Sealing Knife

Xie Li squinted for a little while in the pretense of being aware of the current affairs, and then opened his eyes in shock.

The voice came from downstairs. Ye Fusheng stopped talking with Xuan Su. The former went to the window and looked down. I saw that the street in Pingle had just changed, and the two groups of rivers and lakes did not know what caused the conflict. , Even hitting the streets.

Ye Fusheng's gaze quickly swept over both sides, one was the disciple of Tianjianmen, and the other was the disciples of the Sihai Gang. Both of these are moderate forces that are inferior to others in the martial arts, but the former has always acted in a high-profile manner, while the latter has been arrogant in common affairs. Although they both belong to the martial arts decent, they are very different. "Mou" taste.

However, no matter how many discords are in private, at this juncture, he fights in the city of Galan, and in front of so many people, it is really brainless. No matter whether it is winning or losing, others will see the joke.

Xie Li leaned out of the window frame and protruded half of his head, seeing the street below which was a mess of porridge, he couldn't help but frowned: "Why did they fight?"

Ye Fusheng pressed one hand on his head, and the corner of his mouth was tilted: "Either I was full of panic, or there was too much water in my head, and I couldn't listen to people."

Xie Li heard a lot of ridicule from this sentence, and always felt that Ye Fusheng's tone was strange.

He didn't know how to turn around. Although Xuan Su was still involved in the world, he was still a smart man. He turned around and said, "You mean ... instigated?"

Ye Fusheng smiled: "We have seen at least a dozen of martial forces that have been fighting like this along the way."

Xuan Su's complexion settled down.

This time the martial arts conference was so powerful that it almost instigated the martial arts counted in the Central Plains Baidao, and there were probably thousands of martial arts rushed to Wuxiang Temple. As far as feelings are concerned, Wulin Baekdo has been headless for many years. Finally, he seized the opportunity to join the grand occasion, and there were thieves making red heads. This is indeed the case. When everyone is hesitant for the Wulin General Assembly, it is friction The discord has become more and more fierce, and many martial arts have even secretly engaged in the battle for fame and fortune. This is a problem.

"Zhao Qing is the guardian of the funeral palace, and once committed the blood crime of the Huangshan School. The crowd is excited. But ..." Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes. "First of all, the Huangshan School blood case has passed for a long time. Who will be grateful for this? Yu Huai, filled with righteous indignation? "

Times have changed, and the victims of that year are no longer there. How can there be so many justice and awe-inspiring people who are willing to work hard for this **** case for many years? However, along the way, I heard the conversations of the people from the rivers and lakes in the tea stalls. Whenever someone mentioned Zhao Qing, he would count the crimes with red light. He wished he could immediately cut off his head and stepped on the beach of blood standing there. The long-hanging leader.

Zhao Qing was originally a colorful head sacrifice for the flag, but now it has become a gimmick for everyone to vent their ambitions.

In the name of killing people for the people and walking on behalf of the heavens, how many people actually looked over him and looked directly at the throne of the first martial arts man?

Xuan Su is just Chi Zi's enthusiasm, not stupid.

He looked at the following two sides who had already started the war, and frowned: "It is not clear, but it is not easy to let them continue to lose their power."

Ye Fusheng saw him at once and laughed: "Have the Master Palace ever seen dog fights on the mountain?"

From small to big, it ’s a dogless metaphor: "..."

Although there is no watchdog in Taishang Palace, there are still some soft-minded female disciples who have some pets, but for some reason, every time these gentle little guys see Xuan Su, they either turn their heads and run, or they simply He scratched his paws, not to mention dog fights, but came up with his teeth and exposed his claws more.

He coughed a little to hide his embarrassment: "Never."

"A dog or a person, and being competitive is the ultimate reason, but it's just a matter of profit." Ye Fusheng glanced at the crowd below and narrowed his eyes. "Since they can't give them common interests now, let them have A common enemy. "

Xuan Su and Xie Li both looked down his eyes. It was a man who wasn't very eye-catching. He looked dressed in the clothes of the Sihai Gang.

"Do you see anything?"

Although Xie Liren was small, his observations were meticulous: "Although it was a dogfight, he was guarded by several fellows around him, with blood on his front, and he might have been injured before the war."

After all, he wouldn't look at anything deeper, Ye Fusheng touched Xie Li's head and looked at Xuan Su again.

Shao Gong's view of the world is small, but his eyesight is really good.

