With a crash, the steel knife flew out of Senior Brother Zheng's hand and was nailed into the wall.
The disciples of the Yunmo Sect breathed even more tightly: the sword wind that extinguished the candle flame was obviously not struck by Senior Brother Zheng, but by the bamboo cutter who struck first - this sword was definitely better than any sword he had struck at the Golden Knife Sect.
All faster.
The room fell into darkness, with only the dim light shining from the window. Hong Chen did not turn around from beginning to end, and continued to walk forward. The right hand holding the knife fell back to his side from behind, and his left hand had climbed up to the window sill, about to jump off.
"Don't leave!"
Senior Brother Zheng yelled again and reached out to pull out the steel knife from the wall. However, he felt a pain in his arm from the inside to the outside. He reluctantly grabbed the handle of the knife, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
At this time, the two Yunmo Sect disciples who were very close ran to Hong Chen and drew their swords to block him. Hong Chen swung his sword again, but they involuntarily took a step back to avoid the slashing attack, fearing that the swords in their hands would also be knocked away.
Hong Chen finally jumped down from the window, and the two Yunmo Sect disciples hesitated for a moment before jumping down as well.
Qi Yue ran towards the window and said, "Junior Brother Zheng, please stay here to look after Junior Sister Wang!" As he said that, he led two other Yunmo Sect disciples and jumped out of the window.
Senior Brother Zheng could not pull out the knife nailed to the wall, and he thought that the responsibility of protecting Junior Sister Wang was more important, so he stayed with peace of mind, and turned around and said anxiously: "Senior Zhang, please help!"
"That kid has a relationship with people from the Demon Cult, and I'm also quite interested in him."
Zhang Zichui's hand was still injured, but he took it away from Zha Yugui's palm. Before he could give the order, the Jianghe Gang members had already rushed down the stairs.
Zhang Zi followed and hurried downstairs in small steps. Zha Yugui didn't say anything and followed Zhang Zi step by step.
Ma Sihai shouted: "Master, I'm going too!" But instead of walking up the stairs, he jumped out of the window.
The street is wide, and the shops on both sides have long been closed. There is only one dim sum shop with a light, and the smell of steamed cakes comes from inside.
When Ma Sihai jumped down from the second floor, a gust of wind seemed to come from under his burly body, and he flew several feet away. When he landed, he happened to catch up with Qi Yue and the others.
Bang!
Plop! Plop!
On a stone bridge, the knives in the hands of the two Yunmo Sect disciples who were chasing at the front flew away. Because they jumped into the air and slashed, they were also blown away by the huge force and fell into the ditch under the bridge.
The two men's obstruction was not completely ineffective. Hong Chen was delayed for two breaths, and when he was about to run down the stone bridge, two "squeaking" sounds broke through the air. Ma Sihai and Qi Yue both used light skills to pass over his head and landed at the end of the bridge.
Block the way.
"Little brother, please stay." Ma Sihai tied up his long sleeves and robe hem as he spoke, "Wait a minute, say a few words."
Hong Chen glanced at Ma Sihai, Qi Yue, then looked back at the other people who were approaching him, and said, "I'm too stupid to speak clearly. For many days, people have never listened to me.
Even if you hear it, you probably won’t believe it.”
Qi Yue said: "My junior brothers and sisters are not unreasonable people. They are just inexperienced. Often because they are too anxious to take action, they resort to violence instead of reasoning. If everyone is willing to calm down and speak calmly, that would be the best."
good."
Hong Chen sighed and said, "But I'm so confused now that I don't want to say anything."
At this time, the remaining Yunmo Sect disciples, Jianghe Gang, Zhang Zihui, and Zha Yu returned to the stone bridge. The two Yunmo Sect disciples who had fallen into the water also swam ashore and walked toward the bridge.
Zhang Zi chased him to the front of the group, raised his fists with his hands, and said: "You are so young and your skills are so good. This old man Zhang Zichui is willing to make you a friend."
Hong Chen turned around and said, "Friend? But I'm not familiar with you. Can't we be friends without getting to know each other? It's a bit utilitarian to be friends after seeing others are good at martial arts."
The members of the Jianghe Gang said one after another: "Elder is willing to bend the knot to give you face. Don't toast and eat as a penalty!" "Stop pretending, it's disgusting!" "Elder, this person really doesn't know what's good and what's good.
Teach him a lesson first!"
Zhang Zichui did not feel dissatisfied, and his smile did not diminish at all: "You have a very good personality, and I would like to make friends with you even more. May I ask your name, and who is your master?"
"My surname is Hong and my name is Chen, from Hongliu to Hongliu and from stars to stars." Hong Chen said the exact words he said when he named Ji Cha, and then said, "Master, are you asking me who my master is?"
