Snowy night, narrow alley.
Seeing Li Muchan and Sun Wuer flying into the wind and snow, many experts in the store could not sit still and stood up one after another, wanting to watch the battle.
One is the descendant of the "Tianji Stick" who acts domineeringly and arrogantly; the other is the most famous, richest, and most frightening figure in the world today.
Looking at Li Muchan's past, it is simply a legend. In just a few years, he has gone from a small role at the mercy of others to today. He has reversed the situation of certain death time and time again, and then moved forward step by step to gain power. It is really incredible.
Moreover, it was too unprepared.
Like bamboo shoots springing up after a spring rain, once they rise, by the time others react, this person turns around and rolls his sleeves, already dominating the world. Who is not surprised?
Although this person's martial arts has not yet reached its peak, his scheming and tactics are undoubtedly rare in this world.
"Let's follow up and see what this ghost master is capable of."
The man in purple went out.
Lu Xiaojia also went out.
Guo Ding, Ding Lingzhong, Ding Linglin, and Ye Kai chased out almost at the same time.
The remaining people also included the three adopted sons of Mr. Wei Ba and two unidentified people.
These two people, one handsome and one ugly, and one dressed in gold and one in silver, are extremely extraordinary.
The Blissful Goddess did not stand up. She glanced at the two of them lightly, and a cunning cold light flashed through her beautiful eyes, as if she could understand the world.
The one on the left has golden clothes and yellow hair, a wide mouth and forehead, a calloused right hand, strong five fingers, sharp eyes, and full of vitality. He should be a master of swordsmanship.
The man on the right is dressed in silver brocade clothes, has two ape arms, and looks like a black python coiled around his waist. The bulging sacs indicate murderous intent. He must be a good whip wielder.
With just one glance, Paradise Goddess recognized that these two people were members of the Demon Cult, and they were both quite troublesome beings.
This reminded her of a saying spread among the demon sect.
Under the leader, in addition to the great elder, there are also several unusual masters.
They are one sword, one whip, one punch, and two swords.
These four people are all disciples that the great elder personally trained in order to assist the leader in opening up new territories. They are first-class masters.
Everyone's strength is extraordinary. Looking at the entire demon sect, they are only lower than the leader and the chief elder, and not even inferior to the deputy leader.
These people were originally able to hold high positions, but who told Li Muchan to appear in the Central Plains martial arts world, and the "Money Gang" reappeared in the world, and several forces were fighting endlessly, which made the great elder see the eastward movement. Good opportunity. Therefore, the old man who originally planned to retire behind the scenes became ambitious again, so he only sent the two weakest men, Tie Yan and Li Muchan, to assist Li Muchan, and hid the remaining three masters.
As for the purpose, it is not difficult to understand. It is nothing more than showing weakness to the enemy and catching them unawares.
But in the current situation, it is very interesting for these two people to appear here.
Of course, the goddess of bliss is not stupid, she is very smart. These two people are here to kill her, or to be more precise, they are to kill Li Muchan and her. Moreover, the men and horses in the thirty-six holes may have changed now. The two Yans will never be an exception, these people are all in the same group.
But instead of being surprised, the goddess of bliss smiled happily.
Because someone in the demon sect has different intentions, this means that Li Muchan's threat is greatly reduced. A divided demon sect is always easier to deal with.
The man in golden clothes said coldly: "Have you recognized us?
The goddess of bliss let out a burst of laughter like silver bells: "Haha, I believe it's hard not to recognize you with your weird looks."
The man in golden clothes narrowed his eyes slightly: "If I were you, I would definitely not be able to laugh now."
The man in silver had cold eyes and an uncontrollable desire. His eyes could not help but scan the graceful figure of the goddess of bliss.
The goddess of bliss smiled even more happily: "I have no choice. It's better to die with a smile than to die with a cry. I haven't asked you for your names yet?"
"Golden Lion!"
"Silver Dragon!"
The two of them each responded and simply said two names.
"Don't worry, beautiful women can always live a long time," Yinlong's eyes seemed to turn into two balls of fire, extremely hot, wishing to burn the delicate and delicate skin of the goddess of bliss, "especially a beauty like you."
