warmly celebrate the little crescent moon becoming the first hall master of this book)