When he saw the familiar figure, Zhou Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sir!" Zhou Yan stood up and bowed and said.
Jiang Heng nodded, without any scruples, and sat on the main seat on his own.
Today he planned to tell Zhou Yan about his next actions. The changes in Cangzhou changed rapidly, and he would even bring Fu Yuehong to the Heihu Hall in secret.
I just fear that something like Canglang Gang would happen.
It is not a good thing that your own forces were suddenly wiped out.
He even asked the Yang brothers to secretly move the people under his command to the west of the city.
And we will break up all our subordinates and gather them only when we need to act. We will be equivalent to ordinary people on weekdays.
Since the leader of this chapter intends to attack the gang, it will definitely not only happen once.
"I'm here today..."
As soon as he spoke, Jiang Heng paused slightly. Zhou Yan, who was beside him, couldn't help but look up when he saw that his elders had not responded for a long time.
But I saw my own adult looking out of the hall with great interest.
Following his eyes, Zhou Yan also moved his eyes over.
But I saw that at some point, a figure stood in the middle of the lobby gate.
When Zhou Yan's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this person for the first time.
This... is... practicing Qi and transforming Gang? Grandmaster!!!
At this moment, Zhou Yan felt like he fell into an ice cave. He glanced at Jiang Heng next to him and then at the mysterious man at the gate, and his mind flew around.
Soon he came to a conclusion and acted according to the opportunity!
Although he was very afraid of his own adult's strength, he did not think that his own adult could be comparable to the rumored master!
"If the limelight is wrong, you must quickly counterattack!"
I made up my mind secretly, and at this time the mysterious master had already come slowly.
This is a middle-aged man wearing a somewhat shabby outfit. His face is messy and he looks like a very vicissitudes of life.
The long hair on the top of his head was tied up randomly with a coarse cloth, and he hugged a sword with his hands.
However, what is incompatible with this outfit is that the sword's scabbard and hilt are extremely new, even the bandages wrapped around the hilt are the same.
The middle-aged swordsman looked around and his eyes finally locked on Jiang Heng and Zhou Yan.
"You are Zhou Yan, the leader of the Black Tiger Hall?" The middle-aged swordsman stared at Jiang Heng on the head and said calmly. He looked arrogant and condescending.
"It's interesting, you are..."
"Submit or be the dead soul under my sword?"
Liu Shizong was too lazy to talk to such a waste. How could a mere third-grade warrior become the leader of a gang?
If Lord Jiang had not urgently needed manpower, such a waste would be destroyed after his internal energy turned into a gyroscope and his sword energy turned into a sword energy.
Zhou Yan, who was standing beside him, stood aside blankly, looked at Jiang Heng's seat, and knew it in his heart.
"I don't want to say it again, dead or alive?"
Seeing the young man in front of him look like he didn't understand, Liu Shizong suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and said word by word.
Jiang Heng was also stunned when he heard this. Who was the second lance who suddenly popped up?
I felt funny and a little unsure.
The Lord sent by Zhang?
But from the previous style of conduct, it seems that I don’t look like this. This general who holds military power is a stern person who likes to kill.
When is it so easy to talk? If you want to take down the Heihu Hall and the entire western forces, why should you send someone to make a fuss?
With the power of the army, Heihu Hall, which is not even as good as a finger of Canglang Gang, shouldn't have let a grandmaster go there on the surface?
For a moment, Jiang Heng was a little unsure of the strange identity of the sword master in front of him.
But Jiang Heng's hesitation made Liu Shizong, who was so angry and impatient, unable to help him anymore.
"If you don't talk, then go to die! The same is true for mere Jianghu forces to replace individuals to control the situation!"
The next moment, Liu Shizong's right middle finger bent and suddenly bounced towards the river.
This is the sword that the disciples of Jiange can use. When you are in the lower third grade, you can use this trick to train your fingers to the sword blade.
The meridian refining realm relies on this move to condense sword energy, referring to swords, so that internal energy can continue to like the characteristic of gathering qi.
The master transforms into Gang, so this move can be used for actual combat. This move is faster than drawing a sword and unsheathed!
Although the power is average, it is enough to cut off any head of anyone below the Grandmaster!
With a flash of sword finger, an invisible sharp sword aura shot away.
Liu Shizong was calm and calm, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He could already see the scene of blood spilling on the spot in his head.
Men learn sword to kill people!
Kill people when refining the meridian state!
The Grandmaster Huagang wants to kill people even more!
When he was a military officer in Liuzhou, he killed many people. Whether it was suppressing bandits or suppressing rebellions, his subordinates never captured prisoners, only dead people!
A breath of time passed in a blink of an eye, and the lobby was silent.
"Brother, who are you?" Jiang Heng said slowly at this time, with no other expression on his face, only asking.
Um?
Looking at the young man who should have died in front of him, a hint of suspicion flashed through Liu Shizong's heart.
"Is it because I just broke through and didn't have enough control over the Gangqi, so I've cut it off?"
Without answering Jiang Heng, Liu Shizong smiled coldly. In order to facilitate the more accurate ejection of the sword finger, he slightly flicked his fingers.
The invisible sword aura shot away again, and even a subtle and pleasant sword sound could be heard in the air.
"You may not answer me, but... you seem to be a little too disregarded to take me seriously, right?"
Jiang Heng waved his hands and looked sharper, and he said in a deep voice.
Liu Shizong was too lazy to respond at all at this time, and he frowned and thought hard.
"There's no reason, I've been off twice in a row? Forget it!"
After thinking about it, Liu Shizong shook his head helplessly and sighed, his expression became solemn, and his entire vicissitudes of life suddenly changed.
The whole person was like a sword with sharp sword intent unsheathed.
"You are just a third-grade martial artist, you are lucky! You are lucky enough to be able to see the master's sword style, which is enough to smile!"
Liu Shizong looked proud and contemptuous, and his eyes looked at Jiang Heng as if he was looking at a chicken or a dog.
However, seeing that Jiang Heng was not moving for a long time, his face still had no change as before.
"Are you scared? That's right..."
Liu Shizong slowly drew his sword and sentenced him to death for the young man in front of him.
The momentum gradually rose, and the sharp sword aura condensed in the black sword body, just like the essence.
Zhou Yan, who was standing beside her, was frightened to see that the good guy could feel his skin was being cut by a sword blade from a distance.
It's obviously not completely cut out.
"One sings the sword! Slash!"
The blade was unsheathed, and as soon as it was unsheathed, it was seen that the blade had been slashed out.
Drawing the sword slowly, but in the end, it was like a silver-white pony that was thrown out in an instant.
The silver-white horse training is only ten feet long, but it is extremely narrow and long, and the sword energy does not overflow and disperse. It can make the skin feel a creepy cutting feeling from a distance.
In less than a blink of an eye, Liu Shizong had already put his sword in the sheath, and his body was slightly tilted and he didn't even look directly in front of him.
clang!
With the crisp sound of the sword blade being sheathed, Liu Shizong turned his head and patted his sleeves, and walked out in a steady pace.
"After singing in one go, there is no living mouth!"