Ying Hongying turned her head and saw that Xu Jiansan and Bai Shiying came over with a smile. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Yes, there's no rest." Bai Shiying looked at no one on the left and right, pulled her sleeves and said, "Sister-in-law, can you borrow a step to speak?" It was already late at this time. Wind lights were lit everywhere. The disciples of the three sects were all in the front yard guest room. No one came out to walk around. The shop companions all had their own affairs. No one paid attention to this side. Ying Hongying looked around and nodded.

Bai Shiying turned his eyes and walked through the courtyard. Three people walked through the hall and came to a dark and deserted wall. Xu Jian Sanyi pulled Ying Hongying's arm and pressed her against the wall. He said, "Brother and sister. What about the second half of the book."

Ying Hongying's back hurt and frowned and said, "What are you doing? I didn't send it to me. I don't have anything for you."

Xu Jiansan said, "When will he send it?"

Ying Hongying patted her clothes and said, "How could I know. Maybe three to five days, maybe two months later. I have to see if the matter has calmed down before talking." Bai Shiying said coldly, "Let's go further. We're going to part ways. Sister-in-law. You have to give me a sure letter." Ying Hongying said, "What's the matter? I have to wait for me to wait for me. You can practice the first half of the book first. Isn't it the same?"

Xu Jiansan said sinisterly: "The contents of the first half of the volume and many things have been made public in the alliance. The second half of the volume is the secret core."

Bai Shiying also said: "Yes. You mother and son are afraid of chasing the alliance. We don't have to withdraw from the alliance. How much risk did you take when we join forces with you? Just for the first volume. There is no need for this. Don't fool us so easily."

Ying Hongying smiled charmingly and touched Bai Shiying's chest and said, "Oh, Junior Brother Bai, why are you talking to your sister-in-law? You're so fierce." Bai Shiying's heart thumped, and half of her body felt sour, and hesitated. Xu Jiansan said, "Xiaobai, don't be fooled by this woman. We are not those two old boys. What kind of woman can't be dealt with. What kind of woman has never seen." Bai Shiying's face stood up when she heard this: "I'm talking about it, sister-in-law. If I don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being too harsh."

Ying Hongying smiled and said, "How thick are you? You move. You move. Let your sister-in-law see."

Xu Jian Sanyi pinched her arm: "Don't talk nonsense. Where is the second volume?"

"Hiss..." Ying Hongying took a breath in pain. She shook her hand and snorted coldly: "Okay. Let me tell you. Auntie keeps her word. How can she cut off her face? If there is nothing, it will never be missing. That person and I have always contacted me alone. If you hurt me, you will never think about it in this second half of the book."

Bai Shiying and Xu Jiansan looked at each other, and they were both helpless and showed a resentful expression. They winked at each other and said, "Let's go." Hold the sword and leave side by side.

Seeing that the two of them were gone, Ying Hongying picked up her shoulders, snorted coldly in her nose, spat gently, and said softly: "Bah, let me do this with my aunt." She twisted her hair and rushed back to her yard.

After a moment, half of his head slowly rose from the wall. He looked around and saw no one around. He turned over and fell into the ground gently, hidden in the shadows. It was Chang Sihao.

He rode his horse out of the city and rushed south. He met pedestrians all the way. He asked. There were many people in Taishan, Hengshan and Songshan. They all wore swords and hung swords. The characteristics were obvious. He quickly got the direction. He chased the town and found out that they had moved into this store. He tied the horse to another store. He sneaked in under the night. The martial arts people were cautious. There were three sects looking at each place at the door. He finally found the base of this wall without lights and fire. He was about to jump in. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and spoke. He quickly held his breath. Unexpectedly, it was Ying Hongying, Xu Jian San and Bai Shiying, who were avoiding their disciples and disciples, came here to discuss secretly.

At this time, he was thinking in the shadow: "It seems that even the leader of the Zheng family guessed wrong. Xu and Bai were not deceived. On the contrary, they were also complicits. They seemed to be helping Ying Hongying for some books. Ying Hongying said, "You should practice the first half of the book first." In this way, this book must be a secret book that records martial arts. And Xu Jiansan said that the content of the first half of the book was "exposed in the alliance." Could it be..." He was shocked: "Is it the "Sword Cultivation Hall Record"?"

