"Three-ring Snake Hook Spear" has never had the habit of recruiting many disciples. After his son died in Shuangtan, this independent sect should be the only one left, Master Chen.

Qing Qing lowered his head and landed on the ground, and bowed respectfully with his fists in front of the old man: "I have seen Master Chen of the Snake Sect."

The old man took action, and a burst of internal force came through the air, lifting Qing Qing up.

With a spear in his hand, Master Chen bowed his waist and asked: "Young hero Linghu, you just won the first place in the Eight Music Club, why did you come to the West Lake for what?"

"Many." Qing Qing nodded and lowered his eyebrows, "First, I asked Sect Leader Wen for an antidote, but my eldest brother is still inside."

"There is no shortage of antidote for you at Rongshan." Kumai snorted, "General Kong has been disloyal to Xihu, and he should be punished as a matter of course. It is not up to you, an outsider, to take charge of it."

Qingqing was surprised: "Disloyal?"

Chen Kumai replied: "Nan Lin set fire, secretly hid "Fan Ya Ji", and introduced the descendants of the Dongshan Linghu family to attend the grand event - this is not 'disloyal', what is it?"

Qingqing couldn't help but lower his head. Chen Kumai was half right about what he said, except that he didn't express his feelings for Kong Yuechuan. Thinking of this, Qingqing said nothing and walked inside.

The Snake Hook Gun blocked Qing Qing's path with a "swish" sound, and the sharp tip pressed against Qing Qing's chin: "Go back!"

"Get out of the way!" Qingqing's roar frightened Chen Kumai for a moment.

Taking a step sideways, Qingqing avoided the sharp edge of the spear, but unexpectedly, the spear seemed to bend half way, bypassing Qingqing's side, and struck from behind. For a moment, Qingqing's long hair floated, and Qingqing Bai Yuxiao took action.

, there was a "Zheng" sound, and every flute and gun hit the sparks.

The head of the snake hook spear was raised, standing in the sun, and it suddenly hit Qingqing's head. Qingqing hit the wooden flute in his hand, and the wooden flute was invulnerable, and he fixed the spear straight in the air.

Thinking that he was no longer as powerful as Chen Kumai, Qingqing quickly withdrew his hand and moved the spear tip aside. The spear head hit the ground hard, a brick pit appeared, and the snake hook spear made a second "bang" sound.

Before Master Chen could draw his gun, Qingqing didn't dare to delay and ran towards the third city wall. Chen Kumai suddenly threw it away, causing the gun body to brush past Qingqing's arm and fly over.

The gun flew, and Qing Qing's ears concluded that the gun was not accurate and could not hit him, so he refused to give in and kept running forward.

Unexpectedly, after the gun jumped over, the head of the gun turned sideways, blocking Qing Qing's front, but he raised it back to his heart, and the flashing side blade of the gun seemed to fly towards Qing Qing's throat.

Qingqing was shocked and jumped back quickly. How could this gun jump so fast? Just before the blade was about to touch his chin, Qingqing suddenly stretched out his arm and struck the tail of the gun in the distance with his white jade flute.

The gun tip changed direction within an inch, and flew back towards Qing Qing's face before flying back in the direction of Chen Kumai.

"Anyone who has heard the fourth blast of gunfire will never survive the gunfire."

An Yu's warning came to mind. The "Snake Hook Gun" had rang three times just now. Qingqing was just walking around the gate of hell. He didn't dare to be careless again. Then his legs felt windy and he couldn't stop walking towards the city wall.

After climbing more than half way, there is only one last step left, and when the right hand can touch the glazed tile roof...

The fourth sound of "buzz" sounded behind her. Qingqing managed to turn around, but she almost didn't fall off the wall again in fright.

Chen Kumai's Snake Hook Spear was firmly inserted into his chest. The tip of the spear passed through his body and inserted a few inches into the back wall, pinning the leader firmly in the air.

Kumai raised his eyes blankly, blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he quickly lowered his head and lost consciousness.

Hesitation mixed with fear, Qingqing was stunned for half a stick of incense before he stretched out his hand towards the bumpy tile roof again.

The moment his fingertips touched the tile, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came out, and Qingqing was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand. Some unknown hidden weapon hit the other side of the wall, and strings of laughter like silver bells followed.

: "What a great eight-tone female champion, she can even climb up the wall of West Lake!"

After a moment of silence, Qingqing quietly took a few steps horizontally along the top of the wall. He could only hear the laughter behind the wall becoming more and more enthusiastic, as if he was afraid that Qingqing would back down and lose any fun.

Lightning flashed, and Qingqing moved like wind. He only heard the sound but saw no one. He crossed the top wall again in the blink of an eye. Several girls who were smiling happily stopped in the middle, squinted their eyes, and searched for Qingqing's face.

Traces. A woman in green reacted quickly, pointing to a green shadow exposed at the corner of the eaves: "Up!"

The woman's feet were not slow, like a big green bird, she nudged close to the wall. Just as Qingqing had already come out, she simply turned over and raised the flute above her head. She jumped and fell straight down the third wall.

Go down.

When the woman in green saw Qing Qing approaching the ground, she raised her sleeves with a "whoosh", and a few silver needles quietly came out, jumping up high. If you look carefully at her hidden sleeves and raised hands, they were even better than Jiang Chenbi from Nanlin.

Much higher.

Jiang Chenbi?

When this name popped into Qingqing's mind, it suddenly merged with the green figure in front of her. The two people's needle-shooting techniques and body shapes were too similar.

There was no time to think carefully, Qingqing suddenly turned around, turned sideways in the air, huddled up to avoid two or three silver needles. When another needle came, Qingqing did not avoid it at all, and in an instant stretched her legs and feet, crossing the flute.

, and let the thin needle penetrate into one of the flute holes.
Chapter completed!