Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    He is a heroic man, he will not care about a young man, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't hurt a single hair on you."

    As early as when he came here, the bearded man subconsciously thought that Su Yiding was the noble son of which clan.

    Otherwise, who would bring a charming and charming maid on their way?

    What's even more ridiculous is that this noble boy is obviously used to enjoying happiness, and he also carries a rattan chair with him...

    "You are a frequent visitor and you are already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river.

    In the night rain, a soft voice sounded, and a graceful figure came floating.

    She was dressed in green clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her makeup was exquisite and beautiful.

    "What about me?"

    A dry and hoarse voice sounded, and a shadow flashed from the rain curtain in the distance, appearing beside the woman in green clothes.

    The person is thin and short, with sparse hair, an old face, and a hunchback, looking very inconspicuous.

    But in his hands, he was holding a pair of black giant axes that were half his height, standing there, his face full of ridicule and indifference.

    The hunchbacked old man snorted coldly.

    Seeing this scene, Cha Jin felt nervous. She couldn't see through the cultivation of the two at all, but she smelled a dangerous atmosphere.

    She couldn't help looking at Su Yi, but saw the latter sitting in a rattan chair, with her right elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, her chin resting on her palm, and a wine jug in her left hand, sitting lazily There, looking at the bonfire, he seemed to be in a daze.

    The flame was reflected in his deep eyes, flickering on and off.

    In short, he doesn't seem to care about everything that happens outside, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

    However, it is this attitude of extreme laziness and extreme pride that makes Cha Jin's nervousness dissipated and become more at ease.

    This guy kills Nanwenxiang and other grandmasters like killing chickens, and even the Fujian Secret Treasure can't help him, if he is really in danger...

    Not true.

    It is only dangerous when others encounter him.

    Thinking like this, Cha Jin's taut body also relaxed, and she looked at her beautiful eyes not far away, intending to watch the fun.

    "Old rooster, don't be dissatisfied, the frequent visitor's 'Nine Swords of Conquering Demons' is famous in the six counties of Gunzhou, but it is by no means a false name. If I work hard, I have to take it seriously."

    Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

    In the rainy night, a man came again, wearing a Confucian robe and holding a black wooden ruler.

    Seeing this person, the face of the big bearded man suddenly became extremely dignified, his whole body was chilling, and he said coldly:

     "Your master really looks down on me enough to send you this vicious dog."

    The man in the Confucian robe smiled slightly and said, "If Brother Chang agrees, within a month, if you don't set foot in Gunzhou City, I will immediately serve you good wine."

    "Stop talking nonsense, I just promise, I'm afraid you won't believe it, and it's destined to be impossible to give up."

    The big bearded man said coldly.

    The man in the Confucian robe patted his palm in admiration, and said: "Brother Chang really expected things to be like God, but you are wrong, if you lose one of your legs, I can swear to God that I will let you leave alive. !"

    Boom!

    As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

    The audience fell silent. The crowd looked weird.

    Cha Jin almost couldn't help laughing, this is the oath that God doesn't believe this guy?

    The man in the Confucian robe was embarrassed, rubbed his nose, and said, "In this rainy season, it is indeed unfriendly to those who swear."

    The beautiful woman in green clothes holding a paper umbrella whispered: "Mr. Yin, it's already like this, why don't you do it right away and send the frequent visitors to the west?"

    The man in the Confucian robe sighed: "If he really believes that we will let him live, he will show his cowardice and will not be willing to work hard. In this case, It's easy to take care of him, and we don't have to worry about any losses, but I didn't expect that the Thunder in the sky would be so uncooperative..."

    He looked a little depressed.

    The glamorous woman froze for a moment and said, "God doesn't cooperate, as long as we cooperate well, there will be no big loss."

    The hunchbacked old man shook his head, grinned and said, "Extremely."

    There was a slight silence, the bearded man pointed at Su Yi and Cha Jin in the grotto, and stared at the man in the Confucian robe, saying: "Let them go, I will play with you, I promise not to will run away again."

     "Oh, the clay Bodhisattva, who can't protect himself, is still very compassionate, which really makes the slave family look up to him."

    The woman in the green dress smiled and ridiculed.

    The man in the Confucian robe sighed: "What is the calamity falling from the sky? This is, if you really care, it is you who often pass by and let them get involved in this turmoil. If they die, they will only be It can be counted as a frequent visitor to you."

    "You can keep that chick, I like it."

    The lean, short, hunchbacked old man raised his axe and pointed at Cha Jin, smiled and opened his mouth with fiery eyes.