The goddess of bliss turned around, her silver ornaments all over her body jingling, she took a few steps, she lifted the curtain and floated away like a butterfly, and she hooked her fingers.
"Haha, okay, you might as well follow me and give it a try."
Without any hesitation, the two of them each sneered. Seeing murderous intent, they got up and chased after him.
At this point, the small shop suddenly became deserted, the lights were dim, the lamp oil was at the bottom, and only a table full of scattered food and wine remained.
But there are still people.
The three people, headed by the big man with a green face and a long face, took up Long Xiaoyun's idea again.
While everyone was leaving one after another, the three decided to take action.
Long Xiaoyun's body was still tied with a greasy pocketcloth that had not been taken off. Under the lamp, his rough face looked like a hard rock that had been weathered by wind and rain, with a shallow layer of oily sheen. He was determined and unshakable.
There was a plate of peanuts in front of him, chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other.
The wine entered his throat and intestines, warming his heart and lungs. He tasted it slowly, then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. It was salty, crispy, and full. This must be a peanut grown in some fertile soil, and His increasingly refined craftsmanship gives him such a taste.
Long Xiaoyun ate very slowly. He didn't seem to be interested in the battle outside. He just sat and chewed slowly, watching the three people walking towards him with a very calm expression.
There was a time when he was in the spotlight, when he was well-dressed and well-fed, and when countless people fawned over him, he was very prosperous. At that time, "Xingyun Village" was well-known in the northern martial arts world, and heroes from all walks of life rushed to visit it. Those who came were either rich or noble, and the house was like a city.
Unfortunately, everything has passed and he is no longer young.
Seeing how calm Long Xiaoyun was, the green-faced man couldn't help but ask: "Are you waiting for those people outside to save you?"
"How could that be?" Long Xiaoyun swallowed the wine and stopped chewing, "They shouldn't be able to come back in a short time."
The three people's eyes were uncertain, and they sneered again and again: "Then you can still sit still? Hand over that strange book, and I will spare your life."
Long Xiaoyun sighed: "If that person hadn't asked me to wait, I would have been unable to sit still. And you came too late. Over the years, people from the 'Qinglong Society' have come looking for you, and people from the 'Money Gang' have also come looking for you." , but they didn’t know that I had burned the book long ago.”
The expressions of the three people gradually changed. No matter how stupid they were, they still heard some clues and sensed that something was wrong.
"Who told you to wait here?"
The three of them looked at each other, and without waiting for Long Xiaoyun's response, they all suddenly launched an attack. Dozens of flying needles burst out from their sleeves, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, with endless murderous intent.
The hidden weapon of the Tang Clan in Sichuan.
But the expressions of the three of them also became miserable at this moment. They were dumbfounded, their mouths opened wide, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets, with a look of horror on their faces.
Because Long Xiaoyun, who was supposed to be a waste, suddenly floated up, silently, swaying sideways in the air, like a feather floating in the air, his whole body whirled rapidly, and the chopsticks in his hand seemed to turn into a shocking sword. The shadow of the chopsticks flew like lightning, sweeping away all the flying needles in an instant.
too fast.
Not only is this man not some trash with useless martial arts, he is also an unfathomable master.
After a moment, Long Xiaoyun sat back down again.
The three of them looked frightened. They each took a few steps back and sat down on their chairs. The vitality in their eyes quickly dimmed. A little redness visibly oozed from their throats. Then, as if they were drunk, their jaws dropped. , no more movement.
The table in front of Long Xiaoyun was already covered with tiny flying needles.
At this moment, two bright and fascinating lights seemed to burst out from his eyes. He spread out the five fingers of his left hand, raised his arm and fluttered his sleeves and passed across the table across the air. The flying needles all over the table disappeared in an instant like a magic trick. Even the pinholes were wiped away, leaving no trace, as if nothing had happened.
After doing all this, Long Xiaoyun walked to the door, lifted the curtain and went out, overlooking the wind and snow.
In the dark snowy night, there were faint lights of fire in all directions. Even the Li Garden was on fire, and there was no end to the sound of people.
"It's so lively. I finally don't have to sit around anymore."
By the light of the sky-high fire, a golden mask was vaguely visible on his lapel, which disappeared in an instant.
(End of chapter)
