Youdao is that two fists are hard to beat four hands, and there are too many people siege up. For a moment, Korean was also unbearable. After all, his swordsmanship to a certain extent, is also very bad at group battles, and this shortcoming has always existed.

In the past, it might not be much, because at that time he was the only one himself, and he could dodge with his light skills and footwork, and then snipe the opponent one by one;

But now... it was the first time he saved someone like this. He wanted to stand in front of others, so he would naturally be restrained and it would be difficult to open up the situation.

At this time, Han Wen had two swords in his hand, and one man was the one who could not defeat him. He moved forward step by step. The sharp sword energy stirred the wind and clouds. After a few screams, several people who were not very capable had already fallen to the ground, which shocked everyone for a while.

But soon, someone told these people what to do. Zhao Zhengyi, a hero who was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, shook his gun and only attacked Li Xunhuan! Li Xunhuan could not move, and A Fei was carrying him on his back, so he had a good idea.

"Bastard!" Han Wen raised his eyebrows and a sword energy hit him.

He was very excited, Tian Qi had the opportunity to take advantage of, and his wings danced with a strong and powerful wings, and his moves were always in line with Han Wen's vital points of his chest and abdomen. When everyone in the hall saw Zhao Zhengyi set an example, they thought to themselves that in order to get rid of the plum blossom thief, the heroes didn't even want their face. What are we missing?

So, everyone's attacks greeted Li Xunhuan and A Fei, which really made Han angry! He hadn't eaten this for a long time, and if he hadn't had any scruples, he had to slaughter all of these people!

He thought so in his heart, but he couldn't really do this, because once he adopted the You Dou method, Li Xunhuan and A Fei would become living targets and be beaten into pieces in an instant! After all, it was a meeting and a friend, and he couldn't do that.

While dealing with Tian Qi, he used his sword to intercept and repel those who attacked Li Xunhuan. Although it was not easy, he was still fine. He felt a little irritated.

He was irritated, but some people were more irritated than him. Tian Qi used his strengths and had already taken the lead in attacking others' weaknesses. In addition, there were people who divided the Korean gods, but that was it. He still couldn't hurt the other party. Especially his last blow was always a little worse and he could never knock the other party down.

After dozens of moves, he suddenly realized that this man was only guarding but not attacking, and even avoiding confronting him head-on, concentrating on intercepting those attacks, but the magic of footwork was unprecedented. He had obviously taken the power of each move just right, and he could already touch the other party's acupoints. But he didn't know how the man's footsteps slipped, and his move was lost.

Although Tian Qi was knowledgeable, he could not see through the origin of this step. He thought to himself: "This person must be of a big background, why should I make more enemies?"

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately smiled and said, "This brother, sometimes, letting go... may not be a bad thing! After all, now he has not implicated you, but you are about to implicate him. Do you agree?"

Lin Xian'er watched the battle from the side. Seeing that Han Wen's martial arts were so superb, she felt even more hated, but on the surface she said: "Yes, you'd better not care about him. I can guarantee that Master Tian Qi will not only not hurt you, nor will he kill him."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, full of concern and anxiety.

Han Wen snorted coldly and said, "Fake good and false righteousness! Since you want me to ignore him, why don't you stop?"

Tian Qi pointed out with one stick, and the man had already retreated seven feet behind. Zhao Zhengyi's spear had been stabbed out, but he couldn't close his power. He suddenly turned the tip of the spear and stabbed it on the ground.

With a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, the tip of the gun broke and flew out.

Han Wen turned around and looked at Li Xunhuan. Li Xunhuan's chest was undulating, and a dizzy red appeared on his pale face. He obviously had been patient and did not cough out because he was afraid that the cough would affect Han Wen's actions... It seemed that he was really sick.

"I forgot that your serious illness has not been cured!" Han Wen shook his head, nodded to Ah Fei, and said, "Let him down and let him sit aside! Keep him and don't let someone touch him. Can you do it?"

Seeing Han Wen's smile on his face, Li Xunhuan was shocked because he saw the fierce look in his eyes! He couldn't help but say, "Brother Han... show mercy!"

