Chapter 51: It's over for now
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The sounding arrow brought out a long tail of smoke, rushed into the blue sky, and burst into flames.
With Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, everyone in Zhuangzi stopped their actions.
This is the first time Zhang Sanfeng has gone down the mountain in the past ten years.
The last time I went down the mountain, it was because of Wudang Yu Sanxia. I went to Songshan North Shaolin to speak.
Guo Jing was poisoned gradually because of his forceful luck, and fell into a coma at this time.
"Hand over the antidote!"
Qiao Feng's black hair was flying, and his raised right arm seemed to be surrounded by a dragon. He glared at the blood knife ancestor who was seriously injured, as if he would strike immediately at the next breath.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, and with Qiao Feng staring at him, the Blood Knife Patriarch was naturally not a fool.
"Master Qiao, that thing was given by Ding Chunqiu, you can ask him for it, the ancestor doesn't have it here!"
Hearing this, Qiao Feng stared sideways at Ding Chunqiu at the door.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ding Chunqiu's face. After seeing Zhang Sanfeng, he wanted to sneak away without knowing it. No matter what he thought, he almost succeeded and was betrayed by the blood knife ancestor.
"Xue Dao, you old ugly ghost, I will settle accounts with you when the old fairy returns!" '
Cursing in his heart, Ding Chunqiu still smiled on the surface, "I'll give the antidote to Chief Qiao!"
Ding Chunqiu flicked his sleeves and threw out a porcelain bottle.
Qiao Feng used the Capture Dragon Kung Fu, sucked it in his palm, and stared at Ding Chunqiu suspiciously.
He couldn't believe that Ding Chunqiu handed over the antidote so easily.
"Master Qiao, show the antidote to my little sister."
After Huang Rong took it, she took out the elixir, sniffed it, glanced at Ding Chunqiu for a while, and then gave it to Guo Jing.
After taking the elixir, Guo Jing's complexion returned to normal, and his blood was no longer abnormal.
"The old fairy still has something to do in Xingxiu Sea, so I won't accompany you any longer!"
Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan, walked towards the door in a slow and unhurried manner, seeing that Qiao Feng and Zhang Sanfeng did not catch up, he used his lightness kung fu and ran wildly.
the other side.
Zhang Sanfeng held a real martial arts sword, and was dressed in a pure white Taoist robe without wind, facing Dongfang Bubai from afar.
"Master Zhang, these evil Mongolian monks are shameless, and asked Master Zhang to lead us to kill them on the spot."
"Yes, these people came to our Central Plains with evil intentions and malicious intentions! We must not let them go!"
"There are also these evil monsters who collude with people.
The upright master who bullied us just now is not here, and injured so many people, you are here, Zhang Zhenren, you must give us a sigh of relief! "
...
Calls sounded one after another, Zhang Sanfeng's face was still calm, his half-closed eyes were like an ancient well without waves.
"Namo Amitabha, the little monk has met Master Zhang, if Master Zhang is fine, the little monk and a few fellow disciples will leave first."
Yang Lian Zhenjia, who had a sickly ruddy complexion, smiled and made a Buddhist salute to Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him, and calmly said: "Take the old Tao's sword, and the old Tao will spare your life!"
These words were extremely calm, but with a faint killing intent.
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng said that he wanted to let them go, all the warriors from the Song dynasty blushed and uttered angrily.
"We can't let him go, these evil monks are not good people!"
"Our Lujiazhuang group of heroes gathered, can we let these scumbags leave safely!"
...
Yang Lian Zhenjia coughed blood, and cast his eyes on Dongfang Bubai standing on the eaves.
"Then let me...have a fight with Daoist Zhang."
Zhang Sanfeng's snow-white long eyebrows couldn't help frowning, "Dongfang Hierarch wants to have a fight with the old Taoist today?"
"With short hands, we still have to do something."
Dongfang Bubai's tone was a bit playful, and he played with the several embroidery needles between his slender fingers. These embroidery needles were somehow so dazzling that no one dared to look at them closely.
