Grandma Liu's justice - a very simple sentence, was like a huge rock pressing on the hearts of Zheng Hui and Yu Buyi, almost causing them to suffocate for a moment.

Of course, if someone told them that he wanted to return Grandma Liu's justice, they would definitely think that this person was crazy and sneered and looked down on him.

However, the meaning of this is something Gong Chuozhi put here is different.

Gong Chuozhi is the second in charge of Hongyulou. He is a brother who is a disciple of the host, Shangguan Lang.

In other words, Shangguan Lang's fiancée, Grandma Liu, is his sister-in-law. If his sister-in-law was unfortunately killed, he naturally has the right and obligation to seek justice for his sister-in-law.

Of course, the so-called justice is mostly based on force. If an incompetent person or a weak person, he will not even have the qualification to explore justice.

Gong Chuozhi is definitely not a weak person. His "Thirteen Swords of the Breeze" are elegant and gentle, as if they were blowing by a breeze - the wind passed without trace! The wind, without trace when it was blown by, quietly, took away one life after another.

Ten years since Gong Chuozhi debuted, no one has ever completed thirteen moves under his sword. With such achievements, who dares to throw him into the ranks of the weak?

——Unless that person is crazy.

Zheng Hui was not crazy, and Yu was not stupid either.

Therefore, they were all in a serious mood in the face of Gong Chuozhi's pursuit of justice.

Brush brush brush brush brush —

A sound of footsteps slowly approached the cellar.

Zheng Hui seemed to be in a daze and came to his senses, shouting coldly: "Chu Tiange, I advise you not to come here."

The slow moving steps stumbled slightly, and then continued to move forward. His master said lightly: "Boss Zheng, in my opinion, leaving there is your wisest choice."

Zheng replied: "Hehe, Chu Tiange, believe it or not, I will hit the cellar with a palm, and the cellar will inevitably collapse. What will happen to the eldest son of the Meng family inside? I think I don't need me to introduce it in words."

"You dare!" Chu Tiange was very angry, but he had to stop and gritted his teeth and said, "If Xiao An gets hurt, don't say it's you, even if Yun Zhonglong dies, there will be no place to bury him!"

Zheng Hui couldn't help but suffocate, but he said calmly: "Actually, I didn't see whether the eldest son of the Meng family was below. I was just guessing that even if the damage to the eldest son was caused, it was only a kind of accidental injury. In my opinion, the hero You in the Dream is the helm of the "Loyal Soul Finger". He should understand the truth and would not blame me for this. Otherwise, wouldn't that be contrary to the right and wrong and the evil ones who are just using force to defeat others?"

At this moment, Ma Jingda in the cellar was overjoyed. She opened her mouth and wanted to shout "Big Young Master is here." But suddenly a small hand covered her mouth. When she lowered her head, she saw Xiao An shook her head at him and signaled him not to say anything.

Ma Jingda was stunned. He didn't understand why Xiao An didn't let him say it, but he heard Xiao An say softly: "You can't say it."

Ma Jingda asked in a nasal tone: "Hmm?"

Xiao An said softly: "As Zheng Hui said, he was just a guess. This is his excuse, we all know. However, when we show the truth, then Zheng Hui cannot go down the steps, he will definitely threaten Brother Chu with us. If necessary, he will even destroy the cellar. At that time, Brother Chu must be distracted by my safety in his heart, and may not be hurt by Zheng Hui."

Ma Jingda's heart suddenly became shocked and was secretly shocked. Unexpectedly, this ten-year-old child had a clear analysis of the situation outside in just a moment, and his quick mind was at an astonishing level.

I really don’t know if his superhuman talent was infected by his life or the environment in which he grew up. No matter what, Ma Jingda not only did not have a trace of jealousy for the eldest son’s excellence, but instead felt extremely relieved.

He believed that the eldest young master would be grateful for his kindness today and treat the Huashan Sect well. So, today, if you make the right bet, and if you die, what are you afraid of? Understanding this section, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xiao An's little head, patted him with great love, then took down Xiao An's little hand, and said softly: "Young Master, you promise me that you don't move, and don't make a sound, okay?"

Xiao An looked at him and said in a daze: "Mr. Ma..."

Ma Jingda slowly lowered Xiao An and stood up slowly, with a very stern look on his face: "Promise me!"

Xiao An clenched his lips tightly, tears flashed in his bright eyes, and then nodded heavily. Ma Jingda smiled and turned around with a smile, then he slowly walked towards the exit of the cellar.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish-

It turned out that after a confrontation, people who heard the movement in the distance also found this place, including the Yellow-Shirt Sect, the major sects of the Central Plains, and the scattered people in the world. More than 30 people were gathered in one go.

However, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding, without any noise, and each looked for their own formation. The Huangshan Sect naturally gathered on the side of Yu Buyi and Zheng Hui, and the major sects of the Central Plains gathered on the side of Chu Tiange. There were not many people coming from Hongyu Tower, only six people, and they also spontaneously stood beside Gong Chuozhi. As for the seven or eight rivers and lakes, it was undoubtedly the most embarrassing. Choose Chu Tiange's side, as if they have never been valued by these sects, there is no need to fall into it.

It seems that choosing the Red Yulou is not a problem. As for choosing the Yellow Shirt Sect, you can't feel uncomfortable for yourself. If the Yellow Shirt Sect settles the score in the future and says that they have stood on the same front with the Yellow Shirt Sect and enjoy their protection, they say that they have joined the Yellow Shirt Sect and must follow the Yellow Shirt Sect unconditionally in the future. Then, they will be unable to argue and they can't even clear the Yellow River even if they jump to the Yellow River.

In the end, the few of them had to set up a unique camp on the other side with depression and entanglement to make the fourth camp.

Even though dozens of people gathered from all directions, Zheng Hui was calm and unmoved, and he held his ears and listened to the movements under the cellar, because he heard the sound of footsteps and was slowly approaching.

Then, slowly, a head slowly emerged from the entrance of a cellar hole.

At this time, because the house had been completely razed to the ground by Zheng Hui, under the bright moonlight, everyone could easily see that a middle-aged man in gray was slowly climbing out of the entrance of the cellar.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Hui reached out and picked up Ma Jingda, and said coldly: "Where are the others?"

Ma Jingda said calmly: "Mr. Zhuge from Kongdong Sect and I were hungry after finding someone. I found this cellar and went down to find food. I was going to leave, but I heard the movement outside and didn't dare to come out and planned to leave after dark. Later, you destroyed the house. Mr. Zhuge was anxious for a moment and mistakenly thought the cellar was about to collapse, so he ran out quickly, but unexpectedly he was harmed by you. Wouldn't you refuse to admit this?"

Zheng Hui was slightly stunned and said, "The person who was kicked by me just now was Zhuge Changmen from Kongdong Sect?"

As soon as this statement came out, the camps of major sects in the Central Plains began to boil like boiling water.

Especially several knights from Kongdong Sect, they drew their swords and crossed the crowd in the hall, pointed at Zheng Hui's sword, and said sternly: "My surname is Zheng, did you really kill our uncle Zhuge!?"

Several Huashan Sect swordsmen stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Why don't you let Uncle Ma go quickly??"

Zheng Hui glanced coldly and said slowly with a expressionless face: "In a sense, this Lotus Village has evolved into a battlefield where swords, swords, shadows and iron blood are blended. In the battlefield, it is said that it is either a friend or an enemy. When you start, no one can guarantee that anyone can survive to the end and who is more qualified to live to the end, because this is a battlefield, not a gadget for playing houses. Whoever can't afford to play or lose is that he should not participate in it at the beginning."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gong Chuozhi intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was explaining something to Gong Chuozhi.

Similarly, Gong Chuozhi, dressed in white, had a expressionless face, and was even cold.

Perhaps, from a certain perspective, he agreed with Zheng Hui's words.

Whether it is a hunting ground or a battlefield, the substantive content that is implemented throughout the process is undoubtedly a competition.

Tongfan competes at a price.

The price paid for the competition between the people in the martial arts world is life and death, and everyone will live up to their destiny.

Perhaps, his only opinion was that Grandma Liu died at the hands of the Yellow Shirt Sect.

Others die if they die, and he has no objection, but Grandma Liu and his sister-in-law will die, that's different.

However, he did not argue and disdained to argue.

He never had the habit of refuting what was destined to be true.

Chu Tiange hesitated for a moment, looked at Ma Jingda, and said, "Mr. Ma, Xiao An, is he below?"

Ma Jingda shook her head.

Chu Tiange's expression changed, and he couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment. Then he sighed and said, "Boss Zheng, since Xiao An is not here, you don't need to commit more evil. What if you let Mr. Ma go?"

Zheng Hui raised his eyebrows and said, "I said that this is a battlefield, and the battlefield naturally cannot be separated from people who will die, so, sorry..."

His hand suddenly tightened, and he squeezed Ma Jingda's Adam's apple and threw Ma Jingda's body aside as if he threw away a tablecloth on his hand.

"ah!--"

Several Huashan Sect swordsmen immediately rushed to the bullfighting, pulled their swords and ran out, and took Zheng Hui straight away.
Chapter completed!