"Brother Guan, it's you! You are my great benefactor in this life!"

The visitor was Lin Quan, who was ordered by Zhuang Mengdie to explore the way forward.

He turned over and dismounted, grabbed Guan Qianjian's shoulder with both hands, "We have finally met again and are still alive!"

Guan Qianjian was also extremely excited and grabbed his arm and said, "I just wanted to fly together that day, but I didn't expect to succeed! - However, since we are brothers who have lived and died and suffered hardships, we support each other, who is whose benefactor?"

Lin Quan said with great enthusiasm: "You don't know anything. My greatest wish in my life is to be able to enter the Liuru Gate to practice swordsmanship, but now..."

"Now, all your wishes are done!"

"It's not just that my wish is fulfilled, but I was also accepted as a disciple by Mr. Zhuang. You said, isn't it all thanks to you?"

Guan Qianjian was also surprised and congratulated repeatedly: "Congratulations! Your future is really unlimited..."

"Hahahaha, as the saying goes, the master leads his way, and his practice is limited by everyone, and his talent is limited. Even if there is a master who is unparalleled in the world, he will probably still be behind you, Brother Guan."

Guan Qianjian shook his head and smiled, "Brother Lin is too humble."

Lin Quan laughed ecstatically for a while, suddenly his lips closed, his eyelids drooped, and his hand holding Guan Qianjian was also released.

He lowered his head and pondered.

"What's wrong, Brother Lin? Is there anything unpleasant? But Zheng Fu and the others..." Guan Qianjian was worried.

Lin Quan shook his head and said, "A few brothers are safe. Now in Liuru Sect, I worship several elders as my teachers. The reason why I feel uncomfortable is because you... It seems that Master, he, has some misunderstandings about you..."

When Guan Qianjian heard what he said, the only little hope left in his heart was instantly broken into pieces. He felt that he was attacked by a wave of coldness, and his emotions fell to the bottom, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

He was so wise in his heart: It seems that Zhuang Mengdie and I are enemies, not friends! This time I go, I will be in a life of death.

Lin Quan wanted to talk to Guan Qianjian alone and said to everyone who came with him: "Senior brothers, please go back and report to the head first, saying that Guan Qianjian was about to come to Liuru Sect to pay homage, but he was injured, so I will accompany him and come slowly."

However, he used his thoughts to say that Guan Qianjian was "just going to Liuru Gate to pay homage" instead of encountering him by chance on the way, so as to cleverly defend him, thus denying Zhang Liuqi's speculation.

In fact, the two met and had just a few words. How could he know where Guan Qianjian was going?

Even so, it does not mean that he does not have any doubts about this "brother in distress". The difference is that others are afraid that they will not be true, but they are afraid that they will come true.

"Just talk, let's go back and report." Everyone was tactful, turned around and went far in the blink of an eye.

Lin Quan put aside the official business of the master, regained his mood, pulled Guan Qianjian's hand and said, "Guess how did I know you were injured? When you saw that you were pale, you knew that you had lost too much blood. Who cut him off again?"

Guan Qianjian smiled miserably and said, "I won't mention the past. I will only ask you. If others doubt me, will you doubt me, Brother Lin?"

He was afraid that Lin Quan would come to ask him the truth, and his brothers would never deceive him explicitly, so he would join him first so that he could not speak.

But Lin Quan people were both smart, public and private, and very clear, and not vague at all, but they didn't fall into his trap. They asked, "I was about to ask you, are the rumors true?"

Guan Qianjian was unprepared and when he asked him, how could he answer? He looked at the other party blankly, and his two lips were as if they were sewn with twine.

Lin Quan is an old man. When he saw him reacting like this, he didn’t have any doubts. His face immediately darkened, and he shook his hands and said, “In this way, the so-called sharing of hardships and life and death are all fake? It turns out that I, Mr. Lin, just played a play with you!”

Guan Qianjian heard him speak too heavily and sneered, "Why did Brother Lin say this?" He thought to himself: Don't say that Long Zaitian and I were just a chance meeting, even if I am really his true successor, so what? The Zhuang, who is surnamed Zhuang, is not successful, is defeated by others, does not want to make progress, and only knows resentment and hatred. That is because he is narrow-minded, so why should you, Lin Quan, follow him? Do you have no brotherhood, right and wrong in your heart, but only honor, disgrace and success or failure, and prejudice in your doorstep!

He didn't know what Zhang Liuqi said, "The Liuru Sect had long regarded him as a small conspirator." What Lin Quan believed was that he was sent by Long Zaitian and Yue Song to do subversion, but it was not just a reference to him as the descendant of Long Zaitian.