"A group of dogs full of false kindness and righteousness, do you still ask them to plead with mercy? It would be a bit too cowardly to make you like you!" Han Wen shook his head and said.

Li Xunhuan smiled and sighed: "Whether you are right or wrong, I will be grateful to you as much."

As soon as he spoke, he kept coughing. Ah Fei quickly put him on the chair, pursing his thin lips and pressing his hands on the hilt of the sword. He didn't say anything, but this already represented everything.

Han Wen focused on him, and after a while, he slowly turned around, faced Zhao Zhengyi, and said, "I only regret one thing- why didn't I kill you last time!"

He was talking, and the sword had already stabbed out.

The speed of this sword was incredible. How could Zhao Zhengyi dodge? He was about to splatter blood. Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone suddenly heard a Buddhist chant outside the hall proclaiming the Buddha's name. When the four words "Amitabha" were only said one word, a strong wind had already hit in with a string of black shadows.

When talking about the second word, the fierce wind and black shadow were about to hit Han Wen's back. The Korean sword had clearly emerged quickly, but at this moment, he suddenly turned back and turned around.

With a "choking" sound, the sword tip provoked a black shadow, which turned out to be a string of Buddhist beads.

It was not until this time that the short four words "Amitabha" were finished. The Buddhist beads were picked up by the tip of the sword, but the tip of the sword was still "buzzing", shaking endlessly!

This small string of Buddhist beads seems to have a thousand pounds of power!

The sword was still shaking, but the Korean man didn't move like granite.

It's already dawn.

In the morning light of Xiwei, five monks with gray robe with white shoes and white socks slowly walked in from outside the hall. The first one was pale and looked like silver threads in the morning light, but their face was still red in white, and the red in white in red, and their eyes were even brighter and more powerful.

He clasped his hands together. Somehow the string of Buddhist beads returned to his hands, and their hands were folded together, as thick as a door panel. It was obvious that the power of the Buddhist palms had been perfected.

Zhao Zhengyi was shocked and when he saw the white-browed monk, he immediately bowed and said, "I don't know if the Master is here, I have missed the opportunity to welcome you. Please forgive me."

The white horse monk just smiled, stared at Han Wen's face, and said in a deep voice: "This is the fastest sword of Tan Yue."

Han Wen smiled sarcastically and said, "If my sword is not fast, I'm afraid that the master will come to save the dead souls! Aren't monks compassionate?"

The monk from the White Horse said: "It is precisely because the old monk is compassionate and does not want Tan Yue to commit more murders, so he takes action. It is important to know that although Tan Yue's sword is fast, it is still faster than the Dharma eye of my Buddha Tathagata."

Han Wen snorted coldly: "Can the Master's Buddhist beads be able to pass the Tathagata's eyes quickly? If I die under the Master's Buddhist beads, wouldn't I have to kill more than one more evil!"

Zhao Zhengyi sternly said: "So bold, in front of Shaolin Master, you dare to be so rude!"

The monk from the White Horse smiled and said, "It's okay, the words of young people are favorable to swords and swords, but the old monk can still bear it."

Lin Xian'er suddenly laughed and said, "Since Master Xinmei doesn't blame him, why don't you leave quickly?"

Zhao Zhengyi said coldly: "They didn't leave just now, so it's too late to leave now!"

Han Wen said: "Oh, can you still stop me?"

He spoke with his lips, his body had turned around, and he looked at A Fei and said, "I suddenly changed my mind, let's go first!"

A Fei's expression changed. He looked up slightly, but saw Han Wen's eyes flashing, blinking at him. Then, both of them looked at Li Xunhuan, turned around and left, without hesitation, leaving in a tremendous way... No one caught up with him to stop him!

Zhao Zhengyi's expression changed again and he said, "Master..."

Tian Qi rushed to smile and said, "Master Xinmei has always been compassionate, so how could it be difficult for such an ignorant boy to let him go."

Zhao Zhengyi sighed and murmured: "It's easy to let him go, but if you want him to come, it's probably difficult."

