Although the battle in the lake was short, the noise was very disturbing, and all the residents along the lake were awakened. Many people from the rivers and lakes jumped into the air to try to find out what secret happened. Hu Xiaotian did not want to meet with irrelevant people, and stripped his hands of clothes to put them on, searched the copper coins and silver notes they brought, drove the boat to the dock, and left.

It was late at night and the street was empty. A storm of anger was lifted under the eaves, swinging slightly, reflecting the four big words "Murong Medicine Shop". Occasionally, a wild cat moan sounded faintly, adding a little coldness. Suddenly, a ghostly figure flashed, climbed over the courtyard wall and fell into the backyard of Murong's family. The man was masked in black, looked vigilant, and carefully touched an outside of a room, stretched his finger and flicked the window sill several times. The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and the window opened, and the masked person squirted into the room...

Hu Xiaotian quietly lay on the roof, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. The Murong family really had a collusion with Wanfo Sect! He judged that the girl in red had suffered serious internal injuries. Once she sneaked back to a safe place, she would definitely try to treat her injuries. Looking at Suizhou City, which medicine shop provides elixirs that are better than the Murong family? If they have no connections, they can buy and sell clearly. Such a sneaky and sneaky meeting means there is a ghost in their hearts. But they never dreamed that he had come here to ambush in advance and took all the movements and stills.

After a cup of tea, the masked man flew out of the window and exited the backyard along the way.

Hu Xiaotian waited for her to walk for more than a hundred steps away before she jumped up gently and hung behind her. The masked man was extremely cautious, walking and stopping, and suddenly looked back from time to time. But her eyesight was too far from Hu Xiaotian, and she could not find anything unusual. She walked snakely and rattled through several alleys, and walked around the back door of an ordinary house. She pushed the door open and entered.

Hu Xiaotian was very surprised to see this. The sewage in this area was steep and smelly. Moreover, the houses were all made of grass and trees, and the air was leaking from all sides. It was hard to believe that the so-called "saint" would be willing to hide in such a dirty place. Could it be that there was a secret room dug underground, and the house was just for people to hide? He took a sip of his true energy and floated over the wall. He fell silently in the shadows in the corners of the wall.

This house is very ordinary, it is a small courtyard with debris on both sides. There are two small rooms opposite the door. One should be a bedroom for living and resting, and the other is a kitchen for cooking. Both houses are dark and have not lit up the lights. As soon as Hu Xiaotian landed on the ground, he smelled a faint smell of blood. After a closer look, there was a pool of dirty blood in front of the kitchen door, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly. Did he think about it?

I heard someone in the bedroom talking in a low voice, and one of them said, "Saint. Why don't we meet with Zhang Shiba and others, and insist on invisible here? It's dirty and broken. It really insults the identity of the Saint." The other coughed softly and said, "Qinghe, the enemy, Rao Zhang Shiba and the others, don't kill him. It's not that he has compassion, but that he has the intention of catching a big fish for a long line, and he will definitely be invisible and follow him. How can I be fooled? It's okay if I don't show up, but if I show up,

Their death date is coming! Anyway, I only stay here for one night. Although the conditions are worse, the better is safety. Just bear with it." Na Qinghe said in surprise: "Ma Guardian and Master Hongzhen are dead. Are you still going to the Iron Gate Wharf?" The saint smiled bitterly and said, "This is a task I received in front of the Holy Son, how can I not go? Besides, that matter is related to the future rise and fall of this sect, and it is absolutely impossible to lose it! I asked you to deliver the urgent letter from Manager Murong.

, Can he agree to send it?" Na Qinghe said, "Shopkeeper Murong saw the token of the saint and had agreed to use the flying pigeon to send the message immediately." The saint sighed, "I hope it's still time!" His voice changed, and he said ruthlessly: "It's all because of the damn Xiucai who destroyed our plan. When I invite the saint general to the saint, he will definitely teach him that he will die without a burial place!" Na Qinghe said tremblingly: "Saint, who is the sacred Xiucai of Hu? He is so terrifying.

Fishy, ​​it’s not like a mortal." The saint said slowly, "I saw that he was domineering, fierce and fierce, with a boundless murderous aura. Ten of them were the rising stars of the Demon Sect. Hongyuan was not enough to defeat things, but actually provoked the Demon Sect master, which made me misjudgment. He deserved to die!" Qinghe sighed lightly, "If I had known that Hu Xiucai was so thrusting, we wouldn’t provoke him, and we would have completed the task first." The saint gritted his teeth and said, "How can I take medicine for regret in the world?"

