"Impossible!" But in just a moment, Wang Xiaofeng put an end to this thought.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaofeng sneered in his heart, but he was filled with admiration: "It turns out that Brother Ding is actually a low-key knight who has just brushed away his clothes and hid his merit and fame. As expected, he has hidden it deeply! Such great achievements, of course we can
I will help you spread the name of chivalry! As for the Blood Sword Ancestor, don’t be afraid, Huguang is protected by Nan Si Qi, so as long as he dares to come, he can’t even think about going back!”
Di Yun was about to refuse, but suddenly thought: "If I don't admit it, wouldn't I admit that I am afraid of the Blood Knife Ancestor? It's okay to admit that I am timid, but in this way, it seems that Nan Siqi is not as good as the Blood Knife Ancestor.
I have offended four heroes for no reason... I'm just curious, why does Wang Xiaofeng insist on me taking the credit?"
Di Yun recalled the details of when he saw Baoxiang and suddenly realized: "That's right. In order to make a name for themselves, the Blood Knife Sect sent out a group of evil monks. Now they are causing a huge commotion in the Huguang area, committing crimes indiscriminately, and bringing down the underworld in the Central Plains.
All the people in the martial arts world have been offended. The martial arts heroes have launched a public outrage and are trying to kill everyone in the Blood Knife Sect. However, there is not even a trace of the Blood Knife Sect. If things go on like this, it will definitely have a negative impact on the morale of the heroes. If someone kills the Blood Knife Sect,
A person like this can definitely boost the morale of the heroes. But since Brother Ding is dead, he must not be so convincing, so he wants me to take the credit."
"It's just that in this way, I became the target of the Blood Knife Sect. Where did I offend him, and he wants to put me on the fire?"
However, Di Yun underestimated Wang Xiaofeng.
Just when Di Yun was thinking, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly raised his riding whip!
"cousin!"
"Master Ciao, what are you doing?"
But Wang Xiaofeng's riding crop whipped down from mid-air with a swishing sound.
Di Yun never expected that Wang Xiaofeng would hit him as soon as he asked.
In fact, Di Yun's martial arts talent has never been low, but his adaptability is really poor, and he was actually slapped in the face by the opponent!
In an instant, a ferocious whip mark appeared on Di Yun's face, from the left corner of his forehead through the bridge of his nose to the right corner of his forehead.
Di Yun was shocked and angry, and asked: "You...why did you hit me?"
However, Wang Xiaofeng actually sneered: "You're still pretending to me!"
He immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, straightened it and stabbed Di Yun!
How did Di Yun know that Wang Xiaofeng had never thought of letting him, Di Yun, be the young hero who killed the Blood Sword Monk and boosted the morale of the Huguang community?
Because the Blood Knife Monk has died together with the Lifeless Knight, it means there is no evidence of death. Since there is no evidence of death, why couldn't it be me, Wang Xiaofeng, who killed the Blood Knife Monk?
Of course Wang Xiaofeng knew that Di Yun was not a blood sword monk. How could there be a blood sword monk with such bad martial arts?
But does it matter whether Di Yun is a Blood Sword Monk? Who asked you to wear the Blood Sword Monk’s robe?
In a sudden thought, the desire to become a hero overwhelmed the sense of justice to distinguish right from wrong, and Wang Xiaofeng made his own choice.
Di Yun originally wanted to explain, but when he saw Wang Xiaofeng's sword about to stab his chest, Ye Wei's voice came to his mind inexplicably: "If they want to kill me, I will kill them. Is there any problem?"
As if a certain valve in his heart had been opened, Di Yun actually laughed: "Haha! No problem! If you want to kill me, I will kill you!"
Inexplicably, the kung fu in the secret book that had been taken away by Ye Wei and read by Di Yun started to work spontaneously, and Di Yun's body twisted into a strange arc the moment the sword struck him.
The scimitar at his waist was unsheathed, and Di Yun suddenly pressed against the ground, stepping on the mud like a spider on the water, and scurried under Wang Xiaofeng's horse's legs!
"Blood knife! He is really a blood knife perverted monk!" Shui Sheng and Shui Fu's eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Di Yun at this moment!
"Cousin, be careful!" Shui Sheng was shocked. She actually admired Wang Xiaofeng for no reason in her heart! It turned out that her cousin had already seen through everything!
"This monk is cunning and cunning. Fortunately, the young master is mature and prudent!" Shui Fu also narrowed his eyes, obviously having mistook Di Yun for a blood-sword monk who was good at disguise.
Wang Xiaofeng was overjoyed: "I thought I would have to explain to my cousin, 'Don't let it go if you kill me wrongly', but I didn't expect that it turned out to be the Blood Sword Monk! I deserve this great achievement!"
Di Yun's sudden outburst still brought a lot of trouble to Wang Xiaofeng.
Di Yun's body turned wildly, instantly cutting off the five legs of Wang Xiaofeng's horse.
In an instant, the horse's blood spurted out, soaking into the monk's robe, making the bloody knife pattern on Di Yun's skirt even more scarlet and terrifying.
"How brave!" Upon seeing this, Shui Sheng, who was filled with righteous indignation because he was deceived, quickly raised his riding whip and stepped forward to help Wang Xiaofeng.
Unexpectedly, a pool of mud next to him came first and rushed in front of Shui Sheng!
Image or cousin’s fate?
Shui Sheng didn't even think about it. He jumped up from the horse on the spot and avoided the mud. He turned around and saw the shirtless man standing in the water with his lower body in the water, holding a book of paintings in one hand and covering his bare buttocks.
The villain's book, the other hand was still holding something under the water, smiling at himself.
"What are you doing?" Shui Sheng looked at Ye Wei, feeling a chill in her heart, and said angrily, "Could it be that you are also a blood sword monk?"
Ye Wei smiled and said: "I want to ask you if you want golden carp. Golden carp all appear in pairs. If one dies, there is another one!"
"Are you telling me about the Golden Carp now?" Shui Sheng rolled his eyes in anger, "Didn't you see the Blood Knife Monk?"
"What does the Blood Knife Monk have to do with me? I'm just a fisherman, and of course I care about the golden carp!" Ye Wei's hand under the water suddenly came out of the water, and it turned out to be a golden carp.
"Golden carp! How did you do that?" Although Wang Xiaofeng and Di Yun fought fiercely, the appearance of the golden carp still made Shui Sheng exclaim.
Shui Fu on the side looked embarrassed and muttered to himself: "This old man has heard of this strange fishing method. Could it be that this is the way to catch golden carp?"
How did Shui Fu know that this golden carp had extremely thin monster blood? Even though Ye Wei had lost all his cultivation, the dragon vein was still in his body.
How can a carp not want to jump over the dragon gate?
Naturally, Ye Wei would not tell Shui Fu this truth, and the other party only thought that his straight hook bait was salty and had special attraction to golden carps.
Shui Sheng suddenly remembered the scene when the evil wind blew, and his face turned red to his ears: "You..."
"Dirty monk!" Shui Sheng's whip was like a long snake, hitting the water with a snap!
Only Di Yun, who had fought to the bitter end with Wang Xiaofeng, was grateful to Ye Wei.
Di Yun was not a fool, he just had no one to teach him. He could learn and apply what Ding Dian taught him with just a little thought. This big man whose name he didn't know seemed completely out of character, but he was clearly helping him in every aspect.
"No matter what thoughts he had, Di Yun has remembered this kindness." Di Yun felt a warm feeling in his heart, feeling that being framed by a shameless "young talent" like Wang Xiaofeng was nothing.