The current group of men in black are different from the people Yun Zhong usually sees in the world. They are very skilled in the art of hooking hidden weapons. A sleeve arrow and dart appeared in his wrist, and he threw it from a distance with a very stable accuracy.
Yun Zhongfei walked down the street. The gang of thieves already had to move forward, but they still left six or seven people standing on the eaves and frequently used hidden weapons to attack. It was just under the moonlight, which really caused a lot of trouble for the young man. However, the sword movement was still in order, and he showed no sign of weakness against more than a dozen men in black.
The danger was short, most of the dozens of black-clothed men in front of him were equipped with short swords, so they were already inferior. Moreover, Yun Zhong's swordsmanship was very changeable, which made it even more difficult to control him. He had to rely on a few people from high up to make a sneak attack with arrows and flying knives from his sleeves. But after spending more than ten days in the Baihao Mountains, the young man had not wasted his time. His footwork was much better than before. Even if he was in a low place, he could still dodge hidden weapons coming from all directions with his dexterity. He twisted his steps and The sword in the palm has never been stuck at all.
Seeing that there was no victory after a long battle, but several people were dead, the leader frowned, blew a short whistle, and immediately left with a group of people without stopping.
Except for two or three corpses on the long street, there was nothing else but the cold autumn wind.
"Young man's ability is quite extraordinary. Do you dare to ask which sect he comes from?"
On the long street, someone spoke softly, stepping on the bluestone with their boots, walking slowly towards the lonely and desolate place.
Yunzhong put away his sword and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The person who came was very short and looked very stooped, like an ordinary child, but his voice sounded like a bell, which was particularly strange. Although he is dressed as a scholar, he is carrying a sword with a long and short handle that can reach the ground around his waist, which is even more weird.
The young man laughed softly and did not rush forward. Instead, he asked curiously, "There are many masters in the caravan. I wonder if you can be among them?"
The visitor sneered and replied, "Since the young man came down from Baihao Mountain, he should have known that today's calamity would happen. It doesn't matter whether he is a master or not." He then looked at the young man up and down, and his withered face showed a hint of joy, "What happened a few days ago?" Although the ten people had no choice but to capture you, the arrows in their sleeves were already poisoned. Even the countless masters of internal martial arts were unable to resist them. They lost all their strength within three to five hours, and most of them died miserably. If the young man cherishes his life, , why not be used by my caravan? The Baihumen is small and will be destroyed by my caravan, so why bother?"
The young man looked over his left shoulder and frowned slightly.
When the group of men in black retreated just now, they couldn't dodge, and a sleeve arrow from the vagina pierced the left shoulder. Now when I looked at the meridians, there was indeed a cold air flowing. It was probably the poison that the withered scholar said, although it was difficult to stop the circulation. , but it has not yet penetrated deep into the bones.
"I just stayed in Baihao Mountain for two days. The caravan behaved like this, trying to get rid of me as soon as possible. It can be said that it is difficult to tolerate people. How can such a gang come and go at will? I am afraid that if you take one step, you will not be able to leave even half a step for the rest of your life. "Although the poison entered the body, Yun Zhong did not panic and only replied calmly, "The foundation of any sect is morality. The leader of the Baihu Sect has not been tit-for-tat everywhere, so why bother trying to put him to death? You press forward step by step, but you never win the hearts of the people."
"So, the young hero plans to go all the way to the dark side?" The withered-faced scholar licked his lips, his words were as dry as the crackling of dead leaves, and he said with a sinister smile, "I like to strangle young people who have just entered the world. , this world is not a place that young children like you should come to. Since you have great ambitions in your arms, it shouldn’t be an exaggeration to die in it, right?"
"I am the South Wall."
After saying this, without waiting for the young man to respond, the ugly-looking scholar lifted up his sleeves and suddenly threw out hundreds of flying needles.
At the helm of the caravan, Mi Yuhuai was not sleepy at all. He was sitting in front of the lamp in a cotton robe, drinking tea with the same person. Although it was only early autumn, the terrain here was quite high, and it was inevitable that it would be a little lonely at night, and the charcoal fire had not yet been lit. At that time of year, it was not that warm compared to the winter months, so I wore a cotton robe to keep out the cold.
"We are sending out men today. The battle is huge. I don't expect that young man to escape." The man serving the tea had a majestic eyebrow, but his face was marred by a scar from his nose to the back of his neck, making him look ferocious. Seeing Mi Yuhuai's expression, He couldn't help but said with relief, "He is just a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old. Even if his skills are superior to those of his age, how can he be the opponent of the master? We all know that Mi Zongfeng has clever calculations, so why bother himself." Mi Yuhuai sneered and said Putting down the light at hand, he raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, tightened his cotton robe tightly, and then spoke slowly, "You and I have seen a lot of strange things in the world. A child who is born blind can use the power of his ears and the direction of the weak wind to control the situation." I have memorized the thousands-step structure of the official prison in my mind, and there is no mistake at all. He is obviously a middle-aged man who was born with one arm and practiced martial arts halfway. After practicing swordsmanship for a year, he went straight to the realm of half-step master. I would rather that young man was mediocre. It’s not surprising, but if he is really an ordinary person, how can he stay in the mountain for more than ten days with the arrogance of the leader of the White Gourd Sect? In my opinion, that young man is definitely not an ordinary person."
When the man heard this, he hung the tea in the air and frowned in thought for a moment.
"The leader of the gang has dozens of hidden killers, plus Mr. Mei Lang, who has held the title of Grandmaster for nearly ten years. Logically speaking, this formation is enough to fight against the two new Grandmasters. If nothing else can be done, I am afraid that That young man’s martial arts has already established himself as one of the best in the world, why does Mi Gongfeng value that young man so much?”
Mi Yuhuai nodded, almost without thinking, knocked on the table and said, "The entire Fengyou County gang is under the caravan. If the first enemy is the white gourd gate Ye Zhai, the second level is the mountain gate. Among those grand masters, the third one is the turn of the two young heroes, a man and a woman. A few days ago, when the Baihu sect recruited many disciples, I secretly sent a gang to disguise themselves and join the team to investigate, record the names of the disciples, and then It’s that young man.”
"If you think about it carefully, in the past ten years, Ye Zhai has rarely gone down the mountain. The young hero must not be a relative, so how can he be entrusted with such an important task? Moreover, it is very important for the gang to recruit disciples, even if they are relatives or old friends. Can I safely entrust my younger generation with peace of mind and almost never show up from the beginning to the end?"
The man with the ferocious scar on his face said nothing, but frowned more and more. After a long time, he said, "I'm afraid it's too late to add more people now. If I count the time, Mei Langjun and his gang have already taken action. We can wait until the news comes at dawn and then make plans."
Mi Yuhuai closed his eyes, and the tapping on the edge of the table with his two fingers gradually slowed down. It took about two cups of tea before he slowly opened his eyes.
"By the time dawn comes, the sure-kill situation has been broken. Why not take advantage of the darkness and send another person to quickly go to Gushan City to share the helm, and add two more masters, then we can get the sure-kill situation. Even if Mei Langjun succeeds, It’s always better to be prepared.”
