Sitting up from the coffin was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his mid-forties, with a purple face and a mole the size of a fingernail in the center of his forehead. He had a three-inch beard on his lower chin.
This person is Zheng Meng, the purple-faced star.
Evil Tutuo reported in a low voice: "Master, there is a melee there. There are the Little Thunder God and Li Si's people, as well as many faceless masters, and people from Qianjia City. It is estimated that the Shura Sword is also here. Yu Qing
It hasn’t appeared yet. What should I do now?”
Zheng Meng didn't know where those faceless people came from, but the Shura Sword really made him afraid.
Zheng Meng looked solemn and said: "Since Shura Dao has also come, it seems that we can't stay in this Coffin Town anymore. This is the wrong place, we have to leave quickly."
Zheng Meng came out of the coffin, closed the coffin lid, and then walked to the eighth coffin in the second row.
Zheng Meng knocked twice on the coffin, the lid of the coffin opened, and a young woman came out of the coffin.
The woman looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is small and exquisite, but also slightly plump.
Every place on the body should be plump where it should be plump, and where it should be slim should be slim, all are just right.
The woman's beautiful face gives off a kind, gentle and quiet feeling. Under her long eyelashes are a pair of black gem-like eyes.
His eyes are clear and clean, as if they are not stained by the dust of the world.
The woman is none other than Zheng Yiqiao four years later.
She is twenty-one years old this year.
These days, Zheng Yiqiao and his father are hiding in the coffin in the warehouse.
Badutuo brings food in every day.
Zheng Meng said to his daughter: "Qiao'er, the Shura Sword is here. It's not easy to stay here for a long time. Let's go."
Zheng Yiqiao sighed and said quietly: "Dad, we have been hiding in Tibet for the past four years. When will we end it?"
When he came to avoid disaster, Zheng Meng dismissed the Tianfeng Bureau. From then on, he took his daughter and two cronies to live in hiding in Tibet incognito.
Zheng Meng was also tired of living like this, but he had no choice but to continue hiding for the sake of the picture on his body and the sacred mission.
Zheng Meng didn't know how to answer his daughter. He said helplessly: "Keep hiding."
The three of them came to the door of the warehouse, and Badutuo opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Badutuo was shocked.
The Zheng family's father and daughter were also stunned.
Outside the warehouse door, the lights were brightly lit. There were twenty or thirty people standing there. They were all "faceless men". Several of them held torches in their hands, illuminating the surrounding area.
Standing at the front was a slim woman. To her left stood a dwarf with a masked face, and to her right stood a man wearing a blue mask.
The woman looks very much like Xu Wangsheng back then.
Maybe this is Wangsheng after four years.
The woman is the mistress.
The young master specially disguised himself as Wangsheng in the past just to meet his good sisters from back then.
At that time, among the three female disciples of the River King, Xu Wangsheng and Qiaoer had the best relationship, just like sisters. Because they were both so well-behaved and kind-hearted.
Of course, Wang Sheng's cleverness and kindness are just an act.
Qiaoer's obedience and kindness are her nature.
The young master looked at Qiao'er with a very special and indescribable look, and she said softly: "Qiao'er, I haven't seen you in four years. I'm really happy to see you."
Zheng Yiqiao stared at the little master. She is kind-hearted and still can't figure out why Wangsheng harmed them.
Recalling the sisterhood back then, Zheng Yiqiao's big black eyes were full of resentment and filled with tears.
Zheng Yiqiao said sadly: "Wang Sheng, you deceived us so hard back then. Master treated you so well, and I even treated you as my sister. Why did you want to harm us?"
At this moment, Zheng Yiqiao looked pitiful.
"Qiao'er, there are some things that are hard to explain. But you have to believe one thing, I don't want to harm you." At this point, Xu Wangsheng emphasized again. "You are also the only person I don't want to harm."
Zheng Yiqiao said: "Since you don't want to harm me, then please let me and my father go."
Xu Wangsheng said: "I didn't let them rush in, but waited for you at the door, just to give you and your daughter a chance. Qiao'er, as long as your father hands over that picture, I will take them away immediately. From now on
Finally, if I don’t bother you anymore, you and your father can live in peace."
