Xie Junhe hurriedly pushed the bar and said: "If you don't mention it, you have to mention it, this guy is not clear about his origins, and it is impossible to guard against it!"

Wang Hong said slowly: "When Chu Tiankuo was young, he betrayed his master, slaughtered his fellow clansmen, and was expelled from the Feather Chasing Sword Sect. This is still the matter of the old owner of Chu at that time. Later, he came back once, entangled more than 100 people in the Demon Dao, and vowed to bloody the Feather Sword Sect. In that battle, the Feather Sword Sect suffered heavy losses, and it lost more than a dozen heroes one after another. The consequence of the bloody battle was that this person was abolished by the old owner of Chu, his tendons were broken, and he was left to fend for himself. was originally going to be killed on the spot, but the old owner of Chu was unwilling to betray the name of his own suicide, so he left him a way to live. Up and down the Feather Sword Sect, no one thought he was still alive. Only occasionally when the fate of the betrayer is mentioned, the viciousness of the person is mentioned. ”

"Such a wicked man?" sighed the scholar, "isn't it that we are going to fall for some of his tricks?"

"But if he has other plans, why did he teach me the Ice Trick?" Xie Junhe was even more puzzled, no one could answer him this question. "Bang", he slammed the table, raised his sword, and said, "I'll go find that old monster to settle accounts!"

But as soon as he stepped out of the restaurant, his red face turned white: "Don't move!" In the mournful shout, a huge net fell into the air, instantly enveloping Xie Junhe in the center.

"Can't get along with Lao Tzu? Who is tired of living?" Xie Junhe's scolding could not change the posture of this net becoming tighter and tighter. Before the sword could be unsheathed, the rope was already tightly tightened with flesh. The dark incense hit, and before he could say "no", he was unconscious. Several long knives immediately pressed on.

At the same time, the martial artists who came and went on the road actually brushed their swords out of their sheaths, and quickly detained the scholar and Wang Hong in the restaurant. The cold knife rests on the neck, which is not pleasant. The scholar smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, it would be good to see through this old man's trick earlier!"

Wang Hong shook his head and smiled lightly, and raised his chin towards Yan Hong, the only one who was not controlled: "Not necessarily." Sometimes, acquaintances are far more dangerous than raw people. ”

The scholar said in disbelief: "Yan Hong, is it a trap you laid down?"

"Which way?" Wang Hong shouted.

"It's fate...... "Yan Hong bit her lip sadly, "it's still too late......"

One of the sturdy men stepped forward and gave her a hot slap: "Your life belongs to the master, you remember it for me! What is the use of hiding in the Ning Xiang Pavilion? Do you think the Chu family can cover you?"

"I ......" Yan Hong seemed to want to defend something, but looked at the other three people who were trapped, and finally gave up. She let out a long sigh and smiled softly, "I'll go with you, don't hurt them." ”

"Hey!" the strong man said obscenely with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, "Yan Hong also has a time to ask for help? What do you use to exchange their lives with me? This is the master's prey, and it is worth it!" The greasy hands were already on the fragrant shoulders and caressed gently. The eyes are shining, and it is clear that he can't wait to salivate for beauty.

"Don't touch her!" the scholar exclaimed, but he immediately drank in the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground. The red blood on the stick was shocking.

"With a new look?" the strong man was a little jealous.

Yan Hong shook her shoulders violently, broke free of two steps and said, "You are dreaming!"

The strong man laughed more and more: "I haven't seen it for a long time, and it's still so fierce." Alas, don't you know that I have a preference for this kind of fierceness, which makes men want to conquer. Give you another chance, do you want me to be happy and go back to talk to my master, or wait for my master to poison you?" he took another step forward and reached directly to the collar of Yan Hong.

"Phew!" Yan Hong spat unceremoniously at him.

"Heh!" the strong man laughed instead of being angry, "I'll see how long you can hold out, take it away!"

The yellow sand was long, and the group quickly withdrew along the main road. For a moment, there was only the bright red wine flag facing the sunset, and it was just swaggering. Everything is swept into the dust, no matter who or why this is the puzzle.

Xie Junhe's promise is only ten days left.