"A martial artist?"
In the brief moment he was distracted, two of his brothers had died.
First Tiger was greatly shocked and looked toward the newcomer.
He saw a young man in silver robes standing calmly beside Third Tiger's corpse, a blade and sword in hand, smiling at Ding Bushan and his granddaughter.
"Fellow Daoist Hongxiu, long time no see!"
Fang Xing greeted her.
"Y-you are?"
Ding Hongxiu found him somewhat familiar, as though she had seen him a long time ago.
If Fang Xing had been wearing his original face, she definitely would have recognized him.
However, before making his move this time, Fang Xing had chosen to disguise himself, taking on the appearance he had worn when he first entered Green Forest Market.
Naturally, this was for safety!
After all, his later appearance had been linked to Chen Yi's death, and he had brazenly killed someone in the market. For all he knew, Qingxuan Sect had already put out a warrant for him!
"We even ran a stall together back then!"
Fang Xing reminded her with a smile.
"It was you?!" A flash of delight immediately crossed Ding Hongxiu's face.
As for Ding Bushan, amid his relief at surviving the disaster, he also felt a trace of shame.
Back then, he had looked down on Fang Xing in every possible way and even compared him to that later Handsome Young Master. Yet when danger came, it was still Fang Xing who had saved them.
Ding Bushan looked at Second Tiger and Third Tiger's corpses, and his expression turned solemn again.
Though Second Tiger was gone, First Tiger was the hardest to deal with!
"There is actually such a formidable martial artist in the market?"
First Tiger stared at Fang Xing, his expression becoming incomparably grave. "You killed two