After hearing this, Yiqu Changping clasped his fists and said confidently: "The one hiding behind you? Although our Lu Sect is called a cult by you in the Central Plains, our actions have always been upright. Everyone under my command is here, so where can the others come from?" ?!!"
Feng Yi snorted coldly and said with a chuckle: "People of the Ming Dynasty don't speak secretly, but Zhou Fan is from your Lu Sect?"
Yiqu Changping frowned and said: "Zhou Fan is a traitor to our Lu Sect. He was indeed a member of our Lu Sect in his early years. According to his seniority, I should also call him uncle. But in his early years, he practiced the gate control skill and was no longer in the Lu Sect. I wonder why Mr. Feng mentioned him today?"
Feng Yi replied: "Haha, who knows about your Lu Jiao? Since he is not under your Lu Jiao's sect, why are you fighting with him?"
Yiqu Changping asked doubtfully: "I will take the lead? Mr. Feng, how do you say this? Is it possible that Zhou Fan can still be present?"
After Yiqu Changping finished speaking, he raised his left hand, pulled out the knife from the waist of a barbarian swordsman beside him, and struck his left arm with the knife.
When he raised the knife and dropped it, the blood instantly soaked the entire stone platform, and flowed along the chessboard into a gap in the chessboard.
Yiqu Changping raised his broken left hand and extended it to a Hu man on one side. The Hu man quickly tore off the cloth from his waist and wrapped his arms with him.
Yiqu Changping said loudly: "I, Lu Jiaojun, Qu Changping, am willing to admit defeat. Today I have something to say first. After a game of chess, the loser will cut off his arm. Hum, Mr. Feng, see you later!!"
When everyone saw Yiqu Changping draw his sword and cut off his hand, he was resolute and decisive without any hesitation. Seeing the sword falling from his hand and the blood moistening the ground, they were all shocked and surprised by his courage.
Xiao Yu thought to herself: Although these barbarians are arrogant, they always say one thing and another, and they are very upright. I just heard Feng Yi talking about Zhou Fan, and it must be related to the incomplete chess piece entrusted by the old monk. I wonder what it is related to?
Yiqu Changping had broken his arm, suffered serious blood loss, and looked pale. He shouted to the group of people behind him: "Let's go!"
A group of barbarians were preparing to leave behind him.
A gust of breeze blew over here, bringing with it a hint of coolness.
Suddenly, I smelled a fragrance wafting from the crowd, like orchid and musk deer, smelling clear and clear.
When I smell it too much, I feel dizzy.
"Poisonous!" Xiaoyu reacted subconsciously and hurriedly reminded Li Luo and Uncle Liu to cover their mouths and noses.
"What the hell! It smells so good!" The disciples of the Yuling Sect commented.
"It smells really good!! Well, comfortable!...."
The one who came to Dui Yi Valley today to help Feng Yi was Ling Xiaoyun, the elder of the Yu Ling Sect, who came here with a group of swordsmen. At this time, it was the swordsmen of the Yu Ling Sect who were talking about this scent.
Roof Feng Yi frowned, covered his nose with his hand, stood on the roof, and cursed: "Since you are here, come out and see me, don't pollute grandpa's smelly valley with your poisonous fragrance."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him, including Lu Jiaojiao and Qu Changping, gradually became paralyzed.
Feng Yi stood on the thatched roof, pinching his nose and using his kung fu to resist the poisonous gas.
Among the crowd, Yu Ling Zong Ling Xiaoyun was dressed in white and had a long beard. He took a few breaths of the aroma, which was far better than the smell of Feng Yi's body, so he took a few more breaths. At this time, he felt his heart as soon as his inner strength lifted. He was in pain, only to realize that he had been poisoned, and hurriedly ordered everyone to cover their mouths and noses. …
Xiaoyu's internal strength was not high enough to withstand the torment of poisonous gas, so she collapsed directly, leaning on the stone table on one side, looking at a man in black robe not far away.
Uncle Liu and Li Luo had relatively deep internal energy. They were poisoned. They hurriedly sat down and used their kung fu on one side to slowly detoxify.