Master Xinmei's eyes flashed and said in a deep voice: "The senior brother of my sect received a letter from Feige who had been transferred from Fatuo Temple. He knew that Qin Chong, a lay disciple of this sect, was seriously injured, and immediately ordered the old monk to come."

Zhao Zhengyi sighed, glared at Li Xunhuan, and said, "It's a pity that the master is still one step late."

Outside the hall, in the manor.

"Hey hey hey! It's time to leave!" After walking out of the hall, Han Wen suddenly shouted to a corner.

A Fei was a little surprised, and then he saw a pair of timid eyes. A thin man in black with sweat was running out while wiping his sweat and said in a crying voice: "Uncle Han - can we not play so thrillingly in the future? I'm afraid of death!"

"What are you afraid of?" Han Wen smiled and said, "I want you to find someone and let him go to Zuixianju... No! The ancestral hall of the City God Temple outside the city! Find me!"

"Yes, yes! You said!" Xin Laosan smiled flatteringly.

Han Wen slowly said three words: "Iron Pass Armor!"

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It seems easy to forget the kindness of others, but it is too difficult to forget the hatred of others, so there is always more sorrow than joy in this world.

Tie Chuanjia clenched his fists and walked back and forth in the ancestral hall. I don’t know how many times he had walked, the fire was about to be extinguished, but no one went to add firewood.

Ah Fei just sat there quietly, not moving.

Han Wen also leaned against the pillar on the side, yawning, feeling unhappy.

Tie Chuanjia looked at A Fei and said hatefully: "I had long thought that even if you killed the plum blossom thief, those 'heroes' would never admit it. If a group of wild dogs saw fat, how could they give it to others again!"

A Fei said: "You advised me, I still have to go because I have to go!"

Tie Chuanjia sighed: "Fortunately you have gone, otherwise you would never know the true faces of these heroes."

He suddenly turned around and focused on Han Wen and said, "Mr. Han... have you really not seen our young master?"

Han Wen's eyes turned and denied, "No."

A Fei looked surprised, and soon he understood Han Wen's intention. He didn't want Tie Chuanjia to worry about Li Xunhuan's current situation!

Tie Chuanjia looked at the extinguished fire and dazed out of the Hidden God, murmured: "I don't know how he is now..."

Han Wen said: "He never needs to worry about him."

Tie Chuanjia Zhanyan smiled and said, "Yes, although those 'heroes' regard him as a thorn in their flesh and a thorn in their eyes, no one dared to touch a finger."

Korean nodded and said, "Well... That's right!"

The sound of footsteps came outside the house. Xin Laosan came back with a head-on look, laughing, and he was sent out by Han Wen to inquire about the news.

Ah Fei did not open his eyes, but just asked, "It's you? Is there any news?"

This young man actually had a more sensitive touch than a wild beast, and knew who he was! Xin Lao San was stunned. After all, he ran a lot of roads and gasped slightly. He said, "It's good news."

Han Wen sneered: "There is still good news? Let's hear it!"

Xin Laosan said: "Although Xiao Li Tanhua can't get out for the time being, at least there is no danger."

Korean said: "Oh?"

Xin Laosan said: "Because Tian Qi and the others have followed Master Xinmei's idea and decided to send him to Shaolin Temple. The head of Shaolin Sect, Monk Xinhu, has always been very upright, and I heard that Pingjiang is also there. If these two people can't cleanse him of his crimes, no one can do it."

A Fei suddenly interrupted and said, "Who is it?"

He is a rookie who is just a newcomer. He is very curious about everything, although he looks very cold.

Xin Laosan smiled, and gestured with excitement, saying, "This man is the first wise man in the world. He knows everything and knows everything. He knows five hundred years before and five hundred years after... and it is said that only he can tell the truth or falsehood of the plum blossom thief."

A Fei was silent for a while. Suddenly he opened his eyes and stared at Xin Laosan and said, "Do you know which kind of person you hate the most in the world?"

Xin Laosan didn't dare to touch his sharp gaze. He could only smile and said with a wry smile: "Is it a hypocrite like Zhao Zhengyi?"

Before Ah Fei could speak, Han Wen had already said with an excuse: "The hypocrite is hateful, but he is hateful in all things."
To be continued...