Repugnant Gateway

An old man in an undressed clothes and a hat with a fishing basket carrying a fishing rod, an old man in a book gown and a shirt with no power to look at it, a milfs and an old woman with a windy and striking taste ... These three Individuals, as long as the people in the city know that the three of them are not easy to mess with.

Even when Zhuge Dangdang, the big master, was quite respectful of these three people. Everyone knows that in any place with huge power, there must be some old monsters that can't be seen in the world, and the flames are no exception.

Although these three people are not old monsters, they have a very high status in the city.

The man who looks like an old fisherman is the second-family head of a fiery beast. No one knows his name. Everyone calls him Zengweng. Now the acting principal of the beacon. They didn't know that Zhuge Dangdang was dead. If he knew it, he would be a real master.

The fascinating woman was the three-headed. It is said that it was once the foreman of the most prosperous blue house in Daxi. Later, she did n’t know that she had been arrested by the court because of something. One can imagine how the days are. But this person is very strong, how to practice to this level has always been a mystery, everyone calls her Chen San Niang.

The scholar was a five-headed man in a fierce battle, and he was supposed to be promoted to a four-headed man today, but he hasn't had time. Because last night he was drinking with Si Dangdang, and because no one wanted to give money, Si Dangdang killed the restaurant, and he felt that Si Dangdang had missed the dog that his family kept, so he had a reputation for humiliating the flames. Get up, so he killed the four heads.

This is not a joke.

"young people."

Chen Sanniang's hair hung down and blocked half of her face, because there was a slave character on that half of her face. She should have been a beautiful woman, but now it seems that some people are not ghosts. It is said that the people who have seen her other half of her face are dead, but some people have vowed to have seen it, and there is a long and long ugly scar like a serpentine in addition to the slave character on that half of the face. .

Chen Sanniang's voice was very nice, with a little husky. She knows exactly what kind of voice a man likes, and the kind of tone squeezed out of her throat can be crisped into the bones of a person. But everyone also knew how ruthless this woman was, so she was given the nickname Black Widow.

Chen San Niang looked at Feng Xiuyang and asked, "Are you a Taoist?"

Feng Xiuyang saw the three men changed their swords after they appeared. There was an open sword box behind him, which was large and wide, but he didn't look awkward on his back. On the contrary, there is a different kind of gracefulness, and there is a bit of fierce killing in the elegance.

The broad sword changed to the narrow sword, only the sword was changed, and the three people were moved.

"I'm."

He answered.

Chen Sanniang asked again: "Thinking of a Taoist disciple like you, it seems that you are a young man with a deep age, and the future is naturally unlimited. Why did you come to the city of flames and flames? You said you want to be a big master, and we welcome people with skills to do this. Seat, but the so-called chivalrous and decent people are not welcome. "

"I have no school, I just ask."

Feng Xiuyang replied faintly: "A few years ago, I went to Wudang Mountain and asked. The old Taoist of Wudang Mountain said that my Tao is uncertain and I can't teach me. But I also said that I have Dao Yuan, let me go down the mountain to find myself The Tao that suits me is waiting to be found. But I have been searching for a few years, and I do n’t know what kind of Tao I should pursue. Then someone said to me, why do n’t you try all the Taoism? "

"Good people, bad people, good results, bad results, reincarnation of life and death, these are all sources of Tao."

Feng Xiu said: "But I haven't experienced the feeling of being a wicked person. The Taoist people like to call it the devil, and the Buddhist people call it the Shura Tao. But whether it is the devil or the Shura, I have to try it."

Chen Sanniang laughed: "It's really an uncommon little guy who obviously wants to be the master and want to be a hegemon. What kind of truth do you want ... Such a low-level lie, you still say such a serious, so cute."

Feng Xiuyang was unmoved and still said blankly: "Whatever you say has nothing to do with me, even you all have nothing to do with me, even the flames and the city have nothing to do with me. All I want is an experience, get it together After all Daoyuan Daoguo, it is the day when I will succeed. "

He asked Chen San Niang: "Can you shoot?"

Chen San Niang shook her head: "I don't want to fight you, you are born so beautiful, fine skin tender and tender eyebrows, clear eyes, if I accidentally killed you, what a pity? If you accidentally killed me, what a pity ... Moreover, you want I ’m doing big heading, not three heading, so it ’s nothing to me. "

She twisted the water snake's waist and walked to the side of the tea stall to sit down, terrified that the boss hurriedly poured tea and poured water.

The fiery flames are a very unruly place but have their own rules, the rules are the wicked ones. Many rivers and lakes think they are wicked, and they should belong to the city of flames, so some people came not far away, just like the pilgrimage to the Great Leichi Temple not far away from the Buddhist sect. But after this, they discovered that the evil thing they had done was simply a pediatrics for the people in the city. Moreover, their cultivation base is too low to be valued at all.

