Along the way, I feel like fish and water are in harmony.

Only then did he believe that the group of robbers who robbed the caravan that day were non-city bandits, but just rat shit in the soup pot.

When approaching Qinglong Mountain, a larger head is here to welcome it.

This place is already the core sphere of influence of the Yifanzhai. At present, Datou has only brought a few confidants.

"Kidnapped! What's going on? So many brothers have gone, why have you come back to these guys?"

The second head of the army, Liu Junshan, was riding on a red horse with an axe around his waist and frowned and looked at the group of people in front of him.

And his problems also made Qian Guaizi's face dim.

The lame bandit who made the big sword said a few words to Liu Junshan in a low voice, and the little leader under his command said to the big boss in anger:

"This is all good things done by our village's 'good guests'!

Those brothers did not die in the battle with the dog thieves in the Southern Dynasty, but died at the hands of the 'our own people'. It's really unfair!"

"Say less!"

Lang Mutou, who was more meticulous, rode on the horse. The tall and thin leader kicked the little leader hard and scolded him a few times.

The little leader looked aggrieved, but he had no choice.

When Liu Junshan, the "Living King of Hell" learned about the incident, his expression on his face was naturally not good.

The bearded man was riding a horse and approaching Xiao Tie and his group. His tone was extremely cold, and he said:

"Come with me, the boss is waiting for you. Those brothers died innocently... forget it this time."

The second in commander of the Shifei Village said coldly:

"But this face is not for you, it is for my elder brother. If there is such a thing in the future, I, Liu Junshan, will definitely not forgive you!"

"oh."

Xiao Tie is feeling mixed now.

He is not good at speaking, so he naturally won't refute it.

But Qingqing was a little dissatisfied and complained to Shangui's brother a few times. Shangui shook his head and said nothing.

The truth of such a thing is impossible to explain, and it is also hard to explain.

"A hero from the Heluo Gang!"

Liu Junshan rode on the horse and clasped his fists at the boxers behind who were holding the Heluo Gang flag and said:

"There are some things to be done in the near future, so I won't invite you to go up the mountain. I will give you my thanks later. I will also thank you all for helping you this time."

"It's okay, it's okay."

The monk walked out of the carriage. With a gentle expression of a monk on his face, he leaned on a black Buddhist stick, raised his palms to Liu Junshan and performed Buddhist etiquette.

He said:

"The people from the Heluo Gang will naturally not rashly step into the right and wrong villages.

However, I am not a member of the Heluo Gang, I just have some connections, and I am also entrusted by someone to escort the little brother of Zheti.

Can I follow my little brothers and join the village of right and wrong?

After the little brother's family affairs were in peace, I decided to go down the mountain immediately. Can King Liu provide a convenience?"

"Don't call it a king or something. We don't promote this without a village."

Liu Junshan rode on the horse and waved his hand to the Lang Monk. Lang Mutou whispered a few words beside him. Liu Junshan nodded and said to the Lang Monk:

"Since the master is a person whom I trust, he has also held a spiritual comfort ceremony for my brother, so let's go up the mountain with me."

After the group finished their instructions, they took a boat under the escort of their minions, crossed the river and stopped at the pier at the foot of Qinglong Mountain.

"Brother is mighty!"

The tall figure wiped the injured water stain with a handkerchief. The basin of water had been dyed red. He waved his hand and signaled his second brother not to praise him anymore.

There is no need to say much about such a small matter.

Qiu Buping turned around. When he was not holding a spear, his temperament was very similar to a well-educated middle-aged master.

Under the gray-white hair, the eyes with complex meanings passed by everyone and fell accurately on the folded iron.

The iron-cut boy also stared at the tall figure in front of him.

This peerless master who entered the army alone and took the head of the enemy general, traversing among thousands of soldiers, and returned without any injuries...
Chapter completed!