Alliance Leader Zheng said at the beginning. "Sword Cultivation Hall Record" is the crystallization of the martial arts wisdom of all the swordsmen. Some of the contents have been published in the alliance. However, due to the incompleteness of the seven-wheeled mind method of the fruit path, someone needs to help me practice it to get through it. So, will this part be what they said in the second volume? Listen to their statement. It seems that there is another person who has the second half of this record. He will give it to Ying Hongying and then to Xu and Bai as a reward for withdrawing from the alliance. Will this person be the one who steals the record? Could it be that he is the mastermind of the entire incident?

He didn't have time to think about it much for a moment. He quietly moved out of the shadow and touched Ying Hongying's direction.

When she came to the yard where she lived, she was about to flash in and check it out. When she heard the footsteps. She hurriedly saw a close-up behind the wall. A disciple of the Taishan School, who was dressed in orange light, carried a lantern and passed by the road ahead. He entered the yard and told the inside of the house: "Master's wife, the head of the sect, there is an envoy of the Hundred Swords Alliance asking for a visit. He handed a note and said that he would show it to you."

Chang Sihao was stunned and thought to himself: "Why did the leader of Zheng send someone?" He heard the door of the house sounding lightly. Someone walked out and stopped at the heart of the courtyard for a moment. "Huh" sounded, as if he had read the note. He followed Bu Yin and walked back. A low whisper rang out in the house. Finally, Ying Hongying amplified his voice and said: "Let him come in." The disciple of the Taishan Sect said: "Master's wife, do you want to set up a sword formation to set up defenses?" Ying Hongying said: "No need. This is his own person."

The disciple of Taishan came out and soon brought a person. Chang Sihao secretly watched in his hiding place. He saw the man wearing a blue collared shirt, with a straight iron, and a black cloak with rings and a warm hat on his head. The cloak had many and dense feathers at the neck of the ring. Most of the faces were blocked. He walked past and couldn't see his face clearly. He thought to himself: "Ying Hongying's 'his own people'. Isn't that a traitor to the Hundred Sword Alliance? Yes. If it weren't for an insider, how could he get the "Sword Cultivation Hall Records"?"

The disciple of Taishan Sect sent the man into the hospital and then left. He heard a sound of the door. It seemed that the man entered the house.

Ying Hongying said "Huh." She said, "I'm quite cautious, and then laughed again: "Huh. I was scared. It turned out that she was wearing this. I thought it wasn't you."

The man smiled and said, "If it's not me, who else can it be?"

When Chang Sihao heard the voice of this man, his heart was immediately roaring and he thought, "It's him. How could it be him?" He wanted to climb the wall to look around, but he was afraid that someone would find him. He had to hold it back.

Ying Hongying blamed him, "What are you doing when you come so early? Lao Xu and Xiaobai are not separated from us yet. That's so eye-catching." The man smiled and said, "Why? Are you going to eat alone? Isn't that good?" Chang Sihao heard this sentence and felt very clear: "It's him. It's him. It's not wrong. This voice is 'fake Yuan Liangyu'. I thought I was looking for a needle in a haystack. There was no day to find him. I didn't expect that I would hit the door today."

His palms were tide and he touched his waist. He didn't carry weapons. Guan Yilan said softly: "What's good or not? Stop talking nonsense. The three major sects successfully retired from the alliance. The remaining half of the "Sword Cultivation Hall Records" is."

The man's voice said, "Here..."

The room was quiet. Suddenly, "uh..." sounded half a sound. Then someone fell to the ground. At the same time, Guan Yilan shouted: "Mom..." The sound suddenly broke. The sound of the door sounded.