Hu Xiaotian originally wanted to kill into the house and capture the other party, but when they heard that there was something else in their conversation, they moved slightly and decided to wait and see the changes. Obviously, Wanfo Sect and his party came to Suizhou with another important task. The plan was just a temporary idea. As a result, the man's calculation was not as good as the heaven's calculation. The elite soldiers and generals were completely lost overnight and fell into a dilemma of no one available. Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but wonder what rare treasures Wanfo Sect wanted to get were related to the rise and fall of a sect? He really had no good impression of this evil sect. If he had the opportunity to take away the treasures they wanted and would make them unable to recover, wouldn't it be happy!

The saint cursed a few more times and said in a deep voice: "Qinghe, go out and protect me. I am going to start healing my wounds." Qinghe said: "Yes!" His steps sounded lightly and moved towards the door.

Hu Xiaotian redirected his body and turned over to the courtyard next to the other side. He stood silent for a while, and could no longer hear any noise next door. Fang Shen pulled away without knowing it.

In the north of Suizhou City, there is an iron gate wharf that has ten miles up the river, which is the only place to pass to Kaifeng waterway. The weather is clear and cloudless, and the sun is exposed to the sun, and the heat is unstoppable. After the hard work in the early morning, most of the porters received the reward and went home. A few people also got into the simple tavern on the dock, making a fist and making loud noises. Hu Xiaotian arrived at the dock early in the morning, first turned around casually, and then picked a remote tavern, asking the store to deliver wine and food, pour it on and drink it, and looked out the door from time to time.

As noon approached, a tightly covered carriage drove onto the dock. It was probably the sun was fierce, so it ran to the shade of the tree to stop. When the curtain of the car was lifted, a pretty girl about sixteen or seventeen years old with a pair of buns jumped out of the carriage. Her eyes were agile, wearing a blue shirt, and a pair of mandarin duck knives crossed behind her back. She glanced at the empty dock a few times before turning to look at the river where the boat was coming and going.

After more than half an hour, suddenly, the sound of hooves and thunder sounded. From far to near, a team of knights rode their horses and rushed towards each other. Each of them was equipped with two horses, and they were covered in dust. It was obviously a starry night. Seeing the team of people running onto the dock, the girl in green was excited and raised her hand and greeted, "Mr. Murong, we are here!"

The knight in the head was tall, handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was a handsome handsome man. He raised his hand to signal his companion to slow down the horse speed. He left the team and flew off the horse without waiting for the horse to stand up. He smiled at the girl in green and said, "Qinghe, can your lady be in the car?" Qinghe smiled and said playfully, "Young Master is here, can my lady still fly away?" A shy and angry scolding came from the carriage: "Qinghe. Don't talk nonsense!" The young master Murong laughed, walked to the window, and whispered to the woman in the car through the curtain. The guards who were walking with him dismounted several feet away, dispersing into a loose formation. The carriage surrounded the middle.

Hu Xiaotian looked at the twelve guards who were alert and looking around, all of whom were brave and brave, with agile and cold eyes. They all showed murderous aura on their bodies, and they were experts who had experienced cruel fighting. Judging from their outfits, four of them thought they were Fusang samurai. Their foreheads were bare and shiny, their heads were tied, their hair was tied behind their heads, and they were short. There were two swords with long and short knives inserted between their waists. The other three should be Goryeo swordsmen, who wore wide-brimmed high hats, their tops were short, their lower trousers were long and fat, and their behavior was cold and arrogant. The other five were wearing green clothes, and there was nothing special about them. The so-called glimpse of the leopard can be seen. The Murong family recruited a large number of foreign masters as guards, which clearly seized the opportunity of changing dynasties and cultivated huge forces overseas, which should not be underestimated.

