When the old man heard the words, his face immediately became angry, and he said with a wicked smile: "The yellow-haired boy doesn't know what's good or bad. I'll give you an arm first, so that you know how powerful I am!" He waved his sword and slashed at Wen Heng.
Fan Yang, who was supported by one enemy and two, was gradually showing signs of decline. At this moment, when he saw Wen Heng being captured by the traitor, his eyes were about to split. He immediately turned around and raised his sword to save him, "Young Master!"
Only hearing two sounds of "puchi", two knives attacked from behind at the same time, one slashed the shoulder blade and the other stabbed the right leg. Fan Yang couldn't dodge, stumbled to the ground, and threw the long sword in his hand desperately. However, his strength was limited after all. The old man waved away easily. At this moment, another figure rushed out from the shadow of the incense case, flew towards Wen Heng, dragged him to roll on the ground for half a circle, and used his body as a barrier to block the tip of the sword pointed at his back.
The old man didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would kill him halfway through. He was stunned for a moment, and then fixed his eyes on the man. He couldn't help laughing, and mockingly said: "The little prince has raised two good and loyal dogs."
Wen Heng couldn't care about the rib that hurt from the hit, and sat up with A Que shivering in his arms.
Among the four characters "old, weak, sick and disabled", three of them are masters and servants, and they are so weak that they are even a little pitiful. Huang Ying Gang's name shouted loudly, but in fact it was just a local snake in Tianmen City. It was rare for people to be grandfathers, and most of them were grandsons. The old man has lived for fifty years. Today, the blind cat met a dead mouse, and he even robbed someone of such a high status as the Prince of Qing, and he was about to make a fortune. He was quite complacent, consciously stepping on Wen Heng under his feet, no matter how much he struggled, it was just a joke, he simply said, "What other rhetoric do you have, let's listen to it together."
Wen Heng said: "I have no grievances with your gang in the past, but recently we have no enmity, but today we were besieged and blocked for nothing. It is really puzzled."
The old man snorted and said, "Little lord, don't pretend to be stupid, your wanted notices are posted everywhere in Tianmen City, and anyone who captures the remnants of the party will be rewarded with silver. If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad fate. God taught you to bump into my hands today."
"Oh?" Wen Heng said, "Then dare to ask Mr., do you want to be arrested to death or to be arrested alive?"
The old man was startled, but he was actually stopped by him. After thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't remember what the wanted warrant said. He murmured in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Whether he is dead or alive, as long as you are in my hands, are you afraid that the money will run away?"
At the juncture of life and death, Wen Heng actually laughed: "That's good. Anyway, I can't resist now. In that case, you can kill me and try to see if you can get the hundred taels of silver from the government."
The old man saw that he was aggressive, and said coldly: "Boy, I advise you to be honest and not play tricks."
Wen Heng also said proudly: "I only want to persuade Your Excellency to think twice. If you hand me alive into the hands of the government, I will pay it back. If you raise the leader and receive the reward, I am afraid that your gang will only be destroyed in a short time."
This was said very hard. Seeing the old man being frightened by him, Wen Heng became more assertive and asked aggressively: "Your Excellency, you are not curious why I am the heir, but this life is only worth a hundred taels of silver? Don't you want to know? , where did the knife hanging over your head come from?"
While the two were talking, the sound of fighting gradually subsided. One was that the two sides were indistinguishable from each other, each with their own injuries, and the other was that the temple was empty. Every word of Wen Heng could be heard far away, and it was what they were most concerned about. The money made the members of the Huang Ying Gang unconsciously distracted and listened carefully to what he said next.
After all, the old man is experienced, he noticed something wrong, and realized that everyone had been led astray by Wen Heng, his hand holding the sword tightened, the blade of the sword pressed against Wen Heng's neck, and he gritted his teeth and warned: "If you continue to make up nonsense and delay, it will only be too late. Dead for a while—"
"Exactly." Wen Heng said with a slight smile, "It is best for everyone to be alive, but since your Excellency insists on killing me, anyway, I will die both horizontally and vertically, and I will pull the Yellow Eagle Gang as a backer, although it is not worth it, I have no choice but to do so. ."