Zhang Zihui nodded and said yes. Hong Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know Master's name. Maybe he has a name but didn't tell me, or maybe no one gave him a name in the first place. Others just call him 'The Man from the Bamboo House'."
The disciples of the Yunmo Sect became angry when they heard this, and thought to themselves: Didn't you say you had no name before? How come you have a name today? It can be seen that you were lying in the past. You are a liar, so the words you say cannot be believed. Maybe your name
It's also fake and lies from beginning to end.
Zhang Zichui said: "Exalted people often break bamboos to make houses and live a pleasant life. If your martial arts are so high, your master must be a very powerful senior."
Hong Chen shook his head again: "My master is not very good. I saw him being raped and beaten several times by the fish seller. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen."
Zhang Zichui then asked: "Who is the fisherman?"
Hong Chen replied: "Mai Yuqiang is a fisherman."
Zhang Zichui choked for a long time this time before he said the next sentence: "Then who are your companions? And what does they have to do with the Demon Cult?"
Hong Chen said: "His surname is Ji Mingcha, and people in the world call him 'tea picker'."
Zha Yugui said "Ah" and said to himself: "It turns out he is a tea picker, no wonder."
Zhang Zichui turned around and asked, "Doctor Cha, what's the reason?"
Zha Yugui said slowly, "No wonder he ran away so fast."
"Tea pickers specialize in stealing weapons from Yunzhou's weapon catalogue. What was stolen from your house was just a steel-breaking jade spear!"
Zhang Zichui's tone when he said this was a bit sulky.
Zha Yugui asked Hong Chen, "You haven't answered yet what relationship he has with the Demon Cult."
Hong Chen remembered that Ji Cha claimed to be the leader of the Demon Cult, but had promised not to mention it to outsiders, so he asked, "Does he have anything to do with the Demon Cult? I don't know."
"The Netherworld Ghost Palm is a unique teaching of the Demon Sect. You saw it with your own eyes at the Golden Sword Sect that day, and you still dare to say you don't know!" A wet disciple of the Yunmo Sect heard this and couldn't hold back his anger.
, said loudly, "Seniors, don't be deceived by this kid! He talks nonsense, and there is no truth. He seems to be an innocent man, but he hangs out with the demon sect's thieves, and maybe he is also a demon sect's thief!"
Zhang Zichui nodded slowly and his voice became much thicker: "Little friend Hong, if you insist on refusing to tell the truth, I have no choice but to ask you to leave." As he spoke, he stepped forward, seemingly ready to take action.
preparation.
"Why don't you believe me and want me to go with you?" Hong Chen shook his head repeatedly and raised the bamboo knife in his hand, "I won't be stopped by you."
"Then let's see how capable you are!"
Zhang Zichui's voice suddenly increased in volume, and before he could finish a word, his hands turned into claws and grabbed Hong Chen's wrist.
"Senior, be careful!"
The disciples of the Yunmo Sect shouted out reminders one after another. The bamboo cutter once fought Master Song Xiao, the "Yi Po Yun Xiao", in a hundred moves before being defeated due to a broken sword. Although Zhang Zichui is also a martial arts senior who has been famous for many years, he is probably worse than Master Song Xiao.
Quite a bit different.
At this time, Hong Chen sighed and swung his sword. In an instant, Zhang Zichui felt pain in both wrists. He quickly retracted his hand. He looked down and saw a red blood mark on his left and right wrists. His expression suddenly became more serious. He took two steps back and bowed his hands.
: "Thank you for your mercy." He knew that he had been too arrogant and wanted to snatch the knife from the opponent's hand with his flesh palm. If Hong Chen had the intention to hurt others, these hands and wrists would have been separated forever.
"Then I'm leaving."
Hong Chen turned around and started to leave again. At this moment, Zha Yugui suddenly shouted: "You'd better stay!" With one hand, he snatched the long stick from the hands of a member of the Jianghe Gang beside him, and the head of the stick fell like a meteor chasing the moon.
Hong Chen opened the stick head with his side knife, but Zha Yugui did not hold back. The stick head on the other side fell to Hong Chen's waist, but the bamboo cutting knife seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and the blade of the knife blocked the long stick again.
Yu Gui was blocked by two moves in succession, but the speed of his stick did not slow down at all. He struck out more than a dozen sticks one after another, and the sound of the wind was like the howling of tigers and wolves.
Everyone was stunned. The bald doctor, who was still sleepy just now, just took a stick in his hand and turned into a warrior worthy of all men. Zhang Zichui shook his beard: "After many years, he has no kung fu at all.
Low
!" Seeing everyone's expressions, Ma Sihai couldn't help but smile, thinking: "Master's set of 'six-speed sticks' shocked you like this. If you have a spear in hand and uses a set of 'seven-killing spears', you still can't help but smile.