At this time, people on the outside also spoke.
The green-faced man changed his voice and said to Zheng Meng: "Brother Zheng, those who know the current affairs are heroes. As your friend, I also want to give you a chance. Take out that picture."
Because the green-faced man's voice changed, it was difficult for Zheng Mengzheng to tell who the green-faced man was.
Zheng Meng said resolutely: "Since you are my friend, you know my personality! If you want my life, I have it, but if you want it, I don't have it! Let my daughter go, and I will give my life to you!"
Zheng Qiao'er understood that it would be even harder to escape tonight than to reach heaven. She didn't want to die, let alone let her father die. Qiao'er didn't know what secret was hidden in that picture. She looked at her father with pleading eyes and said: "
Dad, just give it to them. Otherwise we will never be able to live in peace in this life."
Zheng Meng said: "Dad, I'm sorry for you."
After saying that, Zheng Meng's figure rushed towards the little master. Zheng Meng's face also became fierce. The knot on his forehead seemed to be swollen. Zheng Meng's hands were full of energy, and he stretched his fingers to grab the little master.
Zheng Meng practiced Iron Palm Kung Fu.
This grasp is like an iron hook.
Zheng Meng originally wanted to capture the young master and force everyone to submit, but he did not expect that the young master's martial arts skills were even higher than his own.
Just when Zheng Meng was about to catch the little master, the little master disappeared in front of Zheng Meng, and the little master appeared like a butterfly above Zheng Meng.
At the same time, two "butterflies" suddenly appeared in the firelight and flew towards Zheng Meng.
A beautiful butterfly with a soul-catching light.
Zheng Meng had never seen such weird martial arts. Zheng Meng looked up and struck the two "butterflies" with a pair of iron palms. At the same time, Zheng Meng shouted to his daughter, telling her to leave quickly.
Seeing this, Badutuo pushed Zheng Yiqiao into the warehouse.
"Miss, leave quickly!"
At this moment, the green-faced man moved and came towards the warehouse door very quickly.
Edu Tuo roared loudly and slashed at the green-faced man with his sword. The green-faced man avoided Edu Tuo's sword, and the two of them hit each other. The green-faced man's martial arts was much better than that of Edu Tuo, who also relied on his strength and fearlessness for life.
His courage is temporarily entangled with the green-faced man.
At this moment, several faceless men also rushed toward the warehouse door, preparing to enter the warehouse to capture Zheng Yiqiao.
As soon as the first faceless man arrived at the door of the warehouse, a sword light flew out from the door and engulfed the faceless man's chest.
Blood spurted out from the faceless man's chest, and he fell backwards.
Zheng Yiqiao raised his sword in his right hand and swept out of the barn door.
Four years ago, Zheng Yiqiao joined He Wang's sect, hoping to learn superb martial arts to avenge her mother. He Wang taught Zheng Yiqiao a set of "Qingmeng Sword Art" based on Zheng Yiqiao's characteristics.
In the past four years, Zheng Yiqiao has been practicing hard.
Martial arts have also made great progress.
Zheng Yiqiao would never leave his father and run away alone.
Zheng Yiqiao swung his sword, and the shadow of the sword was like a dream, like the moon on water, or flowers in the fog, making it difficult to distinguish the trajectory. The shadow of the sword flew towards the two faceless men in front of him. One of them was good at qinggong and swooped backward to avoid it.
When the sword opened, the other one could not avoid Zheng Yiqiao's sword. He was pierced through the heart by the sword and fell to the ground dead.
Zheng Yiqiao also stood up, preparing to go over and pester the young master so that his father could escape.
The big-headed dwarf clapped his hands, and a figure emerged from among the faceless people. The figure was very fast, and he struck Zheng Yiqiao with the flute in his hand. The faceless man also said in a voice: "Miss Zheng is using the picture from the River King catalogue."
Qingmeng Sword Technique, right? I wasn’t able to learn the Kung Fu of the River King back then, so let’s teach the disciples of the River King a lesson today.”
This faceless master has no idea where he came from, and he has a very loud tone.
At this moment, an angry voice suddenly sounded.
"Who are you? You're not even worthy of carrying the River King's shoes!"