They are the horse bandits from Yingchou Valley!
Zhikarizhen's eyes glanced at the bald braided hair of the horse bandits, and with a slight chill in his heart, he quietly walked around the main door and approached the noisy crowd of onlookers on the other side.
"Wang Mazi!" A voice came from a distance. Hong Lianxue's powdery face was full of authority, and her eyebrows were raised. She rushed out in a hurry, her beautiful eyes glared from side to side, and her slender finger pointed directly at the leader of the bandit, "You are a murderer with a thousand swords."
You are so talented and brave, you dare to come to my territory and run wild? If you don’t tell me now, I will never be done with you!"
"It's not over yet? You have to play even if you don't have to!" Wang Mazi stood high on his horse and made a vicious sound. He was short in stature and looked like a dwarf, but his voice was as loud as a bell and full of energy. His bandits on horseback screamed and laughed obscenely and made noises with knives.
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"Oh, it turns out that you, Wang Mazi, didn't eat leopard gallbladder, but took tiger whip to get aroused!" Hong Lianxue thrust her left hand into her small waist and smiled hotly, "But it's not enough? Just rely on it.
You can’t even find the gadgets under your three-inch penis in your crotch. You still want to play with me? Play with ants drilling holes?"
The onlookers all around burst into laughter, and some nefarious person shouted: "I can't find the eggs, but there are a lot of pockmarks!"
Everyone burst into laughter again. Wang Mazi’s old face turned red, and the pockmarks on his face were raised, as if he was about to bleed.
"Look, that thing is not congested, but the pockmarks on the face are congested!" "Wonderful! As the saying goes, sand gathers to form a tower. These hundreds of pockmarks stacked up long enough can be as big as that thing." "
Isn’t that an embroidery needle?” The crowd kept saying obscene words, not to help Hong Lianxue, but to deliberately fan the flames and provoke a vicious fight between the two sides.
Wang Mazi was so angry that he flew into a rage, brandished his sword and yelled: "Shut the hell up! Whoever farts again, I will skin him alive!" The sword, weighing hundreds of kilograms, whirled in the air, the wind howled, flying sand and rocks,
The turbulent waves of air forced everyone to retreat.
"Who's farting? And it's farting so loudly?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded, and Zhikuri Zhen followed the sound. On the roof diagonally opposite Yihong Courtyard, a man in Tsing Yi yawned and sat up, wiping out the feces in his eyes.
, pop up at will.
He is about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a rather handsome appearance. His long black hair is stained with mud and tied into a ponytail with a vine, and his chin reveals a light blue beard. There is a loose hair on his belt.
The iron sword with an unsheathed handle is stained with rust and looks like it will break if you bend it.
Wang Mazi looked up at the man, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and forced a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Liu."
"You are disturbing people's dreams." Young Master Liu stretched out his body, and Shi Shiran jumped off the roof. Zhi Qingzhen stared at his swinging rusty sword, and the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada sensed a hint of danger.
"Young Master Liu, what are you going to do?" Wang Mazi felt a chill in his heart as he watched Young Master Liu approaching step by step, and shouted sternly, holding the sword high above his head. The Thousand Miles Black Leopard horse under his crotch was restless, raising its neck.
Make a loud "hiss" sound.
"Of course I'm visiting the brothels and drinking flower wine." Mr. Liu glanced sideways at Wang Mazi and kept moving. His eyes were dark and bright, but his expression was very lazy. It was as if he saw a dog walking in the sun.
Tiger, walking slowly towards Yihongyuan.
The horse bandits looked at Wang Mazi in panic. The latter was frozen on his horse, with veins pulsing on his forehead, and sticky sweat oozing from the palm holding the handle of the knife. The man named Liu was a frequent visitor to Yihong Courtyard, and he thought he would stand up for Hong Lianxue.
This man has excellent swordsmanship and is said to come from a Taoist sect. If he resists forcefully, he will probably not be able to get a favor. But if he shrinks in front of everyone, his reputation will be completely over. His subordinates will never obey him again, not even Yingchou Gou.
The territory cannot be saved.
"Wang Mazi, you are getting less and less courageous as you live. This is a sheep slaughtering market. Even if the king of heaven comes, you must obey the rules!" A thin man in blood-clothed clothes appeared on the street, with long and narrow eyebrows, pale complexion, and caged hands.
In my sleeves, I walked over slowly.
"Brother Cui makes sense! Anyone who breaks the rules will be against the four bosses!" Wang Mazi was overjoyed when he heard this. Cui Zhihuan is a well-known murderer in Zaiyangji. His methods are ruthless and he kills people like hemp. Do it yourself.
After a few transactions, we have developed a bit of friendship.
Cui Zhihuan walked straight towards Mr. Liu, who turned around and raised his eyelids casually: "When did the rising star of the Blood River Sect, Third Young Master Cui from the Qinghe Family of Great Yan, start to follow the rules?"
"Blood River Sect!" The crowd became distraught and dispersed in panic, leaving an empty path. Even Wang Mazi was frightened, Cui Zhihuan turned out to be the devil of the Blood River Sect!
The Blood River Sect is one of the six major demon sects in Yunhuang. The Blood Shadow Dharma is extremely vicious and evil. It specializes in absorbing human essence, blood and vitality to nourish itself. A hundred years ago, the leader of the Blood River Sect, Jie Canmu, used the Blood Shadow Dharma and transformed into the Son of Blood God.
