Qian Yiqun used to be rude. Since he was insulted every day by the jail, he has no psychological pressure to turn his mouth into dirty. As the saying goes, those who are close to the ink are in a bad way, and they cannot blame him.

Those who were watching the night were just taking money and did not want to fight with the murderer to make contributions. Seeing Qian Yiqun's face was fierce and had a powerful weapon in his hand, they turned around and ran away, fearing that they would run slow down. The manager was even more frightened and rushed to the mountain to report to his young master.

Qian Yiqun was not afraid of him. He had been militia all the way, and he was holding only hoes and sticks. It was not that easy to pass the Aniu level.

"I'll go see the master," Qian Yiqun said, and was about to jump down, but he stopped and told him, "If someone uses magic, you should not fight hard."

"Don't worry, junior brother, look at your methods." A Niu said confidently.

Qian Yiqun thought he could see that Qian Wei was a "living ghost". He thought he had some skills, but he didn't know how his master taught him through the five words that remained unchanged for thousands of years. He didn't talk much nonsense, jumped off the stone and ran to the hut quickly. From a distance, he saw the door wide open, and the master sat at the door facing outward.

Qian Yiqun stepped forward and bowed: "Master, I've caused trouble for you."

Taoist Mu opened his half-closed eyes, revealing the turbid and yellow beads inside, and smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

"Master, let's avoid it first." Qian Yiqun said.

"you say."

"I said avoid it..."

"Not know." Taoist Mu smiled slightly, his eyes closed slightly again, and a refined gaze faintly emanated.

There is a difference between the wise man's "seemingly foolish" and the true "fool".

The wise man's foolishness must be firm in wisdom, and even if he is not known to the whole world, he will still persist. However, the true fool loses himself and places all hope on others. Qian Yiqun is always willing to believe that Master is a great way of being wise and foolish, but he cannot find evidence. He has only a trace of enlightenment in his heart at this moment.

Qian Yiqun gave a tribute and turned around and stepped out. He knew what the master meant. A man can retreat, but he cannot avoid it. When he should take responsibility, he must take responsibility first. How can he be a turtle with his head?

Back on the rock, Qian Yiqun stood beside Aniu, looking at the slave farmer not far away, and said in his heart: Before the Taoist Master Iron Staff asked me to kill someone, he would ask if this person should be killed. Today, these farmers are just taking money. As long as they don’t step into my side, I will never kill them. The person who killed the Cai couple should be worthy of his life. As for Mr. Wen, I must be the leader, and he will die!

"Junior brother," A Niu suddenly avoided a step, "If you want to kill someone, why are you so angry?"

Qian Yiqun then realized that his upper and lower molars were clenched together, his eyes twitched, and his anger was already thrilling. He took a deep breath and said, "These people killed the Cai couple and even falsely blamed me on my head. I was so angry when I thought about it." He cut off a bamboo branch with flying sword, pulled off the bamboo leaves, and inserted it on his waist to make a backup.

At a moment, a figure slowly walked out of the dark bamboo path.

The man was wearing a narrow-sleeved suit, carrying a three-foot dragon spring sword in his hand. He walked under the stone and asked proudly: "Are you Qian Yiqun?"

"You're your surname Wen?" Qian Yiqun asked back.

"I am like Master Wen, like a candlelight to the bright moon." The man laughed, "I am named Tang, and my name is Zhan. People in the world say that one knife and two cuts."

Qian Yiqun looked at the Longquan sword in his hand and thought to himself: It was obviously a sword, but he said that he had cut off one sword twice. Could it be that the legendary sword was made by using sword techniques?

"Did you kill the Cai couple?" Qian Yiqun asked coldly, tightening his sword.

"You killed it." Tang Zhan smiled with confidence, "If you go with me to see the young master, you may not be willing to pay your life."

Qian Yiqun had already determined that he was the murderer in his heart. He stopped talking nonsense. He pinched the sword-controlling technique in his hand and flew out of the Xihe sword and stabbed him.

