Chapter 137 The fourth cart puller
“Why do I want girls to like me?”
“Don’t you like girls?”
“Those who want money don’t like me. ”
“How could you do this?”
"I'm used to it."
"This is a brothel!"
"I know."
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Miss Yan'er is a little worried. Not only are people proud, cold, and highly skilled in martial arts, they are also stingy and boring.
"Miss Yan'er, serve the wine!"
Not far away, three young men holding weapons came from downstairs. They were all strong, with slightly protruding temples. At first glance, they were masters of martial arts. !
Miss Yan'er obviously recognized a few of the people. She hurriedly greeted them and narrowed her eyes: "Hey, it's the three heroes Fu Liu Dao, Hao Fang Ke and Ru Yun Long. Which gust of wind will bring you to death? Blow? "< br>
“It’s you, the coquettish one who can smell it from ten miles away, and the hot wind, who has one hundred thousand taels of silver and three books of superior martial arts!”
The three of them laughed. They sat down separately in the teasing room.
"Serve the wine!"
Miss Yan'er asked the waiter to bring the wine flask, and filled it for the three of them considerately, with bright eyes: "Excellent martial arts skills? Are they real or fake?"
Ru Yunlong smiled and said: "How can I lie to you?"
In Miss Yan'er's heart As soon as he moved, he said with a sweet smile: "Where did you get it? The best martial arts skills are worth more than ten thousand gold? Could it be brought by the strong wind?"
Fu Liudao said lightly: "Is it possible that Miss Yan'er doesn't know the magic gun? The pursuit of the Shanzhuang, Du Family and Duanyang Tower?”
Miss Yan'er blinked her big eyes: "How could a prostitute from the Nu family know about such terrible things? Who is so unlucky that he is wanted by three families?"
Hao Fangke laughed and explained like a teacher. : "This man's name is Xin Zhuo. He is a cunning and treacherous mountain bandit. It is said that he is good at poisoning. In the past, he deceived Mr. Zhao and others, and later he poisoned Mr. Tang, Mr. Du and Xue Huaiwei!"
“That’s it!” Miss Yan’er asked: “Will he pass by here?”
Fu Liudao said: “This is what the old man calculated, and I spent five hundred taels of silver to buy it. "I'm afraid it's true!"
Miss Yan'er blinked: "Since this person is so powerful and all three of Mr. Tang have been poisoned, why do you three dare to come? The slave family doesn't look down on you. I’m just worried that the three of you are in danger.”
"Hahaha..." Hao Fangke laughed, "You don't know something. It is said that the little thief is only sixteen or seventeen years old. How high is his martial arts level? He is just a master of poison. We have prepared seventeen kinds of The antidote should be somewhat certain!”
Miss Yan’er nodded: “The so-called wealth is gained through danger, the three heroes are really thoughtful people.”
The three of them are serious. Wanting to laugh some more, a cold voice came from not far away: "This person belongs to me! You can leave now!"
The three of them and Miss Yan'er looked at each other.
It was Yan Kuzong who was sitting by the window. Although he was talking, his eyes were still staring at the official road outside the window, and he seemed not to take the three of them seriously.
The three of Fu Liu Dao looked at each other and couldn't help but look grim: "Your Majesty, are you afraid of the strong wind and your tongue flashing?"
"Canglang——"
Yan Kuozong's sword has been unsheathed. The word "Li Feng" is engraved on the snow-white blade.
The expressions of Fu Liu Dao and the other three people couldn't help but change. They immediately stood up and saluted respectfully: "It turns out to be Li Feng Swordsman Yan Cuizong. Please forgive me for my poor eyesight! Forgive me!"
Li Feng Swordsman Yan Chuzong is thirty-one years old. He entered the sixth-level realm last year. His sword skills are unpredictable and well-known. He is definitely not comparable to lower-seventh-level warriors like them.
Yan Chuzong didn't reply when he heard the words. He seemed to have regarded these people as nothing, and his eyes were still looking at Guandao. In fact, his eyes had never moved even half a minute.
At this moment, on the official road, three people pulled a wooden "slip" slowly forward.
His cold eyes lit up slightly, and he disappeared in a flash.
He is indeed a master, what a beautiful Qinggong master.
