From a distance, a staggering man was walking towards the bamboo forest with difficulty. I thought that this was the goal. Qing Yan and the master both tightened the blade in their hands and stared at the man with their eyes.

Suddenly, at the end of the line of sight, three black dots appeared and were approaching rapidly. Soon, a sound of horse hooves was heard.

Is it just a matter of increasing changes? Qing Yan and the master looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes, but they did not act rashly and continued to observe.

After a while, three black dots rushed to the staggering man. These people were wearing black night clothes and hats, which made people unable to see their appearance. They were carrying a strange-shaped scimitar on their waists.

These three men of the hat were circling around the staggering person at this time, and they didn't know what their purpose was.

"Who are you? Why are you burying such a net to kill me? "

This sound made Qingyan pause all over his body like a thunder strike.

It turned out to be Monk Fazhi! Qingyan's heart was like a storm at this moment. He never expected that the hall master and the person he was going to kill were actually Fazhi!

The master of the hall did not realize Qingyan's abnormality at this time, but whispered: "Qingyan, let's observe the situation first. If the three wearing hats take action for us, we will save a lot of trouble."

Qingyan did not answer, and his heart was already mixed. Thinking of Fazhi's favor to save him and talk about drinking, he really didn't know what to do at this moment. On one side was the kindness of the Qingzhu Gang's raising and recreating, and on the other side was the kindness of saving. For a moment, Qingyan fell into a violent struggle.

Just when Qingyan was in a dilemma, there had been a change in Fazhi. The three men from the hat attacked Fazhi together. The sword technique was extremely sharp and the speed was even more rapid.

This move surprised Qingyan, thinking that any of these men with hats were the strongest people he had ever seen except Fazhi, let alone himself and the hall master.

The master of the hall was staring at the battle situation intently, shocked, thinking that if he faced any of them, he would die under his sword within a few moves. But there was nothing he could do, because only he knew that the master of Shengniutang was bought by him at a great price. It can be said that among the 136 masters of the Qingzhu Gang, he was not worthy of his martial arts.

In a blink of an eye, both sides had already passed more than ten moves, which was also Qingyan who truly saw the masters fighting. Although his eyes could not keep up with their movements, he could also feel the majestic and solemn movements of Fazhi, and his stern and solemnity. The man in the hat was not like this. His sword technique revealed ruthlessness and decisiveness everywhere, and it was obvious that it was a sword technique for killing for the sake of killing.

However, after half an incense stick, the battle situation was beyond Qingyan's expectations. For some reason, Fazhi's steps were scattered and chaotic, and gradually he was at a disadvantage. The three men of the hat also saw the situation, and the offensive wave was better than the other.

Seeing that the situation became increasingly dangerous, Qingyan's hand holding the hilt also trembled slightly due to excessive force.

Suddenly, a lion-like roar sounded throughout the fields. Qing Yan and the master were shocked by the sudden roar and their eyes turned pale, and they fell forward at the same time.

Although the three men of the hat knew that Fazhi could use such a pure Buddhist lion roar, they all thought that he was very injured, almost exhausted, and could not use it at all. But they never expected that Fazhi could not only use this move at this time, but also had no power at all. They were shocked to the horse for a while, and even worse, one of them might have fallen off the horse because of his inferior skills. After falling off the horse, he actually remained silent and did not know how to live or die.

Looking at Fazhi again, this move obviously took too much energy, which made his already thin body even more shaky.

The other two men with hats stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then took out a wax ball from their arms and crushed it, putting the inside into their mouths.

Immediately afterwards, Qingyan saw that the two men in the hats began to twitch all over, as if they were suffering great pain, but at this stage only lasted for two breaths, they stopped, and then they rushed to Fazhi again.

"Pure Bliss Pill! You actually have such a vicious thing!"

After seeing the other party's methods, Fazhi obviously knew what they were eating. However, the two men in the hat did not stop at all because of Fazhi's words. The sword force was still more ruthless than before, and he remained unceasing and his speed was more than one point faster.

Looking at Fazhi's entanglement with the two men in the hat, there were more and more wounds on his body. Qingyan gritted his steel teeth and felt extremely anxious.

Just after Fazhi was hit by another deep knife in the back, he did not go in and back and ran away and flew away the person who had the sword. Then he quickly rushed to the side of the man who was shocked by the lion's roar. He quickly poked out his right hand and took out something from his body.

Qingyan looked carefully and found that it was the wax pill that the man in the hat had taken before. It seemed that Fazhi would get the thing he wanted to get with a knife on his back. It was this thing.