Finally, someone in the Yellow Eagle Gang couldn't hold back, and shouted loudly, "Young mother-in-law, what are you talking about, just say it!"
Wen Heng was missing something to talk to, and when he heard this, he immediately answered it smoothly.
"The death of my late parents was a shocking and unjust case. The talk of treason is just a cover to hide from the public. The emperor's real intention is to rob a long-lost and peerless secret book in the hands of my father. Heroes. You must have heard of the "Tianhe Treasure Scroll" hidden in Danai. But the first-class divine art in the world is actually a fragment, and half of the fragments are left in the rivers and lakes. My father was entrusted by an old friend many years ago on his deathbed to preserve it. roll."
What he said was not entirely a lie. There were nine masters in the Great Inner Ban, and it was said that all of them were excellent in martial arts, all because of the practice of "Tianhe Treasure Scroll". Although Huang Ying Gang had never learned any high-quality martial arts, they had never eaten pork and had seen Pig Run. Naturally, they had heard of the name "Tianhe Treasure Scroll". Wen Heng added: "To be honest, in the next day, the meridians will be blocked, so I can't practice martial arts. In order to preserve this half of the secrets and not make others suspicious, my father made me familiar with this method, and I will write it down when the time is right. It will be passed down, or passed on to future generations, to carry forward this magical power and not to be monopolized by the royal family. Who knows that the fragmentary matter could not be concealed from the emperor after all. See you in the temple."
The nonsense was so true and reasonable that Fan Yang, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a while.
The old man hesitated and said, "Even if you have a secret, what if I kill you? The road is blocked by heavy snow. Who else knows besides helping Brother Zhong?"
"… "
Wen Heng sighed stupidly by this question, and kindly reminded: "But you still have to go to the leader to receive the reward."
"If I am killed by Your Excellency, and the Emperor finds out, do you think he will send an expert from within to inquire? Even if you say that you don't know about it, you won't be able to argue."
The old man was told by him that he was in the middle of nowhere. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and thought to himself, "This kid is willing to die, but he also wants to design someone to harm him. It is really amazing to have such thoughts at such a young age. terror."
He had already believed eight points in his heart. Anyway, killing Wen Heng would not do any good. If you keep him alive, you can exchange a hundred taels of silver. This business is finally profitable without losing money, so he said, "In that case, I will trust you for a while. , tell your subordinates to put down their weapons and follow me to see the official."
Seeing that his life was not in danger for the time being, Wen Heng's hanging heart finally retreated a little. As soon as he relaxed, his thoughts became more lively, so he looked down at the long sword on his neck and laughed abruptly.
The old man said vigilantly, "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Heng raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed twice, and said leisurely, "I laugh at someone who puts a thousand taels of gold and turns a blind eye, but runs around for a little bit of silver, so short-sighted, isn't it funny?"
The old man was unknowingly familiar with the tonality of his words, and he couldn't help but lead him by the nose: "What do you mean? Tell me if you have something to say."
"I just said that this fragment of martial arts that was coveted by the great masters is recorded here." He tapped his temple and said proudly, "No one in the world will know about it except me. To me, it’s nothing but waste paper, but for those who practice martial arts, learning one or two of them is enough to last a lifetime.”
"You're welcome, the Huang Ying Gang is considered a tyrant in Tianmen City. Looking at the rivers and lakes, they are just no-name soldiers. You are willing to live a mediocre life with so little money? If you can learn magic and become a martial artist At the top, fame and fortune in hand, is it more than a mere hundred taels of silver?"
The Huang Ying Gang is loose inside, which can be seen from the fact that someone just shouted. The old man has nothing to convince the crowd except for his higher martial arts. After Wen Heng fanned the flames like this, it turned out that some people were too ambitious and couldn't help asking, "Are you really willing to teach us magic skills?"
Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed beside him like a ghost, and the silver edge of the long sword flashed, silently slitting his throat, and a bright red blood flower burst out.
The corpse fell down suddenly, revealing the blood-stained old man on the back half of his face, described as a ghost, and said sullenly: "Who wants to learn magic?"
