The ghost-headed knife spit out blood mixed with teeth, and the blue veins on the forehead leaped straight.

Instead of being a turtle shrouded, he shouted in a muddle voice: "What kind of life do the people of Ningtai live? What kind of life do the people of Jiangnan live? Every winter, many refugees starve to death outside the city. Fengxing Pavilion cannot save them. How many brothers lived that kind of life in the past? Whoever blocked Mr. Qiu's big affairs would be unable to get along with the brothers!"

"you!"

The mountain tiger looked around and saw that most people staring at them with bad eyes, while some people subconsciously avoided eye contact.

Those who were brought here by the Ghost Head Knife thought they all supported Ning Tai's uprising.

Not to mention them, just three days ago, even the Shaking Mountain Hu thought.

Shashanhu is a shrewd person who is stupid in small matters and confused in big matters. He also knows his fault. So he has always listened to his master. Since the master sent a message to ask their brothers to stop, there is naturally a reason to stop. Shashanhu is not like other brothers who are still struggling and waiting and running out to find someone.

The Lord Qiu Pavilion issued an order to ask people from various branches to help Master Meng, so the behavior that Shahu didn't think was wrong, so he didn't even hide his whereabouts.

In fact, there is no need to hide it. There are people from all over the city. They either seek information or stop chaos. They are not at all prominent in the swaying tigers.

In fact, before finding Mo Li, Shanshanhu didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so the problem arose. Even he himself was not sure whether he could find someone. Why did these bastards come so timely? Even the Hunyuan Arrows from Pili Hall were prepared.

Moreover, the situation and situation in front of me are not the only ones to deal with me.

The tiger felt a chill in his heart.

Among his brothers, I'm afraid someone is unwilling to let go, so he betrayed the news...

"Then what?"

Mo Li suddenly spoke, looking like a passionate ghost-headed knife and the cold-hearted tiger in his heart raised their heads in shock.

Mo Li was playing with the copper plate in her hand, her five fingers were agile, and the copper plate appeared and appeared in the gap between her palms.

Everyone saw a toothache, and Guitou Dao even covered his cheeks and took a step back vigilantly.

"You want to raise trouble, and you want to rebel. Just go. Why don't you stop your brother, nicknamed Shanhu, from meeting me? Could it be that Brother Meng and I can stop you from Fengxing Pavilion and millions of strong soldiers?"

The top martial arts masters cannot stand with the army. Thousands of elite soldiers, arrow rain, and the power of hundreds of cannons, no matter what kind of master you have to escape.

Mo Li said something about emotion and reason, and everyone looked at each other for a moment.

The people in Fengxing Pavilion knew the power in Meng Qi's hands best - there was no such thing as! If we didn't count the doctor Mo who had a mysterious relationship in front of us, Master Meng was alone and had no idea where he lived in seclusion in the mountain for decades, he could not find any clues.

It is necessary to know that cultivating forces, from grain, salt, charcoal, iron, to horse, grass, beans, and unless Master Meng has a peach blossom land that can be self-sufficient, no one can still hide it tightly when Fengxing Pavilion puts the effort to investigate. The people of Xiliang act in a mysterious way, and the killer organization like Piaoping Pavilion has revealed clues!

When Mo Li was reminded, the mountain-shaking tiger suddenly realized.

Guitoudao endured the toothache and talked nonsense here, of course not to anger him, but to the others around Fengxing Pavilion.

——Deduct death charges, instigation and instigation, soothe people’s hearts! Hi, the old thing!

The mountain-shaking tiger was so energetic that he could not beat his mouth and could not argue?

He whispered loudly: "Brothers, listen to me. My master, Zhanggui Bao, is old and treats several disciples as sons. Do you not worry about your parents when they hear that their children are planning to rebel? Zhanggui Bao was a military officer of the Chu Dynasty and was an old acquaintance with Master Meng in the past. He ordered his disciples to come and meet his old friends for a few times, and he committed an unforgivable crime?"

The Ghost Head Knife's expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to talk, Mo Li raised his hand, and the copper plate between his fingers reflected the dazzling sunlight.

The ghost head knife suddenly shivered and hid directly behind someone else.

"Ha ha!"

The mountain-shaking tiger pointed at the other party without mercy and laughed loudly.

This cowardly and funny look made Fengxing Pavilion masters who came with him feel very guilty.

"Brothers, this is the one who really sows the disagreement!" The mountain tiger ignored the crime on his head and deducted the charges on his head.

“How to say it?”

Finally someone responded, and the one who spoke was a skinny old man dressed in a Taoist manner.

"Bai Yu Zhenren." The mountain tiger hugged the old Taoist priest and said politely, "Why are we built Fengxing Pavilion? Isn't it just to make a living for the brothers in the world and find a reliable job for the poor. Whether it is a dock porter or a horse racing driver, we have to support our family. If the court is not kind, we will rebel against the court. There is nothing to say, but Fengxing Pavilion is not someone's thing, nor is it a certain surname. Could it be that a brother cannot act righteously because of his family's burden, so he will beat him into a traitor?"

