The Great Fortune of the Ming Dynasty

Today's Jiu Mozhi doesn't dare to stay in Dali, Da Song and other countries at all. He urgently wants to return to the sect, first for his own safety, and secondly because he wants to share the news he knows. Going back to the sect, I can't let Zhu Bin really take the blame.

Not to mention Jiu Mozhi, at this moment, Zhu Bin has been sitting in a restaurant in the Great Song Dynasty for three whole days, listening to these people chatting every day to understand the situation of the Great Song Jianghu.

The Great Song Jianghu is as exciting as the Daming Jianghu. The previous generation's arrogance and five must have retreated into the Jianghu, with few traces, while the younger generation is full of masters, and the Jianghu is still turbulent and difficult to calm down.

And recently, the most famous young masters in the arena are Li Chenzhou, the leader of the Power Gang, and Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang. These two people alone have overwhelmed the entire younger generation of Song Jianghu.

And Zhu Bin cares most about these two people.

"Little Er, serve wine and food!"

Suddenly, an old man covered in blood with gloomy eyes rushed into the restaurant in an instant. Although he was dressed as a monk, he was full of hostility. Many people just looked at this old man and felt chills in their hearts.

The old man looked around and found that Zhu Bin was sitting at the table, just drinking one sip, but the food didn't move at all.

Judging from his food, he definitely hadn't eaten for days.

Zhu Bin smiled slightly, as if he didn't see this person, he continued to hold the glass and drank slowly and methodically.

"Thirty years of Xinghua Village, do you want to come?" After a while, Zhu Bin asked with a smile.

The old man ignored Zhu Bin, as if he was reincarnated from a starving ghost, he still ate in big mouthfuls and looked out the window from time to time.

Zhu Bin shook his head slightly and ignored it, but he couldn't help but guess the identity of the old man.

After a while, another person rushed into the restaurant quickly, his eyes swept away, and he quickly stared at the old man in front of Zhu Bin's table, and said, "Ancestor Blood Knife, let's have a discussion, after eating, you continue to run, I'll keep chasing, how?"

Zhu Bin was slightly shocked, but he didn't expect that the one in front of him turned out to be the ancestor of the blood knife. The ancestor of the blood knife was truly a person who did all kinds of evil, and he did evil with righteousness and no sense of guilt.

It is difficult for a person to do good things in a lifetime, but it is even more difficult to do bad things in a lifetime, but the ancestor of the blood knife did it, and it is really not easy to live to this day.

[157] Ancestor of Blood Knife, Famous Chase (Three Shifts) -->>(Page 1/2), please click on the next page to continue reading.

It is difficult for a person to do good things in a lifetime, but it is even more difficult to do bad things in a lifetime, but the ancestor of the blood knife did it, and it is really not easy to live to this day.

The ancestor of the blood knife still continued to eat, ignoring the people who came, but he was extremely vigilant, or that he had never let down his vigilance, but now it is more prosperous.

"Chasing for life in Xia Shenhou's mansion, this brother, can you let me eat too? I've been chasing this guy for ten days, and I haven't had anything to eat normally!" Chasing Ming sat down beside Zhu Bin with a smile, but he didn't even have anything to eat. Take another look at the ancestor of the blood knife.

"Shenhou Mansion is chasing after life, I have long admired the name, please!" Zhu Bin smiled slightly, and poured a glass of wine for Chasing Life as he spoke.

"Thank you! Oh, Xinghua Village of [-] years, good wine!" Chasing Life was not polite at all, and he complimented vaguely while eating like the blood knife ancestor.

Zhu Bin smiled and silently looked at the two who were gobbling down. From the state of the two, it was completely possible to guess what kind of chasing the two had experienced.

After a while, the ancestor of the blood knife seemed to have almost eaten, and suddenly he slapped the blood knife ancestor, and he retreated sharply. He ran away and immediately chased after him.

At the same time, he didn't forget to look back at Zhu Binzai, ready to say thank you, but Zhu Bin's body flashed suddenly, and he suddenly burst into flames, chasing after the ancestor of the blood knife like lightning.