The three people from Fuliudao and Miss Yaner looked at each other, picked up the swords, and immediately ran to the window to look down. Then, they froze on the spot, their faces blank - only Li Feng Dao was seen. Ke Yan scolded Zong and suddenly lay down on his back with his hair all messed up.
Of course he didn't fall by himself. He had a sword, a gun and a sledgehammer on him.
The four of them looked at each other again and saw a hint of panic in each other's eyes. They quickly returned to their seats as if nothing had happened.
Yan Kuozong was lying on the solid stone street, his whole body aching. Pedestrians around him stayed away and looked at him in horror.
His head was a little confused and his heart was slightly blocked. He was somewhat sure, but he didn't expect that Xue Huaiwei and the others would take action against him.
One against three in the same realm, he is certainly no match.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Xue Huaiwei and the others, his face still cold, as if he was the winner. He didn’t mean to do this, he was just used to it:
"Why? You were beaten Xin Thief is under control?"
"We are actually saving you!" Tang Shize still held the sword, but his expression was very strange.
“Save me?” Yan Kuizong frowned.
Xue Huaiwei nodded and said: "That's right! We didn't do anything to save you, and you are already a corpse now!"
Yan Kuozong finally looked at the young man sitting on the wooden "sliding boat" behind him. After looking at it carefully, he couldn't tell the level of martial arts. He shook his head and said: "I don't understand this statement!" Try!”
Yan Chuzongzhen jumped up and grabbed the knife he had thrown aside. Just as he was about to touch the handle, a stone suddenly flew over and accurately broke his knife. The right little finger.
He forgot about the pain and looked at Xin Zhuo in horror. He naturally saw a faint trace of cyan wood attribute Qi in the air, and his body began to tremble violently.
Tang Shi then suppressed his laughter and asked: "Death, or pulling a cart?"
Yan Cunzong picked up the knife again after a while, but this time he inserted the scabbard and said coldly: "I'll fight I have loved pulling carts since I was a child!”
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“Creak, creak…”
The wooden “slip” stayed in Fengma Town for half an hour, purchasing I bought enough food for the journey and then continued on the road.
It's just that the original three people pulling the cart became four.
Night falls, and the suburbs are dark. Xue Huaiwei and Tang Shi are holding torches in front, so they can see the road clearly.
"How many masters have accepted the killing orders from Jianghu now?"
Tang Shize asked Yan Cuizong curiously, without deliberately suppressing his voice. After all, he was already a prisoner. Did Xin Zhuo hear it? It doesn't matter if you hear it.
Yan Shuzong turned around and nodded to please, and then thought for a moment: "I alone know of Mr. Gu, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Ge San, Shaolin Master Xingchi, Wudang Ke Qinge and so on. Many people!”
"The ancient man? The second-fifth-level, Guqi old man from Gujiabao who is good at calculations?" Xue Huaiwei was finally moved.
Yan Kuozong nodded: "Yes! To be honest, I and others know your whereabouts, and you all bought them from the old man."
Du Jiunian asked : "Why doesn't he come by himself?"
Yan Kunzong thought for a while and said: "Maybe he wants others to explore Xin...the truth of the king first."
Keep silent. Xin Zhuo, who was listening quietly, suddenly asked: "How many people are there in the realm of Master Gu? What is the highest realm?"
Yan Chuzong turned around and replied seriously: "The ancient master is in the fifth-level realm. There are not many such people. There are probably three or four. No matter how high the realm is, there are probably no fifth-level masters.
Because the one hundred thousand taels of silver and three sets of high-grade martial arts from the three families of Shenqiang Villa can only impress martial artists below the fifth level at most, and the masters will not care."
Xin Zhuo nodded, that's the truth, on the way. We have tested the opinions of Xue Huaiwei and the others. The three families of Shenqiang Villa do not have a master of the Junior Grandmaster Realm, with the highest combat power of level 5, so what they can offer is limited.
He asked: "Where are the people from Shenqian Villa, Du Family and Duanyang Tower?"
Xue Huaiwei and the other three immediately looked at their noses, noses and hearts, and pricked up their ears.
Yan Chuzong was stunned: "Something seems to have happened to the three families. It is said that they gathered in Duanyang Tower to discuss, and they ignored it after issuing the killing order."
(End of Chapter)