It’s the horse bandit in Yingchougou!

Zhi Shouzhen's eyes flashed through the bald braids of the horse bandits, and his heart was slightly slight. He quietly walked around the main entrance and approached the chaotic crowd on the other side.

"Wang Damazi!" A delicate shout came from afar. Hong Lianxue's pink face was full of power, her eyebrows were raised, and she rushed out in a breeze. Her beautiful eyes glared from the left and right, and her delicate jade fingers pointed directly at the leader of the bandit, "You are a pickled man who kills thousands of swords. After eating the courage of the bear heart and leopard, you dare to come to my territory to wield wildness? I won't tell you what you said now, I will never finish with you!"

"It's not over? You have to play even if you don't have to play!" Wang Damazi stood tall on the back of the horse, making a bad voice. He was short and shaped like a dwarf, but his voice was as bright as a bell, full of energy. The horse bandits under his hands all laughed and clamored.

"Oh, it turns out that your Wang Damazi didn't eat the leopard's courage, but got into the spring after eating the tiger whip!" Hong Lianxue put her waist on her left hand and smiled hotly, "But is it useful? Just because of the little things under your three-inch dick, you can't even find them in your crotch. You still want to play with me? Play with ants to drill holes?"

The people watching around burst into laughter, and a troublemaker shouted: "There are so many pockmarks!"

Everyone burst into laughter again. Wang Damazi's old face turned red, and his face was full of pockmarks, as if he was about to drip bleeding.

"Look, that thing is not congested, the pockmark on the face is congested!" "It's wonderful! As the saying goes, sand is gathered into a tower. These hundreds of pockmarks are long enough to match that thing." "Isn't that an embroidery needle?" The crowd kept talking dirty, and it was not that they helped Hong Lianxue, but deliberately fanned the flames and aroused the fierce fighting between the two sides.

Wang Damazi was so angry that he was furious that he waved his sword and roared: "Shut up to me! Whoever farts, I peel him alive!" The slashing sword weighing hundreds of pounds swirled in the air, the wind was howling, sand and stones flew, and the surging waves of air forced everyone backed down one after another.

"Who is farting? It's still so loud?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded. Zhi Shouzhen looked in the sound. On the roof diagonally opposite Yihongyuan, a man in blue sat up while yawning, twisted his eyes and popped out casually.

He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, and he looked quite handsome. His long black hair was stained with mud. He casually tied a ponytail with vines, and his chin showed a pale green stubble. A sheathless iron sword was inserted loosely on his belt, with mottled rust stains, as if he would break it when he was skewed.

Wang Damazi looked up at the man, his mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile out: "It turns out it's Mr. Liu."

"You are disturbing people's dreams." Mr. Liu stretched and jumped off the roof. Zhi Shuzhen stared at his shaking rust sword, and the eight-winged golden cicada noticed a trace of danger.

"Young Master Liu, what are you doing?" Wang Damazi looked at Youth approaching step by step, and felt cold in his heart. He shouted loudly, holding the saber high above his head. The Qianli Xuanbao under his crotch stepped on his hooves and raised his neck and screamed with a "neck".

"Of course I'm going to visit the kiln and drink wine." Mr. Liu glanced at Wang Damazi, and his feet kept on. His eyes were dark and bright, but his expression was very lazy. Zhi Shouzhen seemed to see a tiger walking in the sun, slowly moving towards Yihongyuan.

The bandits looked at Wang Damazi in panic. The latter was froze at the horses, with blue veins on his forehead beating, and the palms holding the hilt of the knife were oozing sticky sweat. The person named Liu was a regular visitor to Yihongyuan, and he wanted to stand up for Hong Lianxue. This person was very skilled in swordsmanship. It is rumored that if he resisted, he would probably not be able to get it. But if he retreated in front of everyone, his reputation for being a vicious person for a lifetime was completely finished, and his subordinates would not obey him anymore, and even the territory of Yingchougou could not be kept.

"Wang Damazi, your courage is getting smaller and smaller. This is the game of slaughtering sheep. Even if the king of heaven comes, you have to obey the rules!" A thin man in blood appeared on the street, with long eyebrows and long eyes, pale skin, and his hands were wrapped in his sleeves, and he walked over slowly.

"Brother Cui's words make sense! Anyone who breaks the rules will be against the four bosses!" Wang Damazi was overjoyed when he heard this. Cui Zhihuan was a famous murderer in slaughtering Yangji. He had ruthless methods and killed people like Ma. He had done several deals with him, so he was a bit of a friendship.

Cui Zhihuan walked straight towards Mr. Liu, who turned around and raised his eyelids casually: "When did the rising star of the Xuehe Sect? Mr. Cui from the Qinghe Family of the Dayan also began to follow the rules?"

"Blood River Sect!" The crowd changed their reputation and dispersed in panic like avoiding snakes and scorpions, flashing out an empty road. Even Wang Damazi was so scared that he shivered. Cui Zhihuan was actually the devil of the Blood River Sect!

