Fan Jun was stunned and fought back. After two moves, he felt that Hu Bai's palm was powerful, and he mustered up his energy to fight.
Hu Bai took advantage of the close proximity to exchange blows and said softly: "If we don't fight, hundreds of people with swords will come up behind us."
Only then did Fan Jun realize that Hu Bai wanted to stage the whole show, and understood that if he did not step forward to protect Yang Qiufei, he would obviously be linked to Hu Bai. Even though Hu Bai arrived immediately, the overall situation was already decided.
But if Yang Qiufei is not rescued from the heavy siege of Lotus Hall, Wushuang Hall, etc., there will be a mass killing.
Even if all Elder Yuan's side were killed in the end, it would be a big pity if anything happened to the limp and soulless Yang Qiufei in the chaos.
"Come on." Fan Jun also pretended to be angry and fought in a decent manner. However, Fan Jun was not good at acting, so his sudden anger seemed artificial. Hu Bai laughed and whispered: "But we must fight for real."
After Hu Bai finished speaking, there was a palm on the ground. He was addicted to martial arts. He had invited Fan Jun to fight several times before but was rejected. How could he let this opportunity pass by? Of course he had to fight to his heart's content.
Zhou Zhang, Tang Tie and others all thought that the situation had been decided at this time, and Hu Bai loved to show off, so they asked him to show off. It would also be interesting if Yang Qiufei faked his illness and both sides were injured in the fight with Hu Bai.
The rest of Elder Yuan's party thought the same way, so they did not intervene. Anyway, if Hu Bai couldn't capture Yang Qiufei by then, everyone would just swarm forward.
Wei Jing snickered and watched the battle, peeking at Elder Yuan from time to time. He saw Elder Yuan's face was ugly, and knew that Elder Yuan was uneasy now. If Hu Bai stood on his side, the situation would be stabilized. If Hu Bai and Wei Jing were together, , then even if he immediately orders a fight, he will eventually be defeated. At this time, he can only remain calm and act according to the situation.
Hu Bai's fighting spirit was aroused, his iron palms were tumbling and beating, Fan Jun's fists and feet were like thunder, and they were also whirring. Just when he was forgetting himself in the battle, he heard Hu Bai say again: "We have to stop the army."
Fan Jun was stunned and asked: "What?"
Hu Bai snickered: "Fake defeat."
Fan Jun was stunned: "Why?"
Hu Bai glanced at Yang Qiufei and said, "You have forgotten that we are not just joking. Let's settle this matter first and let's compete in private."
Fan Jun couldn't do anything. He always fought hard, and he was really dissatisfied with pretending to be defeated in front of everyone. He knew that Hu Bai was trying to appease him and deliberately made him dissatisfied. If he used these words to provoke him in future fights, Fan Jun couldn't stand it when he said that Fan Jun's hard qigong was not as good as Hu Bai's Iron Sand Palm.
"I'm really scared of you." Fan Jun sighed, squatted down, jumped into the air, kicked three legs in the air, but deliberately left a loophole. Hu Bai blocked the three legs, pushed with both hands, and pushed Fan Jun away. Far away, it fell to the ground.
Fan Jun covered his chest, pretending to be seriously injured and unable to stand up. Hu Bai strode forward and knocked down the tea owner who was trying to stop him. The busker was smarter and saw that Hu Bai had no ill intentions, so he was beaten back just now. He pretended to be injured and fell to the ground to watch.
Hu Bai put one hand under Yang Qiufei's back, thinking that if he hugged him, the others would feel strange, so he simply pinched the back of Yang Qiufei's neck, lifted him up, and slightly supported Yang Qiufei with his other hand. He secretly exerted force on his lower back to prevent Yang Qiufei from experiencing too much pain in his neck.
Hu Bai carried Yang Qiufei for a few steps and felt that Yang Qiufei's body was stiff and heavy, as if he was carrying a corpse. He felt cold in his heart, thinking that the sword king was really paralyzed. He felt confused and lost and walked towards Elder Yuan. He was thinking about how to seize the opportunity and rush to Wei Jing's side in one stride.
First hand Yang Qiufei into the hands of Wei Jing, and then kill Elder Yuan to vent his hatred.
"Bring the traitor!" Elder Yuan took a deep breath. Seeing that Yang Qiufei was unable to move while Hu Bai was holding it like this, a big stone fell in his heart. He pulled out the gorgeous sword made by Wei Wen from his waist. Looking at the silver light on his sword, he felt excited and shouted: "Let me seek justice for these brothers who have sacrificed their lives for so long."
Wei Jing saw Hu Bai carrying Yang Qiufei like this and knew that Hu Bai was making a show, so he didn't take it seriously. However, when he saw Hu Bai walking, he didn't bring Yang Qiufei to him, but brought him to him. Elder Liao Yuan was shocked, pulled off his face mask, and shouted: "Chef Hu!"
