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"I, Lei Hantian, pay my respects to the County Magistrate, Master Leng, Advisor Pang, and Master Zhan. Greetings to all the officers and brothers."

He bowed deeply and bowed again and again. He was very polite. Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts, No wonder the eldest daughter of Lei family is a famous beauty. Looking at her brother's appearance, they could roughly tell what his younger sister looked like. Even if she looked like a brother, she would still be a peerless beauty.

What was even more rare was that the Lei family didn't have a proud and spoiled attitude from a father to a son. It made people feel as if they were bathing in a spring breeze at first sight. Everyone hurriedly returned the salute. For a moment, the yamen was bustling with noise and excitement. The tense and sorrowful atmosphere that had just filled the air was also diluted by a lot.

Lei Benlei coughed lightly again and said, "My daughter's matter has troubled you all. I, Lei, am unable to take care of her well. It has caused my daughter to be in danger. It is a real pain in my skin. I am willing to make a great wish today, but I hope that my daughter can return safe and sound. If any genius is able to accomplish this wish with his first contribution, I, Lei, am willing to take him as my son-in-law. I will give half of the family property to the husband and wife. If this person already has a wife, then I am also willing to share thirty percent of my Lei family's property with him. I only hope that the heavens will pity me. I hope that the heavens can fulfill my wish."

When the crowd heard this, many of their eyes lit up. It was hard to say what Lei Feng'er's current situation was. If she fell into the hands of an expert, it would be hard to guarantee her safety. However, to be able to split half of the Lei family's property was already a wealth that many people dreamt of. Even if it was a secondary goal, as long as thirty percent of the Lei family's property was in the possession of the Lei family, it would be enough for an ordinary person to spend for many lifetimes.

For a moment, everyone was eager to give it a try. Even Advisor Pang was wondering what kind of method he should think of to make such a powerful contribution to the sect. He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.

Lei Benlei looked at everyone's performance and poured a bucket of cold water on them.

"If you want my daughter to be safe and sound, the most powerful candidate is already available. Recently, there has been a young genius in the martial arts world. I think you may have heard of him. His name is Heaven Conniving Sword Sun Shanglou." Hearing this name, everyone below was shocked. Zhang Jingxuan was a little envious. A man should always do whatever he wanted. It seemed like this Sun Shanglou was very famous.

Lei Benlei seemed very satisfied with the atmosphere at the scene. He continued, "His father, Sun Qianyun, and I were good friends. Shanglou and my Feng'er were similar since young. When they were childhood sweethearts, the two families had half-jokingly and half-seriously said that the two of them could become husband and wife when they grew up. Recently, Feng'er grew up and was about to discuss this matter when something like this happened. Now, it was unknown whether the Sun family's Virtuous Nephew would still remember the agreement back then, or whether he would take Feng'er's current situation as his intention. If he was willing to come and rescue Feng'er, my heart would be more than half at ease. It just so happens that the agreement from back then will be fulfilled. Two days ago, I had already sent a pigeon to invite him, but I was afraid that he would avoid seeing me or refuse to come. Ai, this is also a trial that the Lei family was destined to face. I only ask the heavens to bless our Lei family, and I also ask for your help. I, Lei, will definitely remember your kindness in my heart. "

When they heard the name" Heaven Conniving Sword Sun Shanglou, "everyone except Zhang Jingxuan, who was locked up, heard it like thunder.

In fact, it was only within a few months that this person's reputation rose.

It was said that this person was young, but he had completed something that even an elite master would find difficult to accomplish.

Four months ago, he had snuck into the caverns that were like iron walls. In one night, he had assassinated the chief leaders of the caverns into Jiang Long, Jiang Zhentao, and the Second Head, Wind Breaking Blade, Huang Chonggang. The army had long since set up an ambush to launch an attack during the chaos. The third head of the cave water stronghold, the Iron Faced Qilin King Zhao Lie, fought back fiercely. Helplessly, the morale of the army was low, and a large stronghold was turned into ashes in one day. The Dongting Water Stronghold, which had been painstakingly built for decades, collapsed because of him alone.

More than two months ago, the Japanese pirate leader, Five Times Under the Mountain of the Nihon Pirates, fought with a group of pirates to invade the coastal area of Fujian, Zhejiang. The Japanese pirates and pirates had long had insiders. While the officials and soldiers were busy suppressing the civil unrest, they picked the empty county to plunder, burn, kill, and plunder. They committed all kinds of evil. The government hurriedly deployed troops and generals, exhausted from dealing with them. They always chased after the backs of the pirates and pirates, often being a step late. What they saw was the ruined city that was in ruins.

While the officials were in a dilemma, spies suddenly came to report that the pirates and pirates had scattered to board the ship and escaped from the land. The officials were naturally overjoyed and arranged their deeds to report their victory.

A few days later, the news that came from the martial arts world was like this:

At the foot of the mountain, the Japanese leader, Shichiro, was proficient in the knife skills of the Japanese Khanate Sect. He also believed that his family's Japanese knife was incomparably sharp. He often sparred with the leaders of the pirates in the big tent. He was known as the Blade Seminar. The winner could rob the majority of the goods. The pirates of each family were powerful because of the Japanese pirates. Most of them were angry, but they did not dare to say anything. They could only eat the meat and drink the soup.

On this day, there was a knife discussion in the big tent as usual after the robbery. Whether it was martial arts at the foot of the mountain or if there was a treasured saber that was better than a Nihon saber, it was considered a victory. To the sentry guards outside the door, the clanking sounds of weapons hitting each other could be heard from inside the tent. Sometimes weapons did not have eyes, and it was not uncommon to see casualties. That dying howl made those who heard it shiver in fear.

On this day, Chen Xiao Liu, the guard on duty, recalled that on the day of the incident, he felt a chill run down his spine. Standing at the entrance of the military tent was a hard job. In the past, listening to the noise inside was followed by the wine and meat revelry. In addition, the cries of the kidnapped women were unbearable to hear.

However, on this day, the sounds of ping-pong and fighting in the tent were exceptionally short. What followed was a long period of silence. The soldiers on guard did not have the courage to go in and check. When they encountered a pirate leader who was in a bad mood after losing the bet, they would not be able to reason with him even if they were cut in half.

Later, a small leader of the patrol team came over and felt that something was wrong, so he opened the door of the account and wanted to go in and ask for permission.

The moment he entered, he cried out in alarm. Chen Xiaoliu and the others at the door also mustered up their courage and walked over. Floating in front of them was like hell.

There were a total of eleven people in the big tent, including the five men at the foot of the mountain and all the pirate leaders. Each of them had their faces facing upwards, and their bodies were lying on the ground in different poses. Their necks were bleeding, and they looked like they were going to die.

Moreover, all of them had ferocious expressions on their faces. Clearly, they had suffered a great deal of pain at the moment of their death. Wuchang Lang at the foot of the mountain held his treasured saber tightly in his hand, and it seemed as if it would split apart at any moment. It seemed as if he wanted to chop down at a target, but an irresistible force had already completely crushed him before this.

His face was filled with disbelief. It twisted in pain, and his widened eyes bulged like a dead fish. At this moment, Chen Xiaoliu felt that these people, who were usually high and mighty, were as lowly as mud.

Apart from the miserable deaths of these eleven people, there was also a strange scene in the tent that left everyone speechless.

In the center of the tent, there was a huge map of Jiangzhe, Minnan, and Guangdong. The pirates often sat at the bottom of the tent and pointed at the map, deciding where the civilians were going to suffer.

And now, on the map, there was a big word written with blood:

"Get lost!"

The word was like a dragon that was about to fly out, and everyone who saw it felt a chill run down their spines.