Tang Zhan jumped a step, unsheathed the Longquan sword in his hand, and twitched away the sword edge of the Xihe sword, and two groups of spiritual aggregates burst out from the air.

Qian Yiqun knew that he was also a monk, so he did not dare to underestimate the enemy in his heart, so he kept his guard and prevented him from cutting off his spiritual aggregate.

Tang Zhan's body was like a ghost, moving up and down, making it difficult for Qian Yiqun's flying sword to stab.

Qian Yiqun's right sword pointed at the bamboo branch secretly, and his eyes were already staring at the soft spot where Tang Zhan's Adam's apple. He set up the Xihe sword to stab Tang Zhan lower body. If Tang Zhan did not save him, he would turn into a real move.

Tang Zhan naturally had to save him, but he swept the sharp edge of the Xihe Sword with one sword. He heard a sharp sound of wind breaking through the air, and a hidden weapon had already pierced his throat.

Qian Yiqun spat, recalled Xihe Jian, and said, "If you dare to be arrogant in front of you with this method, you should grow your brain in the next life!"

Tang Zhan was very tough, and because the bamboo branch was so slender that it could break through his flesh, it was just a small hole. He pulled out the bamboo branch with one hand, covering his throat with one hand, and his eyes were wide open. Picking flowers and flying leaves were all magical weapons, and this state of superb in the world actually made him encounter it. This hand alone was more shocking than the swordsman in the air.

"His next life is probably far away." A frivolous voice broke into the bamboo forest.

In a blink of an eye, a ball of fire flew out from the darkness and stuck behind Tang Zhan.

Tang Zhan felt a warm feeling all over his body, and the injured area in his throat gradually began to heal, and he was intact in a few breaths.

Qian Yiqun could see clearly that the flying came was not a fire, but a red spiritual light. In this spiritual light, there was a piece of yellow paper with twisted words on it.

symbol!

Qian Yiqun held the Xihe Sword tightly and was fully alert.

"Jump up and fight him." Three more fire talismans flew out from the dark, like a genre, and were accurately hitting Tang Zhan's back.

Tang Zhan picked up the Longquan sword, took two steps under the stone, and his figure was faster and more agile than before. He jumped lightly, jumped up two feet, and stabbed Qian Yiqun with a high sword. He was shocked. Although he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he had never felt as light as a swallow. Now that he jumped so high, he lost his foot. Wouldn't he be slaughtered?

He had troubles, but Qian Yiqun felt that this move was terrifying, and he became more and more energetic and dared not distract himself. He stared at the man and pounced down like a flying eagle, and flew out of the Xihe Sword to fight him.

At this point, Tang Zhan had no time to worry about it. He drew his sword like lightning. There was a jingle sound in the air, and the two swords had already been in line with one breath.

This battlefield is not a one-on-one battle.

"Poke!" A Niu roared, and the iron rod came out and stabbed Tang Zhan in the stomach.

Tang Zhan paused when he heard the voice. In a blink of an eye, the iron rod as big as an egg head had been stabbed, hitting his lower body. The poor baby was curled up, his face full of pain, and the sword in his hand almost fell.

Qian Yiqun felt ache when he saw it, and his compassion was flooding. He couldn't bear it. He flew up and stabbed Tang Zhan's neck, cutting open his carotid artery. A blood arrow shot out, hissing, and hit the bamboo leaves again. The air suddenly filled with blood and the fishy wind rose.

A Niu let out a loud noise, and the iron rod rounded, threw Tang Zhan's body to the ground, slammed the tail of the rod, and smashed a piece of stone chips.

Qian Yiqun took back the Xihe Sword and shouted at the shadow where the talisman paper flew out: "If you have the ability, save him and turn around!" As he spoke, a bamboo branch in his hand had already flew over.

He spoke to suppress the sound of the wind that broke through the sky.
Chapter completed!