Yang Lian Zhenjia breathed a sigh of relief, circled around, and shouted:
"Benefactors, when you competed, you didn't say the size of the ring, nor did you say how to determine the winner. Just now, Gangzhu Qiao made a sudden move, so it's no wonder the little monk stopped him."
As soon as these words came out, the knights from the Song Dynasty and the disciples of the Beggar Clan began to spit out their mouths on the spot.
"Bah! You Mongolian dog, you are so shameless!"
"I haven't seen anyone who was kicked out of the ring and returned to the stage."
"What a bunch of shameless people!"
...
Listening to these words, there are people who are constantly approaching.
Yang Lian Zhenjia's face was extremely ugly, and after glancing at Zhang Sanfeng who were still confronting each other, he said loudly:
"Could it be that you want to bully people as much as possible?"
Hearing this, the disciples of the beggar gang spat all over the place: "So what if you bully you! You don't follow the rules, and you say that there are many people in the Central Plains Wulin who bully others? Shameless!"
Pat, clack, clack...
There was a heavy, rapid but dense galloping sound suddenly, and the ground shook slightly. After a while, hundreds of Mongolians riding tall horses and wearing machetes at their waists appeared.
If Yang Guo was still awake, he would definitely be able to recognize that the leader of these Mongols was Mu Yun from that day's inn.
"Why do you think you can't escape just because of this person!"
"Hehehe..."
Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled without saying a word, took out another medicine of sleepy flesh and took it.
suppress the injury.
"It's not good, it's not good, the Mongolian soldiers knocked at the pass, and all the heroes of the rivers and lakes are invited to help!"
A scout from Song Dynasty who was sweating profusely, dressed in a fiery red beard, and rode a fast horse shouted hastily.
heard the words.
The heroes of the rivers and lakes who have the ambition to fight against Mongolia are all impatient, and even glared at Yang Lian Zhenjia and others, wishing to eat them alive.
"Everyone, why don't we take a step back each other? If we are allowed to leave safely, I will definitely persuade the prince to retreat. After all, I don't want to see people dying..."
At this time, everyone was undecided and turned their attention to Qiao Feng and Zhang Sanfeng. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Qiao Feng looked at Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng sighed in his heart, walked out step by step, lowered his head slightly to stare at Yang Lian Zhenjia, and said calmly: "The old Taoist will give you a chance, if the Mongols outside the pass do not retreat, the old Taoist doesn't mind going to Yuandu, and have a good exchange of ideas with your master experience."
Yang Lian Zhenjia had a smile on his cheeks, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
"If Master Zhang is willing to come here, the teacher will definitely be happy."
"get out."
Yang Lian Zhenjia nodded again and again, rushed out of Lujiazhuang with Jinlun and others, jumped on the fast horse, and disappeared in front of everyone.
"I ask you to take over the responsibility for the matter after Gangzhu Qiao, and the old man will go and see how Yang Xiaoyou's injury is."
Qiao Feng nodded, and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, did you follow Qiao to Dasheng Pass! When those Mongols retreat, let's come back to eat meat and drink in big bowls!"
Qiao Feng has been in the arena for more than ten years, and he has been the head of the Northern Beggars' Gang for nearly ten years. His status in the arena is not low, and everyone immediately echoed him.
Qiao Feng, Lu Youjiao and others led the crowd to Dasheng Pass.
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Night, dark clouds cover the moon.
"Come on! Come on!"
Guo Jing woke up from a room at this time and shouted excitedly.
Huang Rong was waiting in front of the bed, not asleep yet, her face full of worry.
"Rong'er, how is Guo'er, how is Guo'er!"
Hearing this, thoughts flashed across Huang Rong's eyes, and she comforted her, "It's all over now, brother Jing, rest first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow..."
"No, Guo'er vomited so much blood just now, how can I rest assured, Rong'er help me up, I'll go and see him!"