After looking at the wax ball in his hand, Fazhi pondered for a moment, then crushed it without hesitation, and then put the object in it in his mouth.

"The Praise Pill is made of. Its function is to squeeze out all the potential of a person in a short period of time and burst out with strength that is several times better than his usual ones. However, the word Praise Praise is not a false reputation. Once the medicine is effective within half an hour, the person who takes the medicine will have a broken meridian and die of exhaustion, and will never be spared."

At this time, Qingyan realized that the Pure Land Pill was so sinister and vicious. He also thought that Fazhi had taken the Pure Land Pill, and thought that he wanted to die with the enemy.

"Since I have taken this paradise, I have cut off my own way of retreat. What I want to tell you is that even if I die, I will never die under your tiny swords!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fazhi shot out like a sharp arrow, his hands formed claws, and instantly grabbed the cover of a man in the hat. The man in the hat was killed instantly by this thunder attack. The man in the hat mixed with the cracked brain and sprayed on Fazhi.

Before another man with a hat came to his senses, Fazhi had already deceived his body, stretched out his five fingers with his right hand and pierced his body.

During a few breaths, two men with strong martial hats were tortured like pigs and dogs. This visual impact was simply unparalleled for Qing Yan and the master. I think Fa Zhi was seriously injured. After taking the Jile Pill, his strength was so terrifying!

After killing the two of them, Fa Zhi stood there. He looked at the night sky in the east and then walked towards the bamboo forest. When he reached the edge of the bamboo forest, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood as dark as ink and fell to the ground.

The master of the hall looked at Fazhi, who was covered in wounds, and thought in his mind that if he went up to kill him now, if he still had enough energy, he would definitely not be his opponent. But if he didn't kill him, the monk would die because of that pill. At that time, if the person who hired him was dependent on the three thousand taels, it would be a loss.

Without much hesitation, the master of the hall made a move and took a knife and touched it out. Seeing that the master of the hall actually got up, Qingyan was a little stunned, and then he followed him out as if he was uncontrollably.

After walking a few steps, Qingyan finally made up his mind.

Thinking that although he was raised and recreated by the Qingzhu Gang, he was worthy of Qingzhu for more than ten years. However, the kindness of Monk Fazhi to him has not been repayed. Although he knew that he would die, if he died under the sword of the hall master, his heart would never be at peace.

After making up his mind, Qingyan rushed to the master and stopped him.

Seeing Qingyan like this, the hall master was a little surprised and asked, "Qingyan, what do you mean?"

Qingyan took a deep breath and replied, "Master, this monk is in his life. Why do you have to settle him personally? You might as well let him die for himself, it's fine."

Hearing Qingyan's words, the master was not able to say that if he didn't kill him in person, the subsequent 3,000 taels would be like a castle in the air. So he could only say with a stern face: "Qingyan, are you confused? This monk is the one we should kill in Qingzhu Gang. Have you forgotten the rules for the gang? Get out of here quickly!"

"Master!"

Suddenly, Qingyan roared, which scared the master of the hall. Qingyan asked loudly: "Although the villain is just a small gang member of the Qingzhu Gang, I also know that since the establishment of the sect of the mountains, I also know that there have been eight iron gang rules. Among them, four kills, the villain has always kept it in mind. One kills the criminals to go to the treason, the second kills the relatives and friends, the third kills his wife and daughter, and the fourth kills the evil gentry and bully. The master of the hall, the villain dares to ask which monk has committed!"

Qingyan's loud questioning caught the master even more off guard. He couldn't say that he was for money. After hesitating for a moment, he could only grit his teeth and growled: "Qingyan, I will give you another last chance. If you don't let go, don't blame the master for being rude!"

"If the master of the hall has to take action, he can only cross the villain's body!" After that, Qingyan was already standing in front of him.

Looking at Qing Yan, who was crazy about gaining and losing his heart, the master of the hall was also angry and said anxiously: "Okay! OK! Qing Yan, you, an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, I, Qing Zhu, helped save your life back then. You not only openly disobeyed the order, but also looked at your master with a knife. It seems that you want to abduct!"

"Master, don't be Qingyan ignorant. Killing this monk was not the instructor of the Qingzhu Gang, but you and the deputy master were bought for 5,000 taels. If the helm or gang leader knows this way, do you think you can still say these words?" Qingyan felt that since he had broken up, he simply stopped scruples and exposed the secret of the master.

Seeing that his little abacus was placed on the surface, the hall master did not hesitate and roared: "I will kill you, the traitor!"

Qingyan naturally did not avoid any evasion, swung his knife forward, and fought with the hall master.
Chapter completed!