"Hey, boy!" The fat middle-aged man shouted at Jian Wushuang in a low voice, "Which mountain are you from?"
Jian Wushuang stood indifferently in front of the fat middle-aged man and the others, but did not speak.
"Not talking? Humph, it seems that you don't have a mountain. " The fat middle-aged man sneered, "Boy, listen, I'll give you two choices. First, I'll kill you and take away your Interspatial Ring. You can be a good man in your next life."
"Second, you can go back with me to see the First Master. Look at your fair and tender face, maybe the First Master will keep you by his side to serve tea and water. Even if the leader doesn't like you, it's not bad for you to stay in the Purple Fire Gang and massage the legs of our brothers!"
"Haha ~ ~ ~" Hearing this, the group of bandits behind the fat middle-aged man immediately burst into laughter.
"Boy, there are only two choices. You can choose." The fat middle-aged man said coldly.
"Serve tea and water? Massage the legs? "Jian Wushuang touched his nose and still did not answer, but the Long Sword on his back had already been unsheathed.
Swish!
Jian Wushuang moved his body and brandished his sword to kill the bandits.
The bandits were immediately furious.
"You're courting death!"
"You dare to take the initiative to attack us alone? You're really reckless. Brothers, kill him!"
"Kill!"
These bandits were all bloodthirsty and extremely ferocious. Since they had already attacked, they would not show any mercy.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold. When his body was about to collide with the bandits, his swordsmanship directly broke out.
A cold sword shadow suddenly lit up, and the moment it appeared, it replaced all the light in the world.
"This sword!"
The moment the bandits saw Jian Wushuang's sword, their faces immediately changed, and then …
Swish! Swish!
Swish! The cold sword light flashed through the bandits, and the sword edge mercilessly cut their throats.
In just one move, 11 bandits, except for the fat middle-aged man, had become cold corpses, lying in a pool of blood.
Then, the Triple-kill Sword's Sword Edge appeared on the fat middle-aged man's shoulder.
"Fatty, did you just say that you want to teach me how to behave?" Jian Wushuang stared coldly at the middle-aged fatty, and at the same time, he slapped the long sword in his hand.
Plop!
The middle-aged fat man knelt down without hesitation and begged for mercy, "My lord, I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I deserve to die. I have elders and children to take care of. I hope that my lord can be merciful and spare my life."
Jian Wushuang listened in a daze.
He had seen people who were afraid of death, but it was the first time he had seen someone like this fatty who was so afraid of death.
"My lord …" The fatty was still wailing, tears and snot dripping down his face.
"Shut up!" Jian Wushuang shouted angrily.
The middle-aged fatty was so scared that his whole body trembled. He didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, but he still looked at Jian Wushuang with a pitiful expression.
"I want to ask you something. You just have to answer me truthfully," Jian Wushuang said coldly.
"Of course, of course. No matter what you ask, as long as I know, I swear I won't hide anything. I just beg you to spare my life," the middle-aged fatty said.
"You just mentioned the First Master and the Purple Fire Gang. It seems that you are a member of the Purple Fire Gang. How is the overall strength of the Purple Fire Gang?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Overall strength?" The middle-aged man was stunned, but immediately answered.
"Your Excellency, there are hundreds of people in the Purple Fire Gang, many of whom are warriors of the Primordial Gold Core Realm. Two leaders of the Purple Fire Gang are experts of the Initial Yin Void Realm. In the entire Easternmost Plain, the Purple Fire Gang is a famous gang."
"Gang?" Jian Wushuang couldn't help sneering, "Is it a bandit gang?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged fatty smiled awkwardly.
"Let me ask you, in the Purple Fire Gang, are there any fugitives who are wanted by the Twelve Dynasties?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Fugitives? Yes. " The middle-aged fatty nodded repeatedly, "The Second Master of the Purple Fire Gang is a fugitive at the Silver Level. In addition, we have four other fugitives at the Black Iron Level. They wear the Wanted Armbands all day long, so it's easy to distinguish them."
"One silver and one black iron?" Jian Wushuang curled up the corners of his mouth, "Take me to the Purple Fire Gang's lair."
"Now? Alone?" The middle-aged fatty looked at Jian Wushuang in astonishment.
"Just lead the way. Cut the crap." Jian Wushuang looked gloomy.
The middle-aged fatty didn't dare to say more, and immediately led the way for Jian Wushuang.
The Purple Fire Gang's lair was actually on a concave hill in the Easternmost Plain. There were some simple houses and tents built there. At this moment, the Purple Fire Gang's lair was very lively.
Many of the bandits were eating meat and drinking wine in big gulps.
Suddenly, a fat body came flying over like a cannonball, smashing into the ground and causing the ground to shake.
This fat figure was naturally the middle-aged fatty who had been caught by Jian Wushuang.
"Fatty Tang, what the hell are you doing?"
Many bandits in the Purple Fire Gang looked at the middle-aged fatty.
The middle-aged fatty struggled to stand up slowly. He didn't say anything, but turned around and looked back.
Jian Wushuang, who carried a Long Sword on his back, crossed his arms and slowly walked over.
The bandits of the Purple Fire Gang also fixed their eyes on Jian Wushuang, including the two leaders. They were the two leaders of the Purple Fire Gang. One of them was a gloomy man with a braid, wearing an armband with the word "Kill" on his left arm.
Seeing the armband, Jian Wushuang's eyes lit up.
"You're the Second Master of the Purple Fire Gang, right? I want your armband."
After saying that, Jian Wushuang unsheathed the Triple-kill Sword on his back.
Buzz ~ ~ ~ A terrible Sword Essence rose up at this moment.
Without saying anything, Jian Wushuang directly attacked the gloomy man with a braid.
Immediately, the whole Purple Fire Gang became restless.
"You're only in the Profound Jin Dan Realm. How dare you try to kill me?" The gloomy man with a braid smiled disdainfully.
"Where did this idiot come from? Get rid of him quickly." The purple-haired elder next to him also frowned. This purple-haired elder was the First Master of the Purple Fire Gang.
They sat in front of the long narrow table and didn't take Jian Wushuang seriously at all. They were still drinking, while a large number of bandits around them rushed toward Jian Wushuang.
This scene shocked the middle-aged fatty who brought Jian Wushuang here.
"This guy …"
"He's only in the Profound Jin Dan Realm. How dare he come to the Purple Fire Gang alone?"
"What's more, he didn't say much, but directly attacked. He wanted to kill the Second Master?"
"Can he be more aggressive?"
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