Lin Quan snorted coldly, without replying. He turned around and stepped on the back of the horse, shook the reins and turned around, and said in an extremely reserved tone: "The head of the Bisect leads the five elders, and is waiting for the big way to get away with him! He is lost."

The sound of horse hooves rushed into the jungle in an instant, but it was gone forever.

Guan Qianjian was angry and boarded the carriage, fell on his seat, without saying a word, and breathing.

The coachman dared not ask, and he continued to move forward with tactful horses.

In a moment, the carriage ran out of the jungle, and most of the people in front blocked the way. The coachman stopped the horse and Guan Qianjian got out.

When he saw "thousands of troops" he was stunned and wondered: How could he mobilize such a group of troops in order to be just a matter of being alone?

Then I felt a stern in my heart: From this we can see that Zhuang Mengdie is determined to win me. It seems that I will die and live without life here!

He looked at the leader carefully. One head was gray and white, with curved folds on both sides of the mouth, from the side of the nose to the chin, and his face was extremely thin, making him look both cold and ruthless, and resolute and ruthless.

Without asking, we can tell that this person is Zhuang Mengdie.

Following closely behind were Lin Quan and Zhou Sifang. There were old and young people, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, and majestic people. No one knew each other. Guan Qianjian was too lazy to see more, so he bowed to Zhuang Mengdie and said, "Guan Qianjian worshipped him. Senior Zhuang is highly respected in the martial arts world. It turns out that it is better to meet than to meet. Meeting is worse than being famous."

He praised the surface, but sneered secretly.

Zhuang Mengdie was on the horse, her expression remained unchanged and she didn't speak. She looked straight at Guan Qianjian, just like looking at stones and plants.

Although his eyes were not angry, he had a deterrent force, which made people feel that he was looking at the other party with an extremely serious attitude and insightful insight.

What a tough guy!

Just when Guan Qianjian was at a loss, he heard someone cursing: "Little thief, dare to come to see me!" He immediately grew up, drew his sword in his hand, and came to him. His force was so fierce that it made people terrified.

Guan Qianjian could see clearly that it was not someone else who hated him so much, but Zhou Sifang, who had a deep grudge against him.

If it were someone else, it might be too late to wait for the sword to deal with it, but how good is Zhou Sifang? Even if he is three feet away, if he is inappropriate in dealing with it, he will have to be in a different position!

Therefore, as soon as he saw his shoulders twitching, Guan Qianjian was immediately induced and he wanted to grab the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand.

--cannot!

——It’s so dangerous!

He knew that even if Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were just a thrust, he could understand the martial arts he had practiced.

Guan Qianjian's five fingers on his right hand came from his spasm.

Zhou Sifang's movements were not too fast. After counting his thoughts, he was still ten steps away.

The remaining ten steps he had seemed to have had iron walls and partitions, and he could never finish them. He seemed to be a deep abyss, and he had no way out once he took a step!

In other words, unless the sword in his hand is not activated, once it is activated, there is no other way except Guan Qianjian to save himself.

Those who draw the sword cannot stop halfway. Even if they use Zhuang Mengdie's ability to rescue him, they cannot do so.

...The next moment is still ten steps!

Zhou Sifang's body was moving, but the distance between the ten steps did not change at all.

He seemed to be intentionally giving Guan Qianjian a chance; as if he was reminding him over and over again: Draw the sword, draw the sword! No matter if he doesn't draw the sword, the immortal will not save you! If a person dies, even if he can win the trust, what's the use? Are you hiding the facts just to survive?

Guan Qianjian really didn’t know whether this was his inner thoughts or the impact of the other party’s momentum and eyes. But the only thing that is certain is that – the sword must be drawn!

Because he doesn't want to die.

He stared at Zhou Sifang's feet, and it was time to draw the sword when the old man took the next step! Because this was the best time. When his center of gravity was not stable, he used his true energy to the end and the next mouthful was not fully lifted, he would hit him head-on. This would not only allow him to easily get out of danger, but also catch his opponent off guard and be unable to resist.

This time, Guan Qianjian no longer moved his fingers, even lifted his elbows. - He finally wanted to draw his sword!

Xifang sneered.

He finally stopped keeping the remaining ten steps away. He raised his foot and sent the sword to the enemy's forehead.

However, Guan Qianjian's elbow was lifted for more than an inch and stopped...

He thought, if Zhou Sifang really thought he could kill, what's the use of resisting? Can he block one move or two moves, and ten moves and twenty moves?

But if the old man only aims to test, wouldn't he fall into his calculations?

It would rather die than be tricked!

So he restrained his desire to do something again.

However, it was this repetition that he really sent himself into the gate of hell. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!