Even if the martial arts of the Lord Shengniutang are more than one point worse than the many Lords, if he does not have any real talent and knowledge, no matter how much he spent back then, he would not have bought the position of the Lord.

Perhaps among the 136 masters of the Qingzhu Gang, he is the one who is promoted to the Niutang master. What Qingyan relies on is just a wild path that has been cultivated in the market for many years. In addition to being difficult to reach the elegant hall, he will certainly not be invincible when encountering a decent opponent.

So Qingyan and the hall master were fighting back and forth, and the match was evenly matched. Before they knew it, the two had already passed dozens of moves, and during this period, the sword light and sword shadows filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, Qingyan staggered, his steps were chaotic, revealing a flaw. The master of the hall naturally would not miss this opportunity. He only saw his eyes shining, holding the knife in both hands, and slid from bottom to top toward Qingyan's chest.

In the midst of lightning, Qingyan leaned back and used a decent iron bridge, barely avoiding the attack. The master of the hall obviously did not expect that his hard-working sword would be resolved like this.

But everything is in Qingyan's calculations. Qingyan deliberately sold a flaw in order to deceive the master of the hall to use this move, because he knew that although the master of the hall had a huge power, it had a fatal weakness, that is, when he used this attack with his hands, a huge flaw would appear on his waist.

Qingyan grabbed this point and after using the iron bridge, he kicked the master's blade directly upward with one leg. After turning over, he put his feet into full force and kicked it backwards violently, and the short knife in his hand went straight to the master's ribs.

This carefully calculated combo, with the skills of the hall master, even if his mind was aware of it, his body would definitely not be able to react in time. He could only look at Qingyan's short knife in horror and stabbed into his body hard.

Qingyan succeeded in one blow, without stopping, and raised his wrist upwards, taking advantage of the situation to cut more than ten times in a row. It was really a matter of taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

The gushing blood sprayed on Qingyan's face, but he didn't care. He understood that tonight was a life-and-death situation. Since the master of the hall dared to take action, the wait would definitely be forever.

When the master collapsed on the ground and was motionless, Qingyan raised his sore arm just in case and stabbed the master's neck. Seeing that he was dead and could no longer die, Qingyan fell to the ground and gasped.

Although it was not the first time to kill someone, Qingyan still trembled all over at this moment, not for anything else, but because he killed him, but a hall master of the world's largest gang will never have peace for the rest of his life, and he may have to die forever.

Qingyan looked up at the night sky, smiled bitterly, then got up and walked towards Fazhi.

When he walked to his side, he found that Fazhi was actually lying on the ground and smiling at him, looking very peacefully. This scene scared Qingyan so much that he took a small step back and asked, "Master, how do you feel?"

After saying this, Qingyan wanted to slap himself. Isn’t this nonsense? He was convinced of the poisonous paradise and was about to burp. He even asked how he felt, he was so stupid.

Fazhi did not care about Qingyan's words, but said weakly: "Donor Qing, can you help me to rest in the bamboo forest ahead?"

Qingyan quickly nodded vigorously, then carefully carried Fazhi and walked into the bamboo forest. After finding a clean place, he held Fazhi and sat down with a bamboo. Seeing Fazhi's face as white paper, Qingyan felt very uncomfortable and sighed softly.

"Green Donor, why do you sigh? But are you sad and sad?" Fazhi was still concerned about Qingyan at this time.

Qingyan was helpless and replied, "Master, there is no sad thing in my heart. Even if there is, it is not as good as your current situation." After a pause, he said, "Master, there is no way out of life after taking the Pure Land Pill? Is there no exception? If there is, please tell me quickly that even if Qingyan is crushed to pieces, he will find a good recipe for you."

Hearing this, Fazhi burst into laughter, but his breath was very weak, and said, "Donor Qing, let's not mention this method for now. Can you tell me that you wanted to kill me tonight, but not only did you not take action, but also killed your hall master with your own hands. Why?"

Qingyan recalled what had just happened and whispered: "Master, we drank and talked all night that night. You already knew my experience. Qingzhu helped me save me in my cradle. Without them, I might not know which beast's belly would have entered now." Speaking of this, Qingyan felt a little melancholy.

But then, Qingyan's eyes became firm and said, "But, for so many years, I have been in the Qingzhu Gang, and I have been asking myself that I am worthy of the Qingzhu Gang. But Master, you have saved your life the night before, and Qingyan has not yet repaid it. That night, you left without saying goodbye. I thought there was no chance to repay you again, but I didn't expect that it would be like this when I saw you again."