Hu Xiaotian thought of it lightning. This saint summoned Mr. Murong overnight with a letter of help. It was really charming! Both a disciple of the Murong family, Murong Qingtian was fascinated by Li Xuan'er, and was eventually captured. Life was worse than death. I wonder if Mr. Murong would have a better outcome? However, with so many masters accompanying him to guard him, it means that his identity is far higher than Murong Qingtian. As long as the saint was not too stupid, he would maintain a good relationship with each other.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the river surface, and shouting and cursing came from afar. Two black-peng Clippers were sailing along the highway, regardless of the order of the ship, forcibly catching up with the small boat or roaming between the big boats, which immediately aroused the public indignation of the boatmen. Qinghe was excited and shouted softly: "Miss, they are here!" The red shadow flashed, and the saint in red-clothed masked with a transparent gauze jumped out of the curtain, looked at the chasing Clippers coldly, frowned, and said to Mr. Murong beside him: "Brother Murong, indeed, there is an enemy who is following my friend. I will help you later!" Mr. Murong smiled and said, "Sister Honglian, your business is mine, why bother so distracted? Don't worry, my guards are not vegetarians!"

As the closer we approached Suizhou City, the more ships the ships were, the first to flee, was forced to slow down the speed, and the other speedboat chasing behind was approaching. The two ships were still more than twenty meters apart, and almost at the same time, someone jumped out of the cabin, and the bows were set at the end of the station, shooting at the same time, the feather arrows broke through the air, and arrows came and went, and people were injured and screamed.

This time, the boatmen nearby were all shocked, and screams came one after another. Those who could avoid could avoid could avoid the river bank. Those who could not avoid had to stop the boat simply to avoid entering the battle circle.

When the distance was shortened to more than ten feet, the pursuers located behind showed two special short crossbows. Mars erupted, and they shot out crossbow arrows tied with gunpowder! The arrows fell, the fire flashed and wood chips flew, causing the clutch in front to be riddled with holes. The rudder and mast were broken, and they could not move immediately. As the fireworks filled, several figures flashed out from the cabin, using light skills, like a big bird soaring into the air, jumping towards a grain cargo ship not far away.

Hu Xiaotian had sharp eyes, and saw one of them clearly from afar, and said in a lost voice: "How could it be him?" It turned out that the person who was surrounded by six or seven good players was Lei Haoyun, the representative of the young generation of the Lei family!

Lei Haoyun was defeated by the war front in front of the world's heroes, vomiting blood and fainting, and became a laughing stock in the world. He gave up on himself and lived a heavy life. He did not want to be moved by Xu Yilang's words, and secretly had a relationship with Qinglong. After a few months, Lei Haoyun's face became three more ruthless and vicious, and his martial arts seemed to have improved a lot. He still seemed to be at ease across the river several feet wide in one step. Could it be that the treasure that Wanfo Sect wants to receive is related to him?

Hu Xiaotian was shocked. According to this calculation, isn’t the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect a secret branch of the Qinglong Association? No wonder the saint mentioned the saint’s charity general yesterday, which clearly refers to the four great generals of the Qinglong Association! In this way, the Murong family was also attracted by the Qinglong Association. I wonder what the final result of the Five Clan Alliance? Don’t be the Murong family that became the leader!

But he heard a roar: "Strange beast, where are you going? Stop me quickly!" The red shadow flashed. A big man holding a long sword jumped to the bow of the ship, his eyes were blood red, and his murderous aura soared into the sky. It was Lei Hongjun, the brother of the head of the Lei family. Lei Hao's face was as cold as iron. It seemed that he had never heard the roar of his uncle. He and his companions each took off a board and jumped to the river. When the casting was about to end, he trembled his hand and threw the board, sank his foot a little, leveraged his force and jumped onto the dock. Lei Hongjun was furious and commanded the clutch to change the line immediately and chased him reluctantly.

As soon as Lei Haoyun and others rushed to the dock, the Red Lotus Saint, and Mr. Murong had led people to the scene. As soon as the two sides met, the Red Lotus Saint honestly and unceremoniously stretched out his white and tender little hand: "Mr. Lei. As agreed, please give me the things!" Lei Haoyun said coldly: "You guys will deal with the people who are chasing me first!" The young master Murong was furious: "How brave, how dare you snatch the Red Lotus?!" His right palm bent into tiger claws and buckled towards Lei Haoyun's clavicle. Lei Haoyun sneered: "You are that again

"Genneng?" The left hand turned into a knife and slammed the opponent's grasping move. Mr. Murong turned into an eagle claw. He took the opponent's vein gate. Unexpectedly, Lei Haoyun responded quickly, his elbows slightly shrank, and his fingertips were like hooks. He pecked at his tiger's mouth. The Red Lotus Saint screamed: "Stop!" He raised his hand and waved his move, forcing Lei Haoyun to retreat half a step. He said angrily: "How can he fight in the enemy when he is in front of him?" Mr. Murong and Lei Haoyun looked at each other. At the same time, he snorted and turned around and ignored each other.