When Wei Jing shouted like this, Qu Wenying, Fan Jun and others also saw something was wrong and shouted: "Hu Bai!"
Hu Bai had already raised Yang Qiufei in front of Elder Yuan, but he ignored the calls from the person behind him and let Yang Qiufei sit down on the ground, tilting his head and motionless.
Elder Yuan raised his sword diagonally, and when he saw Wei Jing revealing his identity and running toward him, the situation was decided, and he felt happy, so he swung his sword and slashed at Yang Qiufei's neck.
Yang Qiufei's dull eyes flashed with sharp light, and he suddenly raised his two fingers to hold the sword.
Four fingers of Elder Yuan's sword-holding hand flew off, and blood spurted out.
The hilt of this gorgeous sharp sword made by Wei Wen is divided into two halves. The iron handle that should be thick and blunt is wrapped in the handle, but it is also polished to an unusually sharp edge. Once resisted, the sharp handle cuts off the wooden handle, and the wooden handle is cut off. All four of Elder Yuan's fingers were cut off.
Yang Qiu held the sword with two fingers and looked at this strange sword with sharp edges on both the blade and hilt, but he was also stunned.
"Wow -" Elder Yuan covered his right palm that was spurting blood. He felt the world turn upside down and shouted angrily: "Wei Wen -" Elder Yuan looked at Yang Qiufei who stood up slowly in shock and shouted: "Yang Qiufei, you are really pretending to be sick!"
"Oops." Yang Qiufei finally said, "I was discovered by you."
Several people from the lotus hall beside Elder Yuan came over in shock. Some hurriedly helped Elder Yuan, and some went to catch Hu Bai, who was knocked down by Hu Bai with just a few palms.
Wei Jing rushed to Hu Bai's side and was shocked by this sudden reversal. He was speechless for a moment and looked at Hu Bai and then at Yang Qiufei in shock.
Hu Bai smiled bitterly: "I really thought that the Sword King was paralyzed, but halfway through, the Sword King cursed me, which scared me out of my mind. I had no choice but to follow the Sword King's instructions."
"Your dad is really troublesome, how can I take it like this?" Yang Qiufei looked at Wei Jing and held the strange handleless sword with two fingers.
It turned out that he was indeed fake, but Hu Bai was carried away like a puppy. He felt annoyed and whispered, "Hu Bai is the only one in the world who can carry the Sword King like this."
When Hu Bai heard this, his heart felt like thunder, and he quickly followed Yang Qiufei's instructions and lifted him up to Elder Yuan.
"Grandpa, it turns out you're not sick!" Wei Jing exclaimed.
Yang Qiufei snorted and said, "Can't you sleep a few more days after you recover?"
"I've been sleeping for so many days!" Wei Jing shouted angrily and laughed.
All the guests, everyone in the hall, Zhou Zhang, Tang Tie, Qu Wenying, etc. were all dumbfounded, unable to react to the sudden change in the situation.
Wei Jing was heard roaring loudly: "How could the Sword King capture the old immortal Yuan Yang who colluded with the bandits and massacred his fellow sect members if he didn't pretend to be sick!"
He turned back sharply, pointed at the Camel God, and shouted: "Old Immortal Yuan Yang colluded with the bandits, planned to kill other elders, and indiscriminately killed the three deputy hall leaders of the Wushuang Hall. The Camel God can testify!"
Everyone looked at the Camel God at once, and saw the Camel God trembling all over, nodding his head, and murmuring: "He is right... Elder Yuan wants to be the leader of the gang."
"No - no -" Elder Yuan screamed, shouting loudly: "They have colluded. Yang Qiufei is the mastermind. I am the elder of Chuangtianmen, I...I..."
Qu Wenying drew her long sword and shouted: "The Chuangtianmen gang obeyed orders. The elder Yuan of the main hall colluded with the bandits and harmed fellow sect members. This is irrefutable proof. Don't help others again!"
When Qu Wenying called out, everyone in the Yue Lin Hall responded and shouted in unison. Qu Wenying pointed her long sword at the Lotus Hall behind Elder Yuan and shouted: "Lianhua Hall, put down your sword, otherwise you will be the accomplice of Elder Yuan!"
All the people in the Lotus Hall were trembling with fear. They heard roars and shouts from all around. The bandit-suppression brigade led by Hu Bai was gearing up. All the people in the city hall were also shouting "Catch the old and the dead" and "The old and the dead are the guilty ones." "Ghost", Zhong Zhiyou, disguised as Lou Mu on the other side, also echoed: "Elder Yuan is a traitor!"
Seeing the situation, everyone in the Lotus Hall had no choice but to abandon their weapons and move back, leaving a spacious area. Only Elder Yuan was left alone. Elder Yuan turned his head and looked towards Tang Tie and Zhou Zhang.