He looked up at the stars in the sky and said, "If the master dies because of the Pure Land Pill, then there is nothing I can do, but if I let the master die under the master's sword, then the conscience here will never be at peace in my life."

Qingyan then pointed at his chest with two fingers.

When Fazhi heard the explanation, he smiled and said, "It's good to value affection and righteousness, distinguish right from wrong, it's good." Qingyan shook his head and smiled bitterly. These praises mean nothing to him. It's better to quickly say if there is a way to circulate. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Fazhi.

"Donor Qing, do you know why I have so much difficulty dealing with these little kids?"

Qingyan also asked in confusion: "That's right, although my martial arts are mediocre, I can also see that Master Tonight has absolutely any physical problems, but I can't think of any reason yet."

At this time, Fazhi lifted away his torn robes and the maroon inside, and then it revealed a piece of black skin, with some thick purple stripes on it, which was very terrifying and ferocious.

"Master, are you?"

"That night, after I left without saying goodbye, I wanted to go to Wuling, but before I left the city, I met a woman holding a baby and sitting on the side of the road crying. Of course, I couldn't ignore it, so I went up to ask. The woman told me that she was a resident of a nearby village and that her child had a sudden illness, but the doctor in the village could not treat it, so I went to Fanning City overnight for medical treatment."

Fazhi said so much in one breath, and his breath was a little distracted. He paused for a while, and then said, "I understand a little bit of the apricot forest technique, so I want to see the child. Just as I took the child, a stinging pain came from my waist." Then he smiled bitterly: "The swagger is not a baby at all, and as for that woman, she is even less an ordinary person."

"At this time, what appeared in her hand was the poisoned "Lan Gong". This thing was a centipede of six inches long and very bright. Its color was seven colors on her body, colorful and colorful. However, although it was a good appearance, it was the supreme poison. Even if I were a monk, I could not detach the poison in a short time."

After hearing this, Qing Yan had already understood that although there were traps everywhere, it would never end here, otherwise he and the master would not have ambushed here. Then he asked: "What happened later? Wuling was in the south of Fancheng, why did the master come to the east of Fancheng?"

"Haha, this is the sinister thing about the person behind the scenes. The woman succeeded and quickly fled. I was poisoned so much that I couldn't chase after. I originally wanted to find a secluded place to stabilize the poison, but wave after wave of mysterious killers drove me here. The three people I killed just now happened to be the thirteenth batch. What I puzzled me was that they could rush up, but obviously they didn't want to kill me immediately, as if they were driving me in one direction. When I heard the conversation between you and the Lord Shengniutang just now, I already knew the viciousness of this plan."

Sure enough, this set of ambush was obviously one by one, and it was carefully planned.

"Killing me is indeed the purpose of these people, but their purpose is not simply to kill, but who will kill in the end!" Speaking of this, Fazhi coughed violently, accompanied by a mouthful of black blood, which was shocking.

Qingyan quickly stepped forward, held Fazhi's body and said anxiously: "Master, you have a good rest and stop talking."

Fazhi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I must say these words to you. The purpose of these little girls is to be the people of your Qingzhu Gang to complete the last attack. I have guessed the purpose, which is to blame your Qingzhu Gang. Think about it, if the Qingzhu Gang killed one of the four gods of Apocalypse in Zhanlu Temple, what a bloody storm that the Jianghu Lake would face."

Zhanlu Temple? The Four Divine Monks of Apocalypse?

Before Qingyan could show his shock, he saw Fazhi coughing out a mouthful of black blood in pain, and then took the speech, "Master, you understand what you said. Just now, when you arrived outside the bamboo forest, the three men in the hat knew that there was a dying paradise, but they still took the death pill of Prayer, in order to further weaken your strength and allow us to have the ability to kill you."

Fazhi no longer forced himself, and looked at Qingyan with a smile, encouraging him to continue talking.

"If the Lord Xiahe takes action seriously, then we will definitely be unable to escape death, because no matter what the motive is, the Qingzhu Gang will definitely use our direct murderer as a warning to you at the first time. However, we killed one of the four monks of the Apocalypse in Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain, and we are not as good as ten thousand. Even if the Lord Xiahe died, it would be an inevitable battle in the end."

When Qingyan said this, cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He knew that since he took over the master's job the day before yesterday, he had entered a situation of death.

Fazhi smiled a little gloatingly at this time, "But these little girls never expected that you would have a huge change in the middle of the way. In their eyes, you were an abandoned son who was as lowly as an ant, but you, the abandoned son, actually took the killing situation. Hahaha, they did not do it well, but they did not do it well."

After saying that, there was another severe cough.
Chapter completed!