Suck thousands of soldiers alive in a county in Dachu.
Cui Zhihuan smiled coldly at Mr. Liu at the end of the empty road: "This is neither the Liu family of Dachu in Xishu nor the Tiankun Snow Mountain of Jianzong. Naturally, there are rules. Liu Lingfeng, Mr. Liu, am I right?"
Everyone was in an uproar again, and Wang Mazi was dumbfounded. Mr. Liu had been in the Sheep Slaughter Fair for ten years, sleeping and drinking all day long, looking for flowers and asking Liu, who thought he had such a big background?
Zhi Shouzhen's eyes flashed. The Liu family of Xishu and the Cui family of Qinghe were both famous families with thousands of years of history. The Jian sect ranked third among the ten great sects of Chu. The Blood River sect was second only to the Tianmo sect, which was the first of the demon sects.
, both sides work for Da Chu and Dayan respectively. Liu Lingfeng and Cui Zhihuan have been lurking in the Sheep Collection for many years, and there must be something hidden. Now that the two have openly broken up with each other, could it be that the old enemies of Da Chu and Dayan are going to war?
Among the onlookers, there were many people with twinkling eyes and sneaking away. If Chu and Yan start a war, the Jin Dynasty will inevitably be involved. By then, all parties in the Eight Wildernesses will be ready to make a move, and the Taoist Sect and the Demonic Sect will usher in a fierce collision!
"If it's useful to follow the rules, why do you need fists?" Liu Lingfeng said lazily, licking his fingers at Cui Zhihuan, "Come on, let me see how much better brother Cui's blood demon hands are compared to ten years ago?"
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A sneer appeared at the corner of Cui Zhihuan's mouth. When he was about to approach Liu Lingfeng, his steps suddenly stopped. The bloody clothes on his body bulged and rolled up and down, as if turning into a surging river of blood, making a roaring sound and exuding a strong thorn.
The smell of blood in the nose.
Liu Lingfeng also remained motionless, and the rusty sword tied to his waist suddenly swayed in the absence of wind, swaying lightly back and forth, like a wicker fluttering in the wind, and the silent sword energy swayed out in strands.
The two sides faced each other with their eyes locked, and neither of them made the first move. Zhikarizhen secretly sensed with the eight-winged golden cicada that both of them had reached the peak of refining qi and restoring the spirit. At this moment, they were interlocked with their spiritual power. Once the other party showed a flaw, they would use thunderous force.
Click.
Everyone looked at them for a while, but they still didn't move, and they couldn't help but feel bored. Wang Mazi froze on the spot, looked at his horse bandits, and then looked at Cui Zhihuan. Although this demon of the Blood River Sect was targeting Liu Lingfeng, he did it for him.
He supported him, but if he backed down, the devil would definitely feel that he had lost face and would not let him go. He gritted his teeth and said: "Hong Lianxue, I am not someone who just looks for trouble. Call Fat Tiger out,
How about I ask you a few questions and then turn around and leave?"
Hong Lianxue was shocked. Could it be that this boy Fat Tiger was in trouble? But her face showed no expression: "What nonsense you have, you will tell me the same thing!"
Wang Mazi said sternly: "Pang Hu, together with outsiders, killed my brother and broke the rules of the sheep slaughtering market!"
"Ouch, what a bad mouth with red lips and white teeth!" Hong Lianxue sneered, "Wang Mazi, you just want to blackmail me by telling this nonsense? I know that you recently lost at the Golden Gou Gambling House.
You have a lot of money and money is tight. Why don't you sell the Taoist elixir you have hidden away? I'll definitely be able to pay it back!"
Wang Mazi was stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of pairs of hidden and greedy eyes from the crowd. He suddenly realized it and shouted angrily: "I have a damn elixir! Hong Lianxue, you fucking spit on people, beat them up!"
Hong Lianxue smiled, her eyes moving: "Your subordinate got drunk at my place once, and his secret was leaked!"
A group of horse bandits couldn't help spying on each other. Wang Mazi's eyes were splitting as he saw Hong Lianxue making up random things and making them serious. He roared anxiously: "Last night, a dozen of my brothers disappeared near the sheep slaughtering market. Only one of them disappeared."
Several bloody old horses ran back to the stockade. I found out very clearly that at that time, only Fat Hu and an outsider entered the sheep slaughtering market, and the outsider ended up going to your Yihongyuan..."
When Zhi Shouzhen heard this, he quietly withdrew from the crowd, turned a corner, walked to the outer wall of the back door of Yihong Courtyard, used Gecko Wall Movement, climbed over silently, and found Fat Tiger in the kitchen of the courtyard.<
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He was lying on the haystack next to the stove and was taking a nap. His snoring was like thunder, and he was completely unaware of the commotion outside.
Zhi Shou woke him up. Fat Hu opened his sleepy eyes and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "It's you, little fat sheep." He hurriedly took out an oil paper bag from the haystack and smelled it reluctantly.
He reluctantly handed it to Zhikarizhen, "Look, I promised to treat you to braised chicken legs!"
Zhi Shouzhen took it casually and whispered: "Take me to Yingchou Valley."