After all, Murong Xiu came from a wealthy family, and was completely different from Cui Ying'er and Huang Dagui who were ignorant and confused.
The reason why he turned to the thieves was not only because he was disgusted with the pressure from his family and rebelled against tradition, but more importantly, he was very accurate in judging people. Xin Zhuo's ability and martial arts were definitely outstanding and he would definitely not be a common thing in the future.
No!
After his observation these days, he discovered that the boss is even a bit of a monster!
So, the changes in Han Qiniang and the others are definitely related to the boss. Maybe he knows some of the rumored miraculous techniques of pushing the muscles and removing the bones.
Xin Zhuo thought about it seriously and patted him on the shoulder: "When the matter of the four families is resolved this time, I will give it a try!"
"Thank you, Mr. Master." Murong Xiu was overjoyed.
"The boss!"
At this moment, Bai Jianxi ran up from a distance, his head covered in sweat, furious and frighteningly fast.
When he got closer, he was out of breath: "I..."
"Let's talk after a while." Xin Zhuo motioned for him to sit down.
Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui and Han Qiniang, who were watching the hero who promised a lot of money and really stood on his head to eat daddy, noticed something unusual and followed him.
"Master, I've broken through. I've become so powerful these days. Have you seen it?" Han Qiniang's eyes were bright. She was a little carried away by being followed for a while below.
Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui also showed off their skills.
Xin Zhuo knew what he was doing, nodded, and focused his attention on Bai Jianxi. He had never seen this guy and didn't know what he was doing.
"Actually, I also broke my mirror, and I ran so fast!"
Bai Jianxi finally stopped and pointed to the southwest: "According to the instructions of the headmaster, I patrolled around and saw the man named Song Dongxi coming thirty miles away."
Cui Ying'er and others suddenly became nervous. They thought that the four families would find this place, but they didn't expect it to be so fast.
"Several people?"
Xin Zhuo asked.
"The five of them are all from the Song family!" Bai Jianxi replied affirmatively.
"The others didn't come?"
"The other companies definitely didn't come. To be on the safe side, I even walked around for a long time. This deep mountain and old forest is inaccessible. It's easy to spot someone walking around."
Xin Zhuo looked at Murong Xiu: "Where could your grandfather be?"
What he always cared about the most was the old man of the Murong family. After all, the sixth grade was a full three realms higher, so he had no confidence at all.
He even wondered if the old man was watching nearby?
"Actually, my old man from my hometown has returned!"
Murong Xiu was a little embarrassed, "I just didn't have time to talk to the boss about this. My grandfather used the flying harrier I raised to send a letter in the morning, and the tone was very strange.
He said, my sixteenth aunt is about to give birth, and the war in the east of the city is tense. He has gone back, and I will continue to be a thief. From now on, I will have nothing to do with the family, and I am not allowed to mention the name Murong again. If he catches me, , must kill! "
After saying that, a sad look of abandonment appeared on his face.
Xin Zhuo's heart moved. He wondered if Mr. Murong was trying to trick Murong Xiu, but people like him could never sit still and wait for death: "This can be done!"
"What's going on?" All the bandit subordinates were a little confused.
Xin Zhuo looked to the southwest: "We have done so many suspicious things. In just one night, it is impossible for the four families to find this place. There is only one possibility. The Song Master's IQ is so high that he separated from other families early and came alone. Try your luck and cut off my head, then we can try to stop it!"
…
"Susu..."
The sky had been gloomy all morning, and finally it began to rain lightly. The entire mountain forest at the western foot of Fulong Peak was completely white.
The autumn rain is slightly cold, and it is easy to catch wind chill when it hits your body, but for a warrior who is full of blood, it is not a problem at all.
At least for Song Dongxi, there was no impact at all. His steps were not fast, but his body was as straight as a sword. The gun holster at his waist did not move at all, and there was no emotion at all on his square face.
His calm eyes are completely different from his foul mouth, which is disgusting. This is due to the fact that he was beaten and abused countless times by his master at the Gunman Villa when he was a child.
He looked in the direction of Menghu Village with firm eyes. He was convinced that Xin Zhuo had gone to Menghu Village.
This is different from the other three young ladies from the other three families who are just following the traces in the mountains.
This is not to say that the other three are stupid, it is safe to be law-abiding after all.
But Song Dongxi's pride did not allow him to do useless things, so he separated from the others last night and went straight here.
"Sir, what if Xinzhuo is not in the Tiger Village?"
A woman with a round face and black clothes next to her asked doubtfully, "Tiger Village is not included in our purge. That is a matter for the government!"
