Speaking of this, he walked straight to Zheng Feng's dragon head chair, patted it on it, and shouted: Alas, this chair is good, sturdy, and comfortable, and there is a tiger skin on it, let me sit for a while. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As he spoke, he sat down, sat firmly, sat frankly, as if he was sitting on a spring, and deliberately shook it a few times, looking very naughty.

He rested his two long, thin legs on the armrests on either side, crossed his hands on his chest, and held the black-sheathed sword, stretching his waist incessantly and moaning in comfort, completely oblivious to the so-called decent men who had come up to him so closely.

He lay down comfortably on it, poured a glass of wine on the table beside him, took a sip, looked at the helpless people, and exclaimed: You people, think with your brain, if I tried to tease you, would it be so easy for you to catch you? Alas, you are all pig brains, all day long only thinking about how to make a name for yourself, how to be immortal, no matter what I tell you, I won't listen to it, okay, it's superfluous to talk nonsense with you, I'm leaving, if I stay in this kind of place any longer, I will definitely be smoked by the so-called sour and rancid smell of you so-called famous and decent people so that you can't sleep and eat.

As he spoke, he stood up, suddenly put his sword on his shoulder, stretched his long lazy waist, and frightened everyone to retreat again and again, thinking that he was going to make a move.

Zheng Feng looked around for a while, and shouted: Everyone is watching, we must not let him escape, everyone let the trick shine a little brighter, seal the door, if they let them slip away from under our noses so easily, they will not take us all in their eyes in the future.

The crowd immediately agreed.

However, although he said very loudly that he would not be allowed to escape and that he would be caught alive, no one dared to rush up to stop him first.

The name of the sword thirty, they have heard of it.

Although they didn't see the two decisive battles with Qiu Wanqian and Liu Qing with their own eyes, they could imagine how high the martial arts were to be able to defeat the sword thirty of these two masters.

Masters like Qiu Wanqian and Liu Qing were all defeated by his sword, and they were even more vulnerable.

Jian Thirty glanced at Zheng Feng, and then laughed and said, "What? If you don't leave, I won't leave?" Don't look at you as the boss of the Invincible Gate, but, in my eyes, it's not a fart.

With that, he casually lifted the chair up, and, with a flick of his hand, flew out towards the crowd.

Everyone hurriedly dodged, waving the weapons in their hands, knives, swords, sticks, sticks, and a wild split, and a good chair was instantly split into countless pieces, flying in the air, like knives flying in the sky.

When they stopped to catch their breath, they suddenly found that there was no trace of Sword Thirty, and only a large hole was left in the wall.

Li Tie looked at the fifth child, then at the male and female swords, and then at Zheng Feng again, and said: Master Zheng, just let him go like this?

Zheng Feng was silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, it's that he doesn't know how to answer.

The entire hall immediately became deathly quiet.

Then, I heard the sound of Jian Thirty laughing outside: You catch me once, I will go once, and now everyone is even. However, don't worry, I will definitely find out about the insults left behind, and that's it. I'm gone, no need to send it.

The echo of laughter echoed in the hall, and it was particularly harsh.

A large group of famous and decent people looked at each other, looking at the big hole that was left, listening to the echo of Sword Thirty's laughter, each thinking about their own thoughts.

And what exactly they are thinking is unknown.

Jian Thirty didn't care what they were thinking, because at this moment he had already come to the dilapidated temple where the six bags of disciples of the beggar gang had lived.

The ruined temple was already in tatters, and it was even more dilapidated after being hit by two men in black with a stake a few times a few days ago.

It used to be possible to hide inside to block the wind and rain, but now, let alone the wind and rain, I'm afraid I can't even stop a mouse.

It is conceivable what the dilapidated will become.

Although the temple is dilapidated, the wall is still intact, and the words engraved on the wall by the man in black are still there: Beggar Gang, Beggar Gang, Teaching No Way. Sword thirty.

It was an extremely delicate font that you could even smell with your nose without even looking at it, and it was written by a woman.

After rubbing it twice with his rough and wide palm, Jian Thirty suddenly frowned and muttered, "Oh, I see, this must have been the good thing done by those two rabbit cubs." You sincerely want to fix me, if I see you, I must make you look good.

Jian Thirty touched the scar on his neck, and his face suddenly became ugly, as if he had suddenly stepped on a piece of shit, and it was a big piece of shit.

At this time, the evening breeze happened to blow through the broken temple, and the wind and sand raised made the broken bell hula.

Sword Thirty knew that his peaceful life was over.

The real murderer behind the scenes in episode 002

Now that dusk has passed, the Fujia Villa shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun has returned to its former tranquility.

The pavilion attic among the flowers was already lit up with a starry light.

The evening breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, but also the smell of wine.

The full moon is like a mirror, hanging in the treetops, is the osmanthus tree, the two osmanthus trees are very close together, like a pair of lovers who are whispering.

There are also two people in the attic, a teenager and a girl, but it's a pity that these two people are not lovers.

In other words, the boy also wished that they were lovers, but the girl didn't take him seriously at all in her heart.

Because she was thinking about someone else.

A man who is famous all over the world.

At this time, the bright moon like an ice tray has gradually risen, and the hazy moonlight is heartbreakingly beautiful.

Although the eldest lady Feng Feifei didn't take herself seriously at all, Jiang Feng still felt very happy.

Although on the surface he always shows that he doesn't care and wants to oppose her everywhere, but in his heart, he knows in his heart that he actually cares about her so much and likes her.

I like her crying, I like her laughter, I like her noisy, and even I like her unreasonableness.

It's a pity that the falling flowers are affectionate, and the flowing water is unintentional, because at this moment, the eldest lady's mind has been completely occupied by the mature and eccentric Sword Thirty.

Sword Thirty?

Everything they did, hijacking the darts of the Weizhen Dart Bureau, teasing the disciples of the Beggar Gang, and leaving insulting words in the hall of the Invincible Gate, was all to lure Jian Thirty to appear, so that Jian Thirty would take the initiative to come to the eldest lady, find her to theorize, find her to punish her, no matter what, the eldest lady didn't care.

All she wanted was to see Sword Thirty as soon as possible.