"Hey, this brother is so fast, so handsome!" Chase immediately caught up and said to Zhu Bin.

"If you want to solve the blood knife ancestor, let's talk about it!" Zhu Bin replied slightly.

"Okay!" Chasing was very happy. Although his Qinggong was good, his martial arts was still inferior to the ancestor of the blood knife. He could only chase after Death 883, but even if he caught up, he couldn't beat him. It was about to escape from the Song Dynasty, and it was naturally better to have someone to help at this time.

Both of them are excellent people in Qinggong, and they are about to catch up with the ancestors of the blood knife after a short period of time.

The blood knife ancestor was very regretful at this time. He had been fleeing towards the barren mountains and ridges a few days ago. Even if the life chaser had been chasing him, it would be difficult to get him. Found a helper.

The ancestor of the blood knife can only hope that Zhu Bin is only good in light industry, but not in martial arts.

Soon, the two were only a few feet away from the ancestor of the blood knife, and Zhu Bin couldn't help asking: "Will you die or live?"

"It's best to live! If he wants to escape from the Song Dynasty, he can die!" Chasing Life replied while taking advantage of the breath.

Zhu Bin smiled slightly, and was about to try the power of Rongku Zhuha again. Suddenly, a person rushed out of the road ahead, and slapped the ancestor of the blood knife with a fierce palm. Between the palms, Long Yinzhi was accompanied Voice. .

[158] Beggar Gang Qiao Feng, capture the blood knife (four more)

The power of this palm, even if it is far away, is extremely shocking to Zhu Bin. The artistic conception of martial arts contained in it has already become a master. It is definitely the ultimate master among the masters. When it comes to the understanding of the artistic conception of martial arts, it is even better than Zhu Bin. .

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, this is Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang!" Chasing was also slightly surprised, but he knew best about Song Jianghu masters and martial arts, and quickly revealed the identity of the person.

"Clan Master Qiao, catch the one alive!" Chasing shouted and forced him directly.

The ancestor of the blood knife was miserable. Every palm of Qiao Feng was majestic and unparalleled. Three palms in a row, every time the ancestor of the blood knife took a palm, he was slightly injured by the shock, and one palm was injured more than the other. Qiao Feng is stronger than one palm.

Just being a Qiao Feng, it is difficult for the ancestor of the blood knife to save his life, not to mention that the pursuit of life and Zhu Bin have already stopped him from retreating, even if he wants to escape, it is difficult.

With a ruthlessness in his heart, the ancestor of the blood knife shouted angrily: "Blood washes the world!"

At that moment, the blood-red scimitar in the hands of the blood-knife ancestor was even brighter at the moment, as if it was composed of fresh blood, exuding a ferocious and bloody aura.

"Clan Master Qiao, be careful, this knife contains blood poison!" Chasing immediately shouted loudly.

"Oh, chasing life, what's the point of this move?" Zhu Bin couldn't help but asked curiously.

"This trick is trained with the blood of countless people, and it is accompanied by highly poisonous. If it is injured by this knife, the poison will enter the blood, and even if the martial arts are strong, it will be difficult to force the poison out. In the end, most of them are It's the blood that died of defeat~!" Chasing quickly explained.

"This ancestor of the blood knife still has this kind of ability?" Zhu Bin couldn't help but be surprised.

"Let's talk about the other side, it's not worth a show!" Chaiming's mouth was disdainful, but there was a look of jealousy in his eyes.

"Haha..." Zhu Bin smiled slightly, stopped talking, and stared at the field. Although the blood knife ancestor was fierce, Qiao Feng was a peerless murderer.

A pair of fleshy palms did not avoid the blade, they struck each other and made a sound of gold and iron. After dozens of moves, the ancestor of the blood knife finally couldn't support it. He was hit by Qiao Feng's palm on the right shoulder, and the blood knife flew away. The shoulder bones were smashed to pieces.

"Pfft!" The ancestor of the blood knife flew to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was extremely sluggish.