This Liao Baishou is one of the elders of the outer sect, and the strange stone temple is the sword concept in charge of the arsenal in the Lushan sword temple. Knowing that Ling Qingshu was driven to the yamen by the Yeluo Fort Lord, he came to rescue him on purpose. Originally, it was only known that Hong Jiu was a member of the court, but as soon as he fought, he knew it was wrong. Lushan Jianguan has a close relationship with the imperial court, and has always been familiar with the direction of the imperial court masters. With the high level of martial arts cultivation of this ragged young man, he should not be a nameless person in any case.
Liao Baishou stared at Ling Qingshu, like a sword staring at his heart.
"Qingshu, Guanzhu sent you here to promote the prestige of my school, how did you end up so embarrassed." And the strange stone view is based on the protection of collections, so I really don't know much about Ling Qingshu's temperament.
"It's all that bitch who seduced me, trying to ruin the reputation of my Lushan Sword View!"
"Is there such a thing?"
Ling Qingshu turned his eyes and glared at Ming Suwen who was fighting with the disciples, feeling aggrieved for a while. Clenching fists, nails pierced deep into the flesh. While Liao Baishou was talking to Hong Jiu, he moved to Ming Suwen's side...
Liao Baishou stared at Hong Jiu: "Who is your Excellency?"
"The second head of Ye Luobao is surnamed Hong."
"It turned out to be the second master of Yeluobao. Disrespectful and disrespectful."
Hong Jiu said impatiently: "Fight fast, let go of the fart, I'm waiting for the skin and bones."
Liao Baishou said with a smile: "That's okay. It's just that the second head of Hong's family has Yaxing, but it may not be like this. I was ordered to save people, but I brought more than one person with me."
"how?"
"I came sooner, but the five hundred swordsmen I led are still behind me. Hong Er is a master of martial arts, but I don't know if he has the confidence to deal with more than five hundred swordsmen at the same time."
"What do you want?"
"It's very simple, let Qing Shu go. He is the spectator of Moon Night View in the future, and he can't be hurt in front of me."
Hong Jiu folded his arms and seemed to be lost in thought.
"Second master, think about it..."
"Do you still need to think about it?" Hong Jiu spread his hands and said, "Ling Qingshu will be escorted to the yamen, this is the only ending I can accept."
"Stubborn!"
The sword light suddenly rose, and Liao Baishou slashed with a sword, as fast as lightning, which was several times faster than Ling Qingshu's one-stop action. Hong Jiu did not dodge or evade, holding his arms and still thinking in place.
Liao Baishou thought: I succeeded!
Hearing a loud bang, the tactile feedback from the tip of the sword was as if a sword had been stabbed on the rock. At some point, a young man with inch hair stood in front of Hong Jiu. The sword just stabbed straight into his face, but the azure steel sword not only failed to pierce his face, but instead fled.
"This is-"
The little four touched his cheek: "It hurts so much, I almost stabbed a hole."
Hong Jiu Yang said: "How?"
The little four turned back and smiled: "All done."
Liao Baishou didn't know what they were talking about, and looked at them both in surprise.
"What, don't understand what we're saying? Let our people tell you, come out!"
In the mountains and forests, a slight and regular noise suddenly spread like a honeycomb, and six or seven men in black came out.
"Battle report."
"Reporting to the second master, there were people lurking in the southeast of the mountain, and they were all wiped out just now. There are a total of 213 people, and they are all wiped out."
"Five hundred and nine people passed by in the northwest of Yeluo Mountain. It was confirmed that they belonged to Lushan Jianguan Gate, and all of them have been swept away."
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Going forward, the preparations for Lushan Jianguan's preparation to attack Yeluo Fort were revealed one by one, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Liao Baishou opened his eyes wide and said angrily, "You, how could you!"
"If someone walks within ten miles of their sphere of influence and still doesn't notice it, we deserve to disappear. But since we have discovered it, we have to ask you to disappear."
If things are as he says, their position is very dangerous. Liao Baishou is indeed a master.
"Qingshu, follow me, Shishu will take you out of the siege... Qingshu?"
At first glance, Ling Qingshu was nowhere to be seen, and Ming Suwen in the distance also disappeared, shouting, "You hid my Qingshu nephew in—"
Halfway through the words, the voice stopped abruptly.
The last picture he saw in his eyes was a tall and thin young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and sighing up to the sky.
"Hey, after waiting for a long time, this is gone. It's really boring, and it's not challenging at all."
After all, he threw away a new 100-pound mace in his hand. It was painted with black liquid and blood stained.
"Why haven't you come back?"
"Don't be Big Brother Ling doing errands in the woods."
"Don't bring us, Big Brother Ling's habit of eating alone is really ugly."
"What are you eating alone?"
"It's not—ah! You?!"
It was the six master sons of martial arts who followed Ling Qingshu. They stayed by the lake and waited for the good news, but Ling Qingshu had been there for too long. The six of them were impatient, waiting and complaining all the way. Who knew that Ling Qingshu did not wait, but waited for the beggar.
And it's not just him, behind him, apart from the little three and the four he had seen in the main hall, there were also a group of people in black with unknown origins, who looked inexplicably strange.
Hong Jiu walked over with a smile and threw a person on the ground.
The faces of these six were so frightened that they naturally knew Liao Baishou's position in the Mount Lujian Temple. Even he planted other people can imagine. Without Ling Qingshu's courage, these six people still had the courage to resist, and immediately shouted.
"What do you want! My father is Jiangxi Yuchangjian!"
"Oh?" Hong Jiu said with a smile: "Yuchangjian is a character, his son really doesn't look like him. I have to do a blood test for you to see if it's your own!" With a slap and a fan, the fish-intestine sword master fell to the ground immediately.
The origins of these people are actually not small, but they can't help but lose their color in front of the White King and the Seven Crowns. So embarrassed to mention it. At this time, life and death were at stake, but they had to use their father and mother's reputation as a shield, but instead they found a good fight.
Except for the wind knife, the other five knelt down in fright, and all four chose to escape.
Hong Jiu watched coldly and took out a handful of lychees from his arms. The second master knew this fierce battle from the moment he descended the mountain, and he had already prepared fruit to moisten his throat. He slowly peeled the lychees and watched the four escape. Putting a fresh, full of water, crystal clear nephrite white meat into the mouth, with a big hand, a silver light flashed.
Three screams came out immediately.
The three young masters were all hit with a caltrop on their backs.
"Run, run, run, run, can you run away?"