Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The wheels of the car turned round and round, and the road was rough and rough. Uncle Lin turned his head and saw the young master lying in the carriage with purple lips and a blue face, which was a manifestation of the signs of poisoning.

The young master has been poisoned by the Devil's Sect's Seven Stars and Nine Lights Powder. No one can cure this poison except the Devil's Sect. Where is he going to find the antidote for the Young Master? What should I do?

His eyes were full of sorrow.

In recent years, members of the Demon Cult have become more and more rampant, and they have grown stronger at an outrageous rate, committing all kinds of crimes to the point of lawlessness. The man in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties was so profound that it cannot be estimated. I am afraid that dominating the Jianghu is just the first step in his plan. Four of the seven sects have been wiped out, what should we do if this continues.

"Woo—" the carriage stopped, he lifted the curtain, and helped the boy up.

In any case, he needs to protect the only comprehensive blood of the Qiushan faction. The news of the Qiushan faction being exterminated, and the news that Su Fu, the protector of the Demon Cult, was dead, must be brought out.

A Qiushan faction, in exchange for his right-hand man in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, this deal is not a loss!

Uncle Lin continuously poured the true energy in his body into the young man's body. After a while, the signs of poisoning on the young man's face eased a little, but he did not wake up.

Uncle Lin heaved a sigh of relief, the rustling sounds of leaves came from all around, and the people came with a strong sense of oppression, all the branches and leaves pointed in the same direction, as if the world had changed.

"Who?" He immediately opened the curtain and stood up, only to see a man about twenty-six or seven, nine feet in length, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, with fluttering clothes and a very handsome appearance.

Lin Kuan didn't dare to trust him, he frowned: "Who is here?"

"Lu Ke."

There was a flash of cold light, the man raised his head, and the face under the bamboo hat was also revealed. He was born in a very good condition, he really is like a peach blossom, shining brightly. The temples are cut like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves.

A pair of affectionate fox eyes, although angry and sometimes smiling, that is, angry and affectionate, but there is a careless temperament on his body.

The long white sword pointed straight at him.

"Cheng Yuan." Lin Kuan opened his eyes wide and looked down at the sword. The number one sword in the world, Cheng Yuan,

"Lu Ke." He repeated, and then his eyes overflowed with ecstasy, "Are you Lu Ke, the number one swordsman in the world?"

Lu Ke frowned, his eyes were cold and cold, standing alone in front of the carriage, the long sword in his hand was still pointing at him, without saying a word.

"This old man is Lin Kuan from the Qiushan sect. Today, I was lucky enough to meet Lu Ke, the number one swordsman in the world. It's a pity from the heavens."

"Why did the members of the Qiushan faction come to this wilderness?" Lu Ke's eyebrows became darker, and besides being vigilant, another bad thought arose in his heart.

Could it be that the Qiushan faction also encountered an accident?

"The Qiushan faction was brutally murdered by the demon sect three days ago!" Lin Kuan was filled with grief.

Lu Ke was slightly taken aback, his fingers tightened.

"Our five elders and the young master fled, and we were constantly hunted down by the people of the Demon Cult. Now I am the only one left." With tears in his eyes, "I thought I would not be able to survive, even if I fight my way Old life, even if there are no bones left, I still want to take the young master out, fortunately, fortunately."

Lu Ke was thinking about whether to take over this troublesome matter. At this time, a straight voice came from the carriage behind him.

"Let them in, Uncle Lu."

Lin Kuan was taken aback for a moment, and with a questioning look: "This is."

At this moment, the carriage lifted up, and what appeared inside was clearly a young face.

He lowered his head and cupped his fists: "Senior Lin, I am the grandson of the former Huangfu's patriarch, Huangfu Yan."