Song Dongxi glanced at her coldly: "Noisy!"
"Here!" The woman turned pale and stepped aside.
At this time, the five people walked up a hill, walked around the mountain in front, and reached the north peak of Menghu Village.
At this moment, a strange voice came from the side: "A bunch of drunkards and ricebags from the Song family are here to beat me!"
Song Dongxi and the other five people looked over fiercely and saw in a bush 200 meters away, Murong Xiu, the father-in-law and son of Murong who had surrendered to the thieves, with a disgusting and provocative look on his face.
They didn't know the meaning of Mr. Murong, who had changed his temperament so much, and looked like a villain in the market. Their original intention was definitely not to arrest Murong Xiu, but since he was here, was Xin Zhuo still far away?
He turned around and chased after him.
However, Song Dongxi chased after him for a few steps, then stopped as if feeling something, and looked directly above.
Then he saw Xin Zhuo, who was dressed in linen, with wet hair, and the same expressionless face.
The two looked at each other.
There was a brief silence.
Then, Xin Zhuo glanced around, and finally showed a "depressed" look on his face: "Master Song, how did you find this place? I'm convinced!"
Turn around and run into the distance.
Only Xin Zhuo and Murong Xiu came this time. Cui Ying'er and the others were still at a low level. Even if they had talent, they couldn't take risks.
Moreover, Murong Xiu was a seducer. He could not guarantee whether Mr. Murong or the other three families were nearby. Even if Murong Xiu was caught, it would not matter and he would not die.
Therefore, he ran around first to make sure no one was intercepting him, and then he challenged Song Dong.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, even though the branches and leaves in the mountain forest are dense, raindrops are still falling.
The two chased each other and ran for twenty miles. Xin Zhuo suddenly stopped and turned to look at Song Dongxi.
You can be sure that the others are not here, otherwise there is no reason to let yourself run around and hide in the dark to watch the excitement. It is really unnecessary in the deep mountains and forests, where there is humidity and cold.
Song Dongxi, two feet away, also stopped.
The wind blew through the mountains and forests, whistling, the rain fell like drops, and the heaven and earth roared.
Song Dongxi finally took the time to unhook his gun, took out a colorfully embroidered folding gun, and said coldly: "You seem to be very confident!"
"good!"
Xin Zhuo drew out his notched Yan Ling knife.
If he had a choice, he would never take the risk of skipping a level and challenging someone in a one-on-one fight. Gou is the only way to go. Go out to play when you are 70 or 80 years old or invincible.
But he didn't practice martial arts himself, and all his abilities depended on the "Wangyue Well", but this well was designed to cause trouble.
The three meanings of loyalty, debt, and apology must always be manipulated.
The four major families are chasing soldiers, and six seventh-level masters. If they don't wager and fight, they may not even be qualified to cause trouble and find sacrifices to the spirits.
So, fight hard.
"I heard that you can cross the border and transform into the realm with swordsmanship and boxing. You are a talent. I only know one set of marksmanship and have practiced hard for eighteen years. I have just become a master, but... your hope of escape is still slim!"
Song Dongxi twisted the folding gun, the colorful patterns rotated, and there was a "squeaking" sound, and it instantly transformed into a one-foot-long gun with a gilt handle, a cold iron head, and a golden spike. The whole body was majestic and shone with a heart-stopping cold light.
His own aura also changed from cold to fierce, and his eyes exuded the aura of a mountain of corpses bursting out of a sea of blood. Before Xin Zhuo could reply, he jumped up.
A bit of cold light went away first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.
The man was in mid-air, and the sharp spear point cut through the rain curtain, heading straight for the door in front of Xin Zhuo. The shadow of the spear swayed in the middle, making twelve scattered, and screamed one after another.
Xin Zhuo calmly looked at the opponent's marksmanship, which was indeed better than anyone he had encountered before. He grasped the handle of the knife and slashed with one strike.
Swinging a sword is the pinnacle.
When the knife is drawn out, it is ugly. It changes midway, and the blade shadow appears in a blink of an eye.
"Cang——"
Rain splattered.
Gun and knife attack!
The shadow of the gun shattered and the shadow of the knife scattered.
Only the tip of the knife and the tip of the gun were left to collide.
"Ping!"
A crisp loud noise shook the raindrops.
The Yanling knife broke.
Xin Zhuo took three steps back with the broken knife.
Song Dongxi's gun left his hand, and he quickly grabbed it again. He had already taken seven steps back.
The tiger's mouth exploded, and blood stains loomed, which were quickly washed away by the rain.