At this moment, the speeding speeding ship had sailed to the shore, but when the wind sounded, the Lei Hong Army jumped over with more than 20 good men, and shouted in the air: "Lei Family Fort chased the rebellious children, and those who blocked the way died!"

The Holy Maiden Honglian said anxiously: "Brother Murong!"

Mr. Murong raised his eyebrows and ordered coldly: "Kill!" As soon as he finished speaking, the guards were unsheathed, rolled up countless cold lights, and rushed towards the Lei family.

Ding! Dang! The two men and horses collided violently, Mars splattered, blood spurted, and the broken limbs flew across the sky and screamed earth. The Lei Hong Army split the Fusang warrior blocking the road with a knife, like a mad lion rushing toward Lei Haoyun straight: "A villain, I want to implement the family law today!"

How could Lei Haoyun sit and wait for death? He drew his sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Help me kill this person!" The blade spread out and walked away. The light of the knife was astonished as a poisonous snake, fierce and feminine, which was very different from the Lei family's sword technique. Although he had never named him, the Saint of Red Lotus jumped to the sky without thinking, and the silver light shot out and the sword pierced. The young master Murong hesitated for a moment, and a sharp finger wind came first, stabbing the ring jump hole on the left leg of Lei Hongjun. The three young masters made moves at the same time, and when the strong wind came, sand and stones were flying.

Lei Hongjun was furious and said in surprise: "It's the Murong family's penetrating cloud finger?!" He sank his left palm, sealing the key acupoint on his side, and his right hand kept stabbing the knife, sweeping away the sword energy, causing Lei Haoyun and the Holy Red Lotus to return in vain. His body condensed and glared at Mr. Murong and said: "Who are you Murong Bufan? Don't you know the alliance between the five clans? Lei Family Fort arrests traitors, and you don't help with your Murong clan, and dodge it immediately for Lei!"

Mr. Murong said proudly: "I am Murong Gao! What qualifications do you have to command me?"

Lei Hongjun heard the screams around him, and he was anxious and said angrily: "Even if you are Murong Bufan's illegitimate son, I will kill you if you don't let go!" With a wave of the long sword, he still slashed at Lei Haoyun, and the sword's energy rolled, without any mercy.

Murong Gao was exposed in public, his handsome face turned red and almost bleeding. His martial arts skills were far superior to his brothers and sisters, but his biological mother was a brothel prostitute, not recognized by the Murong family, so he could not be included in the genealogy, nor could he represent the Murong family to attend a grand event in the martial arts world. He could only live silently under the shadow of his father and was ridiculed by his brothers of the same clan since he was a child. Murong Gao hated others about this matter the most in his life, let alone the Holy Maiden of Red Lotus was by his side! His murderous intent was ignited, his hand trembled, and a silver spear flew out.

Lei Hongjun was a peer figure with Lei Hongtao, Murong Bufan, Mo Hufeng and other peers, and a famous swordsman in the world. Even if Lei Haoyun and the Holy Maiden of Honglian joined forces, he was killed step by step by step by step. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Boy Murong, are you really tired of living?" He slashed his sword and hit the dart, trying to knock it away.

Unexpectedly, the blade hit, and the silver shuttle suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of serrated blades as thin as willow leaves, shooting at him in a swarm, which was extremely vicious. "Tang Sect hidden weapon!" Lei Hongjun exclaimed in a flash. Unexpectedly, what was shot was the top hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. He caught him off guard for a while, and the long sword spiraled and leaped back. The soles of his feet were exerted with force. But he saw the silver light, the sword curtain was like a wall, and the jingling sound was as dense as pearls. The silver light dissipated, Lei Hongjun groaned, and dozens of sharp blades were inserted all over his body, blood was spewing out, which looked extremely terrifying.

Murong Gao used the secret Tang Sect hidden weapon. He expected that his opponent would be injured in the morning. He pointed out the gap with his fingers through the clouds. He made several sounds. Lei Hongjun's right shoulder and right arm was penetrated by finger force, and his long sword fell to the ground with his hands clanging.

At this moment, the sword light flashed, bringing a bloody red color. But seeing the blood gushing in Lei Hongjun's throat and his throat was roaring. He stared at the swordsman who was as cold as a demon in front of him, showing a sad and sad expression. His body shook and he fell to the sky.
Chapter completed!