A man in black robes, about eight feet tall, with his face covered by black robes, was standing on the edge of the bamboo forest not far away. When everyone collapsed, he was the most eye-catching.
"Hahahaha, hahaha..." The man in black robe laughed and walked slowly closer and stood in the middle of the chessboard square. A pair of deep eyes looked like eagle eyes between the robe, hat and black veil. Sharp and powerful, he glared at Feng Yi on the roof.
He laughed so wildly that it made people shudder.
Feng Yi frowned and said, "Zhou Fan, have the two old monks been poisoned by you?"
The man in black robe frowned and sneered: "Jingsheng and Jingning, two old guys, should have died long ago. Feng Yi, it's your turn today."
After listening to their conversation, Xiao Yu and Li Luo realized that the poisonous black-robed man in front of them was the one who injured the old monk that day. They just didn't know what the relationship between the old monk, Feng Yi and this black-robed guy was. What's the connection?
"Zhou Fan, you traitor!!" Yiqu Changping glared at the man in black and shouted in a deep voice: "Bring the antidote and detoxify us!!"
Zhou Fan reached out to pick up the severed hand on the table, shook the blood, and said to Yiqu Changping: "Oh, my good nephew, be polite to your uncle, otherwise you will not survive!! Hahaha!!"
Yiqu Changping frowned and cursed: "My master kicked you out in the early years just because you practiced this poisonous technique. I didn't expect you to be the same as before!!"
Zhou Fan heard this and cursed back: "Haha, Qiulin servant drove me out of the master's school!! Humph, after I kill my enemy, I will fight back to Daozong. The position of Beiguang Dao King should be mine!! Qiulin servant, why should he?? Haha!" Zhou Fan said as he shook Yiqu Changping's severed arm in his hand, and saw that the place he touched began to slowly turn into deep black, obviously the poison was spreading. Very serious.
"Zhou Fan!!! It's really you!! You're not dead yet!" The old man holding a sword among the swordsmen of the Yuling Sect on one side cursed in a deep voice to the man in black: "You are such a scourge, I will kill you today. !!”
The man in black robe turned around and looked at the person sitting
Dear, this chapter is not finished yet, there is still another page^0^ An old guy who was meditating for luck next to a young boy frowned and replied: "Haha, today I want to see who took whose life?!! Haha, Ling Xiaoyun, you old guy, I remember that you were the one who forced me and Zi'er to jump off the cliff!! I came back today just to make you pay with blood!!"
After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he walked slowly towards Ling Xiaoyun. He raised his hand and lightly hit Ling Xiaoyun's right arm.
"Old man, my Black Blood Technique has just taken shape, let me try it on your arm!" Zhou Fan smiled, hit Ling Xiaoyun and then turned away, fearing that Ling Xiaoyun would pretend to be poisoned and sneak up on him.
Feng Yi said in a deep voice on the rooftop: "Black Blood Kung Fu? Have you mastered Black Blood Kung Fu?"
Ling Xiaoyun was unprepared just now and was exposed to the poison. When he took a breath, he felt the poison rising up when he exercised, so he did not dare to exercise. Just now he said that he would take Zhou Fan's life, but it was just a threat. At this time, his right arm After being hit by Zhou Fan, he felt numb and itchy. He opened his sleeves and found that where the palm was hit, black blood surged and threatened to fester.
Zhou Fan pointed at Ling Xiaoyun's arm and said with a smile: "Old guy, if you don't cut off your arm again, the poisonous blood will attack your heart and you won't be able to save yourself!! Hahaha..."
Hearing this, Ling Xiaoyun hesitated slightly and felt the poison spreading on his arm, so he had to quickly draw his sword and cut off his right arm.
When Zhou Fan saw it, he looked at Yiqu Changping and said with a smile: "My good nephew! How about it? Today, my uncle will let you choose. Of all the people here, you can break whose arm you want to break." ! Don’t let it go out in the future and say that you have ruined the prestige of our Lu Sect in the Central Plains! I can help you a lot with this favor!"
Dear, this chapter is finished, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^