The Blood River Sect is one of the six major demon sects in Yunhuang. The Blood Shadow Technique is extremely vicious, evil and vicious. It is specialized in sucking people's essence, blood and vitality and nourishing itself. A hundred years ago, the leader of the Blood River Sect used the Blood Shadow Technique and transformed into the Son of the Blood God, sucking thousands of soldiers in a county town of Da Chu into humans.

Cui Zhihuan smiled coldly at Mr. Liu at the end of the empty road: "This is neither the Liu family in the Western Shu of Great Chu, nor the Tiankun Snow Mountain of the Sword Sect, so we must follow the rules. Mr. Liu Lingfeng, I'm right?"

Everyone was uproar again, and Wang Damazi was stunned when he heard this. Mr. Liu stayed in the sheep slaughtering market for ten years, sleeping and drinking all day long, looking for flowers and asking about willows, who would think that it was so big?

Zhi Shouzhen's eyes flashed. The Liu family in Western Shu and the Cui family in Qinghe were all Wannian families that were eaten by Zhong Ming and Ding. The Sword Sect ranks among the three major Dao Sects of the Great Chu. The Blood River Sect is second only to the Heavenly Demon Sect, which is the first of the Demon Sect. Both sides serve in Da Chu, Da Yan, Liu Lingfeng and Cui Zhihuan lurked and slaughtered Yang Ji for many years, and there must be a hidden story. Now the two are openly breaking up. Could it be that Da Chu and Da Yan, the old enemy, are going to start a war?

Among the onlookers, there were many eyes flashing and sneaking away. If Chu and Yan start a war, the Great Jin will inevitably be involved. By then, all parties in the Eight Desolates are ready to move, and the Taoist sect and the Demon Sect will usher in a fierce collision!

"If it is useful to follow the rules, why do you have to fist?" Liu Lingfeng said lazily and hooked his finger at Cui Zhihuan, "Come on, let me see how much Brother Cui's big blood demon hand has grown ten years ago?"

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A sneer appeared on the corner of Cui Zhihuan's mouth. When he was about to approach Liu Lingfeng, his feet stopped. The bloody clothes on his body bulged up and down, like a surging river of blood rushing, rustling, emitting a strong and pungent smell of blood.

Liu Lingfeng was also motionless. The rusty sword tied with his waist suddenly shook without wind, swaying back and forth lightly, like a willow branch that swayed lightly in the wind, and the silent sword energy spread out in strands.

The eyes of both sides confronted and the momentum was intertwined, and no one had taken action first. Zhi Shouzhen secretly sensed with the eight-winged golden cicada that both of them reached the peak of Qi refining and returned to the top of the gods. At this moment, they used their mental power to lock each other. Once the other party showed a flaw, they would thunder and slam.

Everyone looked at it for a while, but the two still had not moved, and couldn't help feeling very bored. Wang Damazi froze in place, looked at his horse bandit, and looked at Cui Zhihuan. Although the devil of the Blood River Sect was targeting Liu Lingfeng to support him, if he retreated, the devil would definitely feel that he had lost his face and would not let him go. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hong Lianxue, I am not a person who is free to find trouble. Call Fat Tiger out and ask me a few words. I will turn around and leave. How about it?"

Hong Lianxue was shocked. Could it be that Fat Tiger caused trouble? But she didn't show any expression on her face: "What nonsense do you have, it's the same to me!"

Wang Damazi sternly said: "Fat Tiger and outsiders have killed my brothers and broken the rules of slaughtering sheep!"

"Oh, what a stinky mouth with red mouth and white teeth!" Hong Lianxue sneered, "Wang Damazi, you are talking nonsense. Isn't you just want to blackmail me? I know that you have lost a lot of money in the Jinghook Gambling House recently and are in a tight position. Why don't you sell the Taoist elixir you are hiding, and you must still afford it!"

Wang Damazi was stunned for a moment, and saw a pair of obscure and greedy eyes coming from the crowd. He suddenly realized and shouted in anger: "I have a elixir! Hong Lianxue, you are so slandering, and you are turning your head off!"

Hong Lianxue smiled and her eyes were flowing: "Once your subordinate got drunk at my mother and she leaked her foundation!"

A group of horse bandits couldn't help but peek at each other. Wang Damazi's eyes were so bloody that they saw Hong Lianxue making up and saying seriously, "Last night, I had about ten brothers missing near the slaughtering sheep, and only a few bloody old horses ran back to the village. I found out clearly that at that time, only Fat Tiger and an outsider entered the slaughtering sheep, and that outsider finally went to your Yihong Courtyard..."

When Zhi Shouzhen heard this, he quietly left the crowd, turned a corner, turned to the exterior wall of the back door of Yihong Courtyard, used a gecko to travel around the wall, and silently flipped over, and found the fat tiger in the kitchen of the courtyard.

He lay on the haystack beside the stove, taking a nap, snoring like thunder, and he didn't know that there was a big mess outside.

Zhi Shunzhen woke him up. Fat Tiger opened her sleepy eyes and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth: "It's you, little fat sheep." He hurriedly took out an oil paper bag from the haystack, sniffed it reluctantly, and handed it to Zhi Shunzhen with pain, "Look, I promise to invite your braised chicken legs!"

Zhi Shouzhen took it casually and whispered: "Take me to Yingchougou."
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