However, the villains and villains so admired find that they are not valued here and cannot go away, because here also need the presence of the bottom of the people. These people were forced to assign a certain role, such as restaurant owner, restaurant guy. For example, the blue-story woman or the old mother ... they can't resist, because it's just resistance. The boss of this tea stall would n’t even want to sell tea in such a fierce city, but he had to sell it because it was his job ...

After sitting down, Chen San Niang narrowed her eyes and looked at Heng Li Weng, who stared at her coldly.

"Why did you stare at me? You can't kill me again. For so many years, you want to **** me and want to kill me. Haven't you been unsuccessful in one time? The old lady gave you a face, reading it at your age makes you a second-home , That's all. "

Zuo Weng snorted coldly, looked back, and the scholar had walked over to the tea stall and sat down: "I just rose to fourth."

He glanced at Chen Sanniang, then quickly lowered his head: "I don't want to go to Disan for the time being."

Chen Sanniang laughed, reached out and touched the scholar's face: "I like the man you are so unpretentious, I want to kill me, there is no cover in my eyes. Tonight, my third sister rewards you, you come to my room for the night, three Sister lets you know what is heaven on earth. "

The scholar shook his head: "You are a black widow, and I'm afraid you will swallow me."

Chen Sanniang was not angry: "I swallowed you? Those who have no ability will be swallowed by me. Some people don't use it, and it doesn't make sense to keep it."

She glanced at Feng Xiuyang: "Speaking of you kid, don't you want to be a big master? Shoot, I want to see if you have that qualification. If you killed the old guy, I will go tonight In your room, climb up and give you a mouth, and then move yourself. "

Feng Xiuyang frowned slightly, and seemed to hate Chen Sanniang. But his eyes quickly shifted to Zengweng's body, and the long sword shifted slightly, pointing the tip of Zengweng's face with his sword: "You are the second head? Then you are."

Zuo Li Weng: "I am the second head, and I still have the big head. If you want to be the big head, you have to wait. You said that you want to be the head. There are a total of 13 headed households. You start killing from the thirteenth and kill me. I will naturally face the battle. "

Feng Xiuyang muttered to himself: "It turns out that this is a wicked person, this is shameless ... there seems to be nothing special."

He raised his head and looked at Zunliweng and said, "You don't have a big boss anymore."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone was stunned. Chen Sanniang stood up fiercely, her eyes red. The tea cup held in the scholar's hand shook slightly, spilled some tea, and then angrily grabbed the heart of the tea stall owner from the heart.

As for Zengliweng, he stunned for a moment and then laughed: "Young man, don't talk nonsense, Dadang is a master, you said he died, he died?"

Feng Xiu said: "I said he died, he must be dead."

After saying this, he began to move forward, step by step, firm and gentle. Zuo Li Weng began to retreat, step by step, more and more messy. Zuo Weng can see that the other party is really young, so he has a sense of suffocation that is beyond description. He has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and even became a second-person in the wicked land, relying on being more fierce than others, but now he is forced to retreat by a young man. He feels that he has actually lost.

"you win!"

Suo Weng suddenly stopped, and then dropped the fishing rod and basket in his hand: "You won, and you are the second best from today."

This time it was Feng Xiuyang's surprise. He hadn't made a sword yet, and the sword was ready to go. This time the other party suddenly admitted defeat, giving him a feeling of inexhaustibility. This kind of feeling is very uncomfortable, and he also feels that the people around him are very uncomfortable. This is the land of the wicked, he began to feel the malicious ... gradually, Feng Xiuyang's face began to languish.

"I heard faintly that some people said that they would be second-handed, and they refused."

He moved on.

Zuo Weng's face became a little bit pale: "How is it possible, I already have the number of people, the rules of the rivers and lakes, there is no need to admit defeat. You are already a second-hand master, here you have the final say."

Feng Xiuyang shook his head: "It's too simple, I don't want it."

He shot.

Three seconds later, Zuo Weng died.

Feng Xiu picked up the narrow sword and looked at the body of Zuo Weng on the ground and said, "This is the right name ... So, who now thinks I can be a big head? Who thinks I can't be a big head?"

No one speaks.

Papa Papa ... Chen Sanniang applauded: "Interesting, you can do what you want, I can't beat you."

The book grew up and walked towards Fengxiu. Feng Xiuyang turned to face, ready to fight again. The scholar suddenly knelt down, bowed, bowed out, and turned away.

On the city wall, a veteran carrying a rusty iron gun narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Xiuyang: "Do you see how many swords he made?"

"It's as fast as the wind, and there are not many swords."

An old lady sitting next to him sewing a shirt and shook her head: "With the sword like the wind just now, he is stronger than Zhuge Dangdang, and it is not impossible to be a big head.

The veteran said: "Not only? It's just his narrow sword, he also has a peach sword."