Chang Sihao rushed into the yard. The door of the house was wide open. The fake Yuan Liangyu had disappeared. Ying Hongying fell in a pool of blood. A pretty face was cut from the left cheek to the right eyebrows. Guan Yilan fell down from the bed and struggled. He covered his throat with his hands. His eyes were so angry that blood burst out from the cracks of his fingers. He saw that he was still inactive. Chang Sihao didn't care about their mother and son. He ran a few steps and jumped up to the slope of the room. He looked at it. He saw a black shadow sweeping between the roof under the night. He rose and fell like a bat catching a mouse.

Fortunately, it was during the Chinese New Year. Every household was full of red lights. The light rose from the eaves and the patio. Even if it passed by, the cloak of the body would be drawn out with a faint outline. Chang Sihao saw it clearly and could not think about it. He twisted his body and chased him.

The fake Yuan Liangyu was also very fast. He found someone chasing him. He raised his speed again. Soon he left the town shop and rushed into the wilderness.

At this time, the moon is bright and the sky is leaking. The light and the light is as beautiful as washing. There is no dust. The snow in the wilderness has not melted. There is no tree or cover. The two seem to have entered a world with only black and white colors.

The distance was getting closer and closer. The fake Yuan Liangyu obviously realized that the tracker's light skills were higher than that of himself. He couldn't help but shoot the hidden weapon backwards. Chang Sihao dodged left and right to avoid it, and his speed slowed down. Therefore, he was always far behind. He couldn't help but feel anxious.

Unconsciously, it was quite far away from the town. A frozen river in front of me blocked the road. Not far from the river crossed the river. The deserted forest in Lianshan was the fake Yuan Liangyu walked along the ice river. He deliberately slowed down his pace and waited for Chang Sihao to approach him. He listened to the sound and judged his position. He twisted his body suddenly, shook his cloak and slapped his face. He thrust out from behind.

Chang Sihao saw the wild forest Lianshan ahead, and was anxious. But he saw that Yuan Liangyu slowed down. He thought that the thief was weaker and he became stronger and closer. He opened his hand and was about to grab it. Suddenly, the wind blew up and shook it straight on his face. He hurriedly leaned back. The tip of the sword came out from under the cloak. In a hurry, his body was also tilted to the limit. He could have gone against the ghost step and avoided it. However, this avoidance was afraid that the thief would escape. He bit his teeth, and his face wrinkled. His lower jaw suddenly retracted. His upper body was hooked back. His abdomen sat back. His arms were swung, and his fists were like hugging. He hit the sword that was stabbing...

There is no need to make any noise. I only hear the cracking sound of "kneading". Chang Sihao's two fists were one on the left and one on the right. They interlaced and attacked the sword on the spine. The sword was broken into three pieces. The blade flew away.

That fake Yuan Liangyu had never seen such a life-splashing style. His eyes were so shocked that he saw the bright white moonlight shining on Chang Sihao's face. The standing sword eyebrows seemed to be piercing into his heart. He said in surprise: "Junior, it's you..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that his eyes were dark. A big fist came over the wind. With a "bang...", it was hitting the bones of his nose, hitting him so hard that his cheeks were bulging. It seemed like a firecracker was set in his ears. He was slid on the ice. He slid towards the river heart and gave his hands.

While sliding, he slid his hands on his chest and opened his mouth wide. He just took a breath. Chang Sihao was already chasing him on the ice with a slippery touch. He jumped into the air and swung his bloody fist. A big arc was shattering on the middle of his eyebrows. He immediately "gala" the ice cracked, chiseling half of his head into the ice.

He was sliding on the ice, his head pierced into the ice hole, and his body slid in with inertia. Chang Sihao quickly pulled him, pulled his clothes and pulled him up, and he wanted to hit him again. He saw that the fake Yuan Liangyu's left eye was already hit, and he was pressed against his hair. He was now sitting next to his rotten nose. Blood and ice water dripping down. When the wind blew, the eyeballs were frozen and stuck to his skin. The mouth was covered with blood foam and ice residue. He was venting but not breathing. Chang Sihao knew it was not good. He hurriedly carried him to the ashore. He found a grass stick and inserted it into his nostrils. He took out the things in his mouth and lying on the side. After observing for a while, he finally recovered his breathing.
Chapter completed!