"Martial Artist?"
Merely lost in thought for a moment, two brothers had died.
Da Hu was greatly alarmed and looked at the newcomer.
He saw a handsome young man in a silver shirt, holding a sword, standing nonchalantly beside the bodies of the three brothers, smiling at Ding Bushan and his grandson.
"Hong Xiu, long time no see!"
Fang Xing greeted.
"You... who are you?"
Hong Xiu felt this person seemed familiar, as if she had seen him long ago.
If it had been Fang Xing's normal appearance, she definitely could have recognized him.
But this time, just before taking action, Fang Xing had chosen to disguise himself, taking on the appearance he had had when he had first entered Qinglin Square.
Naturally, this was for safety!
After all, his later appearance was linked with Chen Yi's death, and he had brazenly killed someone in the square, so he might have already been wanted by the Qingxuan Sect!
"Back then, we once shared a stall together!"
Fang Xing reminded with a smile.