Everyone was a little upset and began to whisper.

The old Taoist sneered and said with an ugly expression: "Everyone is willing to sacrifice his life and sacrifice his life. But some people are afraid of death and are fleeing soldiers. Isn't this a traitor?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was silent and did not dare to speak again.

Shanshanhu is a man of a twisted temperament. He originally wanted to get back to Chu, but now he feels strong resistance. The elders of Fengxing Pavilion who were originally respected also feel disgusting.

"You are coercion-"

"What nonsense, shoot arrows!"

The old Taoist priest shouted suddenly, and the sharp arrow poured out like rain.

In a hurry, I couldn't see how many Pili Hall Hunyuan Arrows were stuck inside and that I couldn't touch.

He was in a narrow alley with walls on both sides, and the mountain-shaking tiger was silent for a moment because he found that the person who shot the arrow was not the familiar people who surrounded him. He used words to move some of them, thinking that he would hesitate when he started to do it again, so that he could find a gap in the net of heaven and earth to escape.

But this time the arrow was shot, another group of masked men in black. Like the guy who had broken the bowstring and injured his hand, he didn't say anything and started to attack.

Mo Li was not chaotic, and he allowed the two sides to argue, of course not to watch the fun.

This little time was enough for him to see the surrounding terrain and the people lying in the dark.

The moli lifted his breath and spread his sleeves. Every part of the body and foot seemed casual, but it happened to face three flying arrows shot from different directions. Under the rushing, the person brushed his fingers and gently slammed the arrow body.

It's like a pipa stern, waving into rain, and arrows swaying and colliding.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out in the low alley.

The dazzling fire seemed to be a light for a person, and could only chase his back and footsteps forever, and even the exploded dust could not reach the flying corners of his clothes and robe.

"Cough cough." The mountain tiger was choked by Yanchen and then his shoulders suddenly tightened, and the person was already taken to the roof.

He looked at Mo Li with tongues. The latter looked calm, still with his hair and his clothes without being covered in dust. He could not tell that this man had solved the rain of arrows in an instant, and turned around and took himself and the vine box out of the encirclement.

At this time, Mo Li suddenly raised his hand and caught the last three flying lancets.

In order to isolate the toxicity, the palm edge is filled with internal energy.

The hidden weapon turned into powder directly between his fingers and rolled down.

"You, this..."

"Let's go!" Mo Li didn't have the heart to listen to the stuttering thanks.

The mountain-shaking tiger wiped away the cold sweat, realized that he was a completely dragging person, so he turned down the eaves and slipped away quickly.

When the dust settled, everyone only saw the black carp on the roof. Except for the change in the position where they stood, their expressions and behaviors were no different from those just now, as if they were not fire-taking arrows, but invited him to see a fireworks.

"Good Kung Fu, it's indeed..."

Taoist Bai Yu paused and couldn't continue to say anything, because Mo Li had no reputation in the world.

Even if there is, it is still circulating in the upper level of Fengxing Pavilion.

"Is he a doctor?"

The sudden sound changed Bai Yu Taoist's face.

Meng Qi patted his shoulder, but none of the people present noticed how Meng Qi appeared or how she got to Taoist Bai Yu.

Facing the weapons that were pointing at him, Meng Qi smiled relaxed and freehand, but Taoist Bai Yu was suffering.

The pain in the shoulder and back meridians was unbearable, as if they were eating poisonous insects. Taoist Baiyu tried to expel it with his true energy, but the deadly dark force burst out directly, causing the old Taoist to scream and faint.

Everyone was shocked and thought that Meng Qi had attacked Taoist Bai Yu.

Meng Qi stepped on the sword that was stabbing, and reached out to grab a masked man in black who was about to escape.

"Since they are all from Fengxingge, why are they still covering their faces?" Meng Qi sneered, and then picked up another one and threw it into the air.

The man waved his hands and feet in a panic, trying to stop throwing his body, but his body was out of control.

Just as he was about to smash the roof, Mo Li grabbed the guy's collar and tore up the masked towel.

Meng Qi's body movement was as fast as lightning, and he kept grabbing the masked man who was fleeing in a panic.

Then he threw Mo Li one by one, and in the blink of an eye, a row of people hung on the roof.

"That's Lei Lao San."

"Didn't they go back?"

The people below were talking about it, obviously surprised.

Meng Qi took a strange arrow that came from the masked man's arrow pouch and looked at it carefully.

"Master Meng is careful, this is the Hunyuan arrow from Pili Hall. Once it is shot out and hit an object, it may trigger the hidden gunpowder inside."

The speaker walked slowly, holding a folding fan in his hand, his face cold and solemn.

However, the people in Fengxingge were shocked, and some of them showed dilemma.

"People's Lord."

"Young Master..."

The chaotic sounds are divided into two categories, and they are divided into the camps at once.
To be continued...