My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

I thought that Song Mingguang would also walk on the trail, but I didn't expect him to come from the tall building in the opposite direction. The building and the altar of sacrificial brushes are at least twenty feet long, and there is no place to stay in between. Ming Guang flew down the stairs, and he didn't even fall after taking dozens of steps in the middle, as if an invisible cloud was supporting him and sent him to the top of the "bowl".

"It's a web made of 'silver spider silk'." Fang Qingyu said in a low voice.

"Is it so strong?" I was still a little surprised.

Silver spider silk is a good thing, I don't know what it is made of, the advantage is that it is extremely thin but extremely tough, and it can also be hidden in the sunlight, even eagle eyes can hardly detect it.

"It's very easy to use." Fang Qingyu spread out his hands, shaking them left and right, there was also a faint silver light flickering between his ten fingers.

Song Mingguang still started the battle with a long speech as before. He first greeted the crowd, and then poured everyone a big bowl of benevolent and moral ecstasy soup. To be honored to be this pen sacrificial person.

In terms of buying people's hearts, Song Mingguang has always used both kindness and power, and is not serious, so that he can maintain his reputation and status and stand at the top of the martial arts for many years.

I suddenly felt a little panic. Elder Yan may not know how far Song Mingguang's power has developed in these years of retreat, and he doesn't know which way the martial arts is blowing. Will you really stand firm against him just because you have been tortured by him?In the face of interests, how many people are willing to choose justice?

But now is not the time to think about these things. Xia Yu's figure has already appeared far away at the other end of the trail. No matter what the future holds, at this moment, the scene I made up myself will be finished lying on my stomach.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and then it subsided quickly. There was no sound in the audience, except for countless eyes following Xia Yu.He walked forward alone, still wearing his unchanging black clothes, and carrying his sword as before, his steps were steady, his back was straight, and he still had the same debt-collecting face as before, as calm as if he was just about to go on stage Give morning lessons to the disciples of Jiushan School.

Arrived!

I lifted the curtain away and threw it into the air.

The fire and thunder buried in the four corners of the courtyard by Mo Yuanshan immediately exploded, directly collapsing several sections of the wall, and then the white mist rose into the air, and the strange fragrance gradually dissipated. The originally quiet and orderly crowd suddenly became noisy and chaotic, and no one even noticed. I realized that the one who threw the curtain away was me.

At the same time, Fang Qingyu's ten fingers clasped tightly, all the silver spider threads were pulled up, and instantly rewrapped around his hands, and as the lead wires were pulled, the mechanism Fang Qingyu buried in the crowd just now exploded, White mist suddenly rose around Xia Yu, enveloping him along the trail.

Twelve and I took advantage of the chaos and jumped onto the trail, and also rushed into the white mist.

When the smoke dissipated, I waved the folding fan with one hand behind my back, and stood in front of everyone with a contemptuous smile on my face. I thought I must look very embarrassed like this.

And I guess the three guards who put the knife on my neck, and the dozens of people who surrounded me, Twelve, and Xia Yu felt the same way.

They all had an expression of deep hatred against me, and just waited for Song Mingguang's order to move my head.

I stabilized Twelve with my eyes in time, he also has several knives behind his back, it is best not to move at this time.

And Xia Yu was suddenly hit by Fang Qingyu's misty smoke and was attacked by Twelve at the same time. He lost his chance before he could react. How terrible the eyes are!Worse than someone pointing a knife at me from behind!

I shuddered on the spot.

Never be stage frightened at this time!Before the people on and off the stage reacted, I took a deep breath and amplified my voice with the little internal energy I had accumulated in the past few days: "I sent the Hongyan pen by the oracle! You are like this Are you entertaining an envoy?!"

There was dead silence in the audience, and Song Mingguang was indifferent. Except for Xia Yu, who looked very angry, everyone was indifferent, at most a little confused, and there was not even a scream of surprise.

how so?Is the opening of the script I wrote so boring?If there is no response, how can I continue acting alone?I don't know if I should say the few transitional lines that I thought of!

Just when I was so embarrassed that I couldn't bear it, I didn't expect Xia Yu to be the first to cheer me up. He struggled to speak and yelled at me: "Xia Lin! What do you want!"

It's my brother!Thank you bro!Otherwise, I really don't know how to answer the call at this time!

I gave him a sincere smile, and said in a brisk and friendly tone, "Brother, don't be angry, I will pick you up when I finish the task, I really miss you."

Xia Yu was obviously disgusted by my "I miss you so much", and was speechless for a while.

I said again: "Thanks to my elder brother stabbing me with a sword, I found out the secret of the Hongyan pen. Now that I have come here as an envoy to offer a pen, does my elder brother still want to take over my identity?"

In fact, I should talk to Song Mingguang at this time, but there are still three knives on my body, and I can't move at all. If I turn around, I will take the initiative to wipe the blade with my neck, and I can only face Xia Yu and tell him these things. no.

Xia Yu didn't believe me at all: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Originally, I planned to come to Song Mingguang under the pretext of "revenge on my brother who stabbed me with a sword", because the real reason can never be exposed in front of so many people, I can only pretend to be a villain to the end.

I saw that Xia Yu was about to explode, but now I just wanted to attract Song Mingguang's attention as much as possible, so I raised my voice and said, "Brother, you suppressed me for 20 years, beat me, scolded me and bullied me. I can bear it if you don't let me write, but now Hongyan pen is in my hand, and the head seal is also in my hand. I have the same surname as you, Xia. Why is it you who are the head of the Jiushan School, and you are the writer? Obviously Only I can find the Hongyan Pen! Only I know the location of the secret treasure! I am no worse than you! You should return this position to me, so I can stand with you!"

The more I talked like a lunatic, the more excited I became, but Song Mingguang still didn't say anything after I said Hongyan Bi so many times.

According to my original plan, Xia Yu should be subdued first after the mist rises, and I will go on the stage and hand over a pen to Song Mingguang to discuss the conditions, but I didn't expect his guards to be so powerful, so he put me here when he came up. Xia Yu ignores me, and no one else picks up!I can't even talk to Song Mingguang!

My heart is burning with anxiety, how can the old bald man be so calm!How long is he going to wait and see!Does he still want the Hongyan pen?He doesn't want to kill me directly, does he?

Xia Yu stopped talking and struggled desperately.It hasn't been long since the drug was released, and the effect of the drug has not been fully exerted. Even if he is passive now, he still has a lot of energy left. Twelve is also relying on brute force to hold him down, but he is afraid of the knives behind him. I didn't dare to make too much movement, it seemed that I was almost unable to hold back.

I think if Xia Yu really got up, he would be the first to shoot me to death.

Finally, the knives around my neck were all withdrawn, the movement was quick and light, and the breeze brought up made me feel that a feather had just fallen from my neck, and the people holding the knives seemed to have stood by the side from the beginning and never approached me .

Song Mingguang suddenly appeared behind me silently.

Hey, the enemy is so strong, but I am so weak. This gap in strength is simply hopeless.