When Chen Xinzhu thought of this, he decided to try to see if he could avoid this battle.
If possible, he didn't want to be exposed so early.
Even if it's just a little exposed...
Looking at the middle-aged man in the lead opposite who was holding a nine-ring machete, Chen Xinzhu said calmly.
"My friend, can you please let me leave for my sake?" As he spoke, Chen Xinzhu slowly released part of his own momentum.
Hearing Chen Xinzhu's words, the middle-aged man with purple turban across from him showed disdain.
Is this shabby little boy stupid?
Your face??
What face do you have??
Just when he was about to curse Chen Xinzhu, the middle-aged man suddenly sensed the momentum Chen Xinzhu released.
This is……
The momentum of an acquired warrior!
Feeling the sudden momentum, the middle-aged man of the Purple Turban Thief was also shocked. His face became a little more solemn, and he looked at Chen Xinzhu carefully.
I didn't expect that I was mistaken, but where did such a young second-rate master come from?
Is it from the first-class forces? Or is it from the Huashan Sect??
Also shocked were Wang Yidao and others. They had no idea that this young man with whom they had a great chat could actually be a second-rate master who had reached the acquired realm.
However, despite being shocked, Wang Yidao and others also felt a lot more relieved.
With the help of a second-rate master, they might be able to save their lives.
Thinking of this, they quickly looked at the middle-aged man in the Purple Turban Thief.
To fight this battle or not to fight?
It depends on how this person chooses.
Chen Xinzhu and others were facing each other, and the middle-aged man also weighed it carefully in his mind.
Facing a Hou Tian realm warrior, their advantage is not very obvious.
Once a fight breaks out, his men will definitely lose a lot.
Even he himself suffered some injuries.
Not worth it!
It’s really not worth it!!
There will definitely be other people coming anyway, so there's no point in fighting them here.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man felt a little relieved and just wanted to let Chen Xinzhu and others go.
At this moment.
"Wang Yidao? Wang Yidao! Brother, it's Wang Yidao!!" A thin middle-aged man next to the middle-aged man suddenly pointed at Wang Yidao and shouted excitedly.
However, Chen Xinzhu could hear that the tall and thin man's tone was filled with excitement and more anger.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xinzhu sighed in his heart, trouble.
It was obvious that he had met Wang Yidao's enemy.
The battle is definitely inevitable.
Fortunately, in addition to the swordsmanship of the Huashan School, Chen Xinzhu also learned the sword-drawing technique, as well as a very accomplished basic swordsmanship.
It must be enough to handle this battle.
…
really.
The middle-aged man opposite heard the tall and thin man's words, and his expression suddenly changed.
Happy and angry.
Turning to look at Wang Yidao, the middle-aged man looked carefully and asked the tall and thin man next to him.
“Fourth, are you sure it’s him??”
Hearing this, the tall and thin man known as Lao Si nodded vigorously.
"Brother, I'm sure it's him, King Yu Qing's sword! It was him who killed my nephew in the first place. I will definitely not admit the wrong person!"
Hearing this, Wang Yidao looked at the tall and thin man carefully. He also felt that the tall and thin man looked familiar.
However, before Wang Yidao could think about it, the middle-aged man from the Purple Turban Thief had already looked at him fiercely.
"You're the one who killed my son? I'll scratch you if I don't live!"
Having said this, the middle-aged man from the Purple Turban Thief turned his head to look at Chen Xinzhu, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
"This friend, we Zijin Pirates are giving you a face. This Wang Yidao has a big grudge against me. I can't let him go. As long as you keep him, you can take the others away as you please. What do you think?
?”
After hearing this, Chen Xinzhu knew very well that there was no need to discuss this matter.
Not to mention that he had a very good opinion of Wang Yidao, but he despised this kind of behavior of abandoning his companions.
Naturally he would not agree to this proposal.
The battle is inevitable!
Just then.
Wang Yidao, who was behind Chen Xinzhu, finally spoke after his expression changed several times.
"Are you telling the truth? As long as I stay, others can leave?"
Having said this, Wang Yidao stared closely at the middle-aged man opposite him, trying to see his true inner thoughts.
Hearing this, everyone present was startled.
What is going on?
The middle-aged man came back to his senses and had already guessed Wang Yidao's plan, so he couldn't help but give him a high look.
"You dare to act, I didn't expect you to be a person. If you hadn't killed my son, I would still want to make friends with you."
Having said this, the middle-aged man paused, looked at Wang Yidao and said with a face full of anger.
"I just want to avenge my son now. As long as you stay, others can leave as they please!"
Seeing this scene, Wang Yidao, who had been staring into the eyes of the middle-aged man, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He could tell that the middle-aged man with the purple turban was telling the truth.
Now he just wants to avenge his son.
In addition, with the second-rate master Brother Chen here, this middle-aged man must not want to cause trouble.
In this way, Brother Chen can take the others and leave safely.
Wang Yidao finally did not harm his companions.
"Wang Yu Qing's sword will be upright until his death, and he will live up to his name!" Just when Wang Yida was about to die generously...
Chen Xinzhu spoke.
"Sorry, I don't agree!"
Hearing this, the whole place fell silent again.
The expressions of the three middle-aged men in gray robes behind Wang Yidao changed. They wanted to say something, but they really didn't know how.
Each one of them could only sit there anxiously, with various emotions such as shame, anger, and worry constantly emerging in their hearts... They no longer knew what to do.
Wang Yidao came back to his senses, glanced at Chen Xinzhu with a complex expression, and said with a somewhat happy tone.
"Brother Chen, you don't have to be like this. We have only known each other for a day, and we don't have much friendship at all."
Having said this, Wang Yidao paused and continued in a firm tone.
"What's more, the current situation has become my personal grudge. There is no need for you to get involved, let alone take risks."
Yes, Wang Yidao did not want Chen Xinzhu and others to fall into the same dangerous situation because of his own reasons.
In Wang Yidao's view, once the two sides fight, even with Chen Xinzhu, a second-rate master, there is a high probability that they will be killed by the Purple Turban Bandits.
In this case, it would be better to just let him die alone.
At least it allows others to live.
…
Wang Yidao made such a choice not because he himself was so noble, but because he did not want to give up his inner perseverance.
When he was young, Wang Yidao was rescued by a knight.
After having this experience and feeling, Wang Yidao regarded chivalry and righteousness as his highest pursuit in life.
He can kill villains cleanly and swiftly, but he cannot accept the fate of killing his companions.
This goes against his chivalrous spirit.
This is what Wang Yidao thinks. As a hero, how can he kill his companions?
Thinking of this, Wang Yidao looked at Chen Xinzhu and said firmly.
"Brother Chen, this is my choice. Just take Lao Huang and the others away."
Hearing this, the faces of the three men in gray robes, the old man and Huang were a little complicated, and they felt extremely ashamed.
Lao Huang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it...
Looking at Wang Yidao's firm eyes, Chen Xinzhu nodded slightly.
"I respect your choice..."
Hearing this, Wang Yidao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was about to die, he was still a little happy.
Be upright and have no regrets even if you die...
But at this moment, Chen Xinzhu continued in an extremely firm tone.
"However, I also have my choice."
Having said this, Chen Xinzhu slowly raised the sword to his chest with his left hand.
Looking at the ordinary-looking ten-section long sword in front of him, Chen Xinzhu gently stretched out his right hand and held the hilt tightly.