Last time, I said: Mo Fan and Xu Yuan have been carefully following the black and white faces of the Dead Gate, but Xu Yuan thought that this was still in their hearts when they followed them in the capital, and it was not easy to be discovered, but once they arrived outside the city, it was empty and someone was following, no matter how careful they were, they were afraid that they would not escape their vigilant eyes. Therefore, Guo Mofan suddenly thought of a strange idea, he first sold Guan Zi and asked Xu Yuan to follow him to the only way to go to the Zhaoxian Pavilion outside the capital. After hearing this, Xu Yuan praised the clever plan and continued to rain with him on the outskirts of the capital.

"Hey, brother, we've all walked out of the capital, have you noticed anything unusual?" said with a black face, twisting his neck. The white face moved his hands and feet, and said: "It's autumn, the rain is really a little cool on my body, I'm almost a little cold, such a ghost weather, where will there be anything unusual, don't you see that there are no pedestrians on the bustling streets of the capital." The black face smiled and said: "What my brother said is very true, if it weren't for the young master who ordered such an important task to our brother, where would we be willing to suffer this sin, you say?" Blackface let out a long sigh, shook his sleeves, and said, "Yes, our ideas are not small, and it is not easy to bring them down." The white face disagreed, and said: "That's not it, none of them are useful, didn't the young master go to them alone before? The white face was suddenly displeased, and said: "Shao nonsense, you also saw the young master today, can you see that he looks like a seriously injured person? The black-faced one also slammed into him, and continued: "You are stupid, the young master was seriously injured last time, this time the young master may not be as serious as last time, but have you thought about it, he has fought so many good ideas, how can he not be injured, I also heard that the young master was blamed by the old master, saying that he should not use the forbidden move, the young master's forbidden move you and I have seen, that trick is ruthless, but after the end, it will definitely be self-harming, otherwise why did the young master and the old master just send us to investigate recently, and there was no extra action." Hearing him say this, the white-faced man remembered that he had seen Wan Tianba enter the demon before, his body couldn't help shaking, and said: "This, it seems to make some sense, no matter what, we have enough strength to destroy the idea." The black face patted him on the back and said, "It's better to think about the bad in everything, I also heard that the boss, the second and third of the idea haven't started yet, and I'm afraid it's not so easy to destroy the idea." The white-faced man also argued with him, so he had to say: "Okay, okay, what you said makes sense, I can't say you, no matter what, this has nothing to do with us, strategizing is the old master's business, and the specific implementation is the young master's leading thing, we follow the young master, the future must be bright, there is nothing wrong." Seeing that he had won the debate, the black-faced man also showed a smug look on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother, you have also seen the boss of the idea, what do you think of his martial arts?" The white-faced man suddenly paused, and then said: "The boss of the idea, the person at the last conference?" The black-faced man nodded slowly and replied, "That's the person." The white face rolled his eyes, the rain accidentally seeped in, he rubbed his eyes, and said: "My martial arts haven't reached that level, I can't see it, I just think that the idea boss's martial arts are unfathomable, and his marksmanship can compete with the master sword of the Shaomen." The black-faced man looked at him in surprise, approached and said, "It is worthy of being my brother, and I think the same thing, it is really difficult to judge that the two tigers are fighting." ”

The two of them kept chatting in a low voice, and soon they came to the only way to the Recruiting Hall. Suddenly, a loud voice came into their ears: "Hmph, don't run if you have the ability, fight with me in the rain for five hundred rounds, if you fight, I admire you." As soon as these words fell, a slightly immature voice came from the front: "Hehe, I won't run, today I will beat you to a pulp, like the mud under my feet, and I will never be able to get up." The white-faced one was very puzzled, and the black-faced alertness immediately swelled up, and said, "Brother, the two people in front of us are not good, we should be more careful." The white-faced monk was also puzzled, and said: "We won't encounter any martial arts competitions, right?" The white-faced one also nodded in agreement and said, "Brother, either let's take a detour, or let's go back." The black face was also hesitant at the moment, and said: "Go back, how can we explain to the young master when we go back, we didn't investigate anything, so we came back, and then told the young master that I met two suspicious people in the rivers and lakes who were fighting on a rainy night on the way, do you think the young master would believe what we said?" The white-faced one also looked sad and said: "If I were the young master, I wouldn't believe it." The black-faced scolded: "The number of smart and witty people is much more powerful than you and me, you won't believe it, so will he believe it?" The white face was full of innocence, and said: "Then what do you say, either let's take a detour, or let's wait for them to finish?" The black-faced looked at the surrounding terrain, it was dark, and then said: "No way, the road in front is the only way to get to the point place, and it is useless for us to detour, so we have to get drenched here in the rain first, and wait for them to finish." The white-faced sighed and said helplessly: "I'm going to suffer in vain again." ”

"Why don't you make a move?" the loud voice continued, but the immature man said: "It's up to you, and I should strike first, you must find me to compete, do you want me to do it." The Hongliang man snorted coldly, and stabbed directly with the gun, the gun in his hand was dark and dull, coupled with the darkness around him, it was like an invisible blade to assassinate the opponent in an instant, and the immature person was also powerful, such a fast marksmanship, the copper hammer in his right hand was directly opened and blocked, and said: "Hmph, your trick can only deal with those incompetent people in the rivers and lakes, how can you hurt me?" The Hongliang man roared angrily, turned over and hit the gun, the immature man's left hand copper hammer was separated, and the right hand copper hammer hit the opponent's chest, and the tip of the Hongliang man's gun was a little on the copper hammer, and he flew out directly by force. When the immature man saw him walking away, he shouted: "Hmph, don't run, dare to confront me head-on?" The Hongliang man didn't seem to pay attention to him, but just turned around and said: "Huangkou Xiaoer, don't chase after him quickly, the mud here is not conducive to me to exert my full strength." After saying that, a step flew directly to the black and white face, and the immature man was not to be outdone, and chased straight up, seeing that the two were about to come to their vicinity.

The black-faced one felt that something was wrong, and immediately said: "Brother, we don't know the other party's origin and intentions now, let them fight, let's go over quickly." Whiteface understood, and while the two of them were fighting, he ran over from the side with Blackface. The bright man seemed to have already guessed their thoughts, and immediately changed the direction of light work, fell in front of them and stopped, a dark spear blocked the two of them, and the black and white face was suddenly taken aback and speechless. The Hongliang person is naturally Guo Mofan, and the immature person is not Xu Yuan, who is it?

At this time, Mo Fan stood straight, holding the dark iron spear horizontally in his right hand, blocking the black and white face, his head was slightly lowered, Xu Yuan also stood not far away, the copper hammer in his left hand was stretched out and his chest was level, and the copper hammer in his right hand was raised above his head......

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