The appearance was really terrifying, A Que was so frightened that his body shook violently, Wen Heng immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes, pressed it back into his arms, and commented calmly: "This old gentleman has a quick movement and a lot of internal energy. The sword is sluggish and there are too many flaws, I think it is because I use the sword all the year round, and I am not used to using the sword."
The old man's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand and threw the long sword in front of him, "choking": "Since you claim to have practiced magic, then come and show me a few tricks, and let me see if this magic is gold. Wanliang, it's still the cowhide you blow through the sky."
Wen Heng stared at the long sword, and said happily after a while: "If that's the case, then it is better to be respectful than to obey."
He still had a high fever, his lips were pale, and his cheeks were morbidly flushed. Venus was flying around in front of him, and he had to lean on a sword to stand firm.
A Que tried to help him with tears in her eyes, but Wen Heng gently pushed him and said, "A Que, stand behind me."
Fan Yang could never have imagined that things would turn into this situation. He knew exactly what level Wen Heng was. He had no internal skills. There is absolutely no strength to fight back.
When he went to compare swords with that old monster, didn't he obviously go up and die
Fan Yang remembered the old battle with Chu Bailing in the past, and wished he could get up and take it on for him. However, he was badly wounded, bleeding profusely when he moved. Wen Heng put his hands behind his back and waved to him, indicating that he was fine, and said to the old man in a hollow voice: "Sir, I have seen it too, I have no inner strength at all, and now I am sick, which is worse than an ordinary scholar. I will use the fourth chapter 'Peach Branch Sword Art' to ask Mr.
The old man believed in his heart that he would not be able to make any troubles as a sick child, and he promised to pull out the sword with his backhand. The blade was blue and gleaming, and at a glance, it was a well-maintained, sharp-edged sword, but Wen Heng's hand was just an ordinary iron sword, which could be cut off if he was not careful. At a glance. Even if everyone in Huang Ying Gang was stunned by Wen Heng before, he couldn't help but feel shaken at this moment, feeling that it was too outrageous.
Wen Heng held the sword in his right hand, pointed obliquely, and said loudly to the Huang Ying Gang, "This sword technique is very delicate, I can only use one or two points, and I hope you all keep your eyes open and watch carefully."
The voice fell, and the old man swung his sword to attack. This person made the knife take a swift and strange path, and he was light in movement, and the momentum was extremely fast. Wen Heng was still standing in the same place without moving a step, and the tip of the opponent's knife had reached his chest. At this time, it was too late to step back, and if he raised his sword to block, he would be knocked into the air. Wen Heng simply did not dodge or evade. He twisted his wrist, raised the sword and stabbed him in the lower abdomen. The sword was slightly longer than the knife, and it was the last to come first. Before the tip of the knife stabbed Wen Heng, the old man had to be pierced first. This forced him to withdraw the knife and return to the defense, but Wen Heng seemed to have expected it. Ze point is a little empty.
If this sword stabbed, his right arm would be useless. The old man was shocked, and immediately jumped a step back, widening the distance from Wen Heng: "What kind of swordsmanship are you!"
"Come again!"
Wen Heng swung his long sword, the phantoms of the sword's tip folded out, and he stabbed ten extremely fast swords in an instant, covering the key points all over the enemy's body. . Wen Heng's sword was both light and fast, and he would never hit him head-on. Often, the sword would go away as soon as it came, and before he knew it, he used one move, and the second move was continued. Between the two of them, people without martial arts were pressing each other step by step, and those who knew martial arts retreated step by step.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already removed more than ten moves. The old man was forced to retreat near the incense case, while Wen Heng's sword was stagnant. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had reached the limit, his arms were sore and weak, and often the sword was halfway out. unsustainable.
The audience was dazzled, and unconsciously followed Wen Heng's sword tip, feeling extremely thrilling. The two fought to the point where Wen Heng missed a strike with his sword and made another move. He said loudly, "Okay, the next move is called 'Double Dragons Playing Pearls'!"
It was too late to speak, and Fan Yang, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, suddenly burst out, hugged the old man's legs, and stuck him in front of the incense table. The tip of the blade fell like a meteor, piercing the old man's throat!