    Cha Jin was going to watch the fun, but when he heard this, he felt disgusted in his heart, how old is this old man, and he is still so lustful, it makes people want to cramp his skin and burn his bones to ashes!

    The big bearded man turned around, showing shame, and said, "You two, it is Chang who is sorry for you. If there is a war later, Chang will try his best to help the two of you find a way out!"

    Cha Jin was stunned for a moment, but this guy was quite open-minded.

    Su Yi was still sitting there, without raising his eyelids when he heard the words, he said indifferently, "If you feel guilty, hurry up and die. As for us, it's up to you to worry about it."

    The frequent passerby stayed, and his cheeks flushed.

    In the distance, the men in Confucian robes couldn't help laughing.

    The beautiful woman in green clothes smiled and said, "Hey, I love listening to this little brother's words, and the slave family is a little reluctant to let him die."

    "Don't be fooled, this kid said that maybe because he wanted us to let him go."

    The hunchbacked old man sneered.

    "Okay, let's clean up the surname Chang first."

    The man in the Confucian robe said, and suddenly waved the black wooden ruler in his hand.

    Boom!

    Martial Master!

    Tea Jin's eyes narrowed.

    It is unbelievable that there are so many masters in this wilderness.

    Clang!

    Frequent passers-by pulled out the giant sword behind him, and the whole person's momentum suddenly changed.

    He slashed.

    Clang!

    In the sound of the collision, the frequent passers-by shouted: "You two, no matter whether you resent Chang Mou or not, Chang Mou's death this time will also make a way for you to survive, please seize the opportunity, Take the opportunity to escape!"

    The voice is still reverberating, he has strode out of the grotto, and the figure hidden like a mountain rushed into the rainstorm, wielding his sword to kill, unparalleled in power.

    Boom!

    Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, reflecting on his tall figure, stern as a god.

      Lightning, domineering.

    However, the man in the Confucian robe is also very good. Although he only holds a wooden ruler, he has the basis for advancing and retreating.

    This is undoubtedly a life-and-death battle for the master, extremely dangerous and terrifying, shaking the sky with heavy rain, and nearby rocks shattering and splashing.

    But soon, the man in the Confucian robe was forced to step back again and again, just because the frequent passerby was a desperate attitude and regarded death as home.

    The man in the Confucian robe doesn't want to be pulled by the other side.

    "Together."

    Boom!

    "They are all masters..."

    Cha Jin sucked in a breath, and almost couldn't believe his eyes.

    In Yunhe County, there are only a few martial arts masters.

    But now, in this rainy night, there are four masters fighting!

    "These guys must be very extraordinary, and they are definitely not ordinary people..."

    Cha Jin secret passage.

    Boom!

    The rain is getting heavier, the thunder is rolling, and the lightning is dancing like a silver snake.

    On the ground, the frequent passers-by played a pair of three, still extremely mighty and unparalleled, and the black giant sword in his hand set off a wave of heavy swords.

      has become extremely dangerous.

    It didn't take long for her to get hurt.

    "Go!"

    In the rainy night, the frequent passers-by roared, cold eyes like electricity.

    He is completely desperate at this moment, and he is actually holding the other three people with only one person's strength!

    Cha Jin couldn't help but look at Su Yi.

    Seeing the latter sitting there, she closed her eyes and rested herself, with no intention of leaving.

    "Confused!"

    The frequent passers-by obviously also noticed that Su Yi and Cha Jin didn't plan to take the opportunity to leave, they were both anxious and angry.

    But there is nothing I can do.

    He was fighting the danger of being injured and dying, so he could barely contain the other party for a moment.

    "What time is it, and you still care about other people's lives and deaths, you are just a frequent visitor!"

    The man in the Confucian robe snorted coldly, and the black wooden ruler in his hand struck like lightning on the black giant sword of frequent passers-by.

    Clang!

    In the earth-shattering collision sound, the black giant sword flew away, and the figure of the frequent passer staggered.

    Before he could dodge, the blood-colored sword in the hands of the woman in the blue dress had pierced his back.

    Pfft!

    A string of blood was brought up, and the flesh was scratched, deep into the bones.

    Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man in the Confucian robe stepped forward and smashed the head of the frequent passer with the wooden ruler in his hand.

    Click!

    Although the frequent passer avoided the key point of the head, he was hit by a wooden ruler on the shoulder, and the shoulder bone broke and collapsed immediately.

    His tall and arrogant figure was smashed to the ground in front of the grotto, splashing the ground.

    It seems that she knows she will die, and the frequent passersby are not afraid, but she can't help sighing, turning her head to look into the grotto with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Just now, why didn't you escape?"

    I have regrets and regrets.

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