"It looks like he was vomiting blood due to internal injuries, and his face was pale, but his body was stable. When he evaded the attack, he seemed to have taken shelter from the people around him. , "There are also quirks among the people watching around. Ordinary people will choose Mingzhe to protect themselves when they see the Jianghu people fighting, but two of them seem to be afraid, but they are approaching the battle circle by chaos."

Xie Li was shocked: "What do they want to do?"

"Of course it's muddy water to touch the fish and take the opportunity to make things bigger." Ye Fusheng sneered and said to Xie Li, "Have you ever seen a face change?"

Xie Li froze for a moment: "No ..."

"Then let you know today." Ye Fusheng's hand propped on the window frame before the words fell, and he jumped out.

He was dressed in Tsing Yi, and he was as light as a glimpse of glory. At this moment, he seemed to be riding down the wind. He was suddenly inserted into the battle situation, drifting like a sudden fall of leaves.

However, the Sihai Gang disciples who pretended to be injured only felt a tear in front of their eyes, and there was a "tearing" sound.

Suddenly inserting others in the melee, both sides were shocked, and the disciples of the Sihai Gang changed their faces: "Who ?!"

The Sihai Gang members who guarded the man were even more furious: "Who dares to move the disciples of the Sihai Gang?"

Ye Fusheng avoided the sword like a fluffy body, turned over and landed on the overturned table by the roadside, and the thing he had just ripped off at his fingertips turned like a handkerchief, laughing: "Chang Wen Si Hai Gang The heroes are all floating hands on the water, I didn't expect there to be such a white and clean skin! "

He wandered around in his hand, and it was an exquisite workman's leather mask.

After hearing the words, the Sihai Gang people turned their heads to see the "severely wounded fellow", but they saw that the man's bronze-colored face had changed to pale skin, and his face was very different.

Suddenly, the Tianjianmen people stopped and looked at this side in amazement. The man led by the Sihai Gang asked with a knife, "Who are you? Where is my brother Chen?"

The man disguised as a disciple of the Four Seas looked at Ye Fusheng with a glance, but he understood the truth of running away when he shook his legs. He didn't spit out a word. Two daggers slipped from his sleeves. Man, the man on the left was caught off guard by cutting the throat, and the woman on the right was almost thrust into the eye socket with a knife. Fortunately, he was dragged by the same door beside him.

After earning this opportunity, the man ran away and the Sihai Gang disciples immediately chased away.

Ye Fusheng didn't go after him. He glanced at the two people who had been pointed out by Xuan Su. One of them mixed into the crowd and ran away. The remaining man pretended to be pushed down and threw himself at the foot of a disciple of Tianjianmen.

The disciple looked young and didn't think much. He would bend over and help this seemingly gray-haired "old man". At this moment, he suddenly tightened his collar, and the whole person was pulled back one step, dangerously avoiding a short knife stabbed in his abdomen!

Ye Fusheng threw the person back with one hand and kicked on the opponent's wrist with one foot. This was full of strength, and he immediately heard a broken bone.

The man who was about to escape found something bad, and saw that the disciples of Tianjianmen reacted and were chasing themselves, and saw a woman holding a crying baby girl who was desperately retreating by the roadside. After the child, another kick kicked the injured woman back.

The woman was already weak and was hit with an internal injury right now. The disciples of Tianjianmen had to relieve their strength to catch the person first, but the culprit was about to disappear at the corner.

Ye Fusheng's body flickered, and several ups and downs were about to fall behind the man, but there was something faster than him.

It was a piece of broken porcelain, passing Ye Fusheng at a tricky angle, and silently nailed into the back of the man's head.

The human skull is very strong, but this piece of broken porcelain, which is no bigger than a fingernail, is nailed into it like embedded tofu. The flesh is too late to roll, and even the blood splashed a few drops in a flash.

The man didn't even react and ran a few steps forward before falling down.

The little girl came out unexpectedly and fell into the ground, crying.

Ye Fusheng looked back and saw the window on the second floor of the tea house. Xuan Su was still standing there, but the tea cup he had originally held in his hand was broken.

He was far away and covered by the window. Naturally, he couldn't see it. However, Xie Li in the house was creepy and chilled.

Xie Liqing clearly saw that Xuan Su crushed the tea cup in his hand just now. His finger moved lightly, and he attached the internal force to the porcelain piece and flicked it out. .

The smile on Xuan Su's face disappeared. He looked at the seriously wounded woman and the crying baby girl. The expression chilled for a time. The man who was gentle as a spring breeze was caught in the cold winter at this moment.

He lowered his eyelids, and Xie Li only heard a soft murmur: "The non-military will not move, and the non-sinner will not